So I just wrote this rambling post that had me wringing my hands with worry over Sam’s lack of social skills, my lack of social skills (in dealing with a parent or two), and the utter certainty of future failures because my awesome boy (Sam, who I haven’t written about lately, but who is doing really well except for those pesky social skills) is having a hard time navigating what are (I guess?) typical snubs perpetrated by six-year-olds.
Since the bigger problem is that I don’t know how to navigate the snubs, other than to rail against them on my blog, I am scrapping the post. For now. At least until I get a handle on what’s crazy, what’s not, what’s typical, what’s not — which seems to be never since hey — my world is so not typical that I have no idea which is which. Suffice it to say that writing about it for the last few hours and deciding not to hit Publish has made me feel so much better. Consider yourselves lucky!
Instead, I offer a few lovely images from our weekend:
|At the pumpkin patch|
|Ernie and Elmo anyone? (duh, John’s pumpkins)|
|Beautiful hand-picked zinnias|