Sunday Scenes – And Stream of Conciousness


Because their 14-year age difference will always kill me.



New use for soup tureen. Still playing with shells.


Ethan’s hard and constant work. Soon to be on Etsy ;)


A sweet treat for a sweet treat


Pep talk

These are scenes I saw on Sunday. What I’ll see on Monday is another whole other topic. I’ve been wanting to do a post about what a ‘typical’ day looks like here at my house, but I don’t think there is such a thing. I am going to pick a date and just do it. How about Thursday? Do you like Thursdays?

After I pulled my Summer Fun List off my dining room wall (sniff, sniff), I did not put up another. I think I need to. I need fun and excitement to look forward too – even if the weather is less than stellar for me. List – coming soon.

Have you heard of Shefali Tsabary? She’s blowing my mind. Read her books, watch her videos and then let’s talk. Oh my – loving the message.

How’s The Orange Rhino 30-Day Yelling Challenge going, you ask. I’m frustrated. I don’t yell often – but it pops out every once and a while. Enough to make that little counter on my front page silly. But I’ll reset it now and try again. I know I am learning a lot, but I want to make some headway in changing those ‘go to’ behaviors. I LOVE her FB page – it’s so encouraging. I have to admit that I think it’s important to curb the yelling, but there’s also this little, yucky tone of voice that I’d like to flush down the toilet too. I can do this, right? Some people think their kids are too old to make a change valuable – but I think it’s cool that they are watching me work on it and try to make our home happier and more harmonious :)

I am also thinking about the pros and cons of pulling out Halloween decorations with 4 days left, how to get to Florida in the middle of winter this year, and reading things here & here.

It’s Monday. What are you doing?

When Ethan Surprises

One of Ethan’s super powers is his Super-Unpredictability. You really NEVER know what your going to get. Such was the case when he was called in to participate in his own IEP Meeting. (An IEP is the legal document that drives special education services and a meeting is held at least once a year to review it.)

I watched as he entered the room calmly and closed the door so carefully behind him. What?! He smiled and greeted me with a sweet ‘Hi, mom’ and a kiss on the cheek. He generally avoids me at all costs at home, except if he wants something from me. Each and everyday, when he returns from school, I am greeted by him as I would be if I came across a full-sized and angry grizzly bear. He is rarely genuinely happy to see me. Truth.

He smiled and chatted with the woman who represented the school district. He answered questions so appropriately. He was asked what he might like to do for paid work when he leaves Midland (which I assured the school district’s case manager was not, in fact, going to happen next year). He told them he likes the Midland workshop and piece work. He asked me to tell them about our trip to Florida. He asked me to tell them about his brothers and his Halloween costume.

He reached over and rubbed my arm and patted my hand. He giggled at some things. A couple of times when he did not hear or understand the question, he cocked his head, made an adorable face and said ‘what?!’ like some witty cartoon character. He was so ‘on’. He smiled and nodded signed his name on the correct lines.

He charmed the whole room…

…and his own mother.

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Sunday Scenes – The Mundane Edition

Because sometimes it just looks like this. No exciting trips, no apples or fall leaves, no beach, and nothing entertaining. Sometimes the monotony of completing the same tasks over and over, ad infinitum, numbs my brain. Maybe there is a way to find comfort in the little things that occur again and again. Maybe some people just are not wired that way.

The 4th Annual Cousin’s Day

Once upon a time, one sister was blessed with the opportunity to provide childcare for the other sister. The first sister never needed to worry about her children and knew they were well-loved and cared for. The other sister, did not need to leave home in pursuit of another type of paid employment. Oh! The joy they shared :)

One sad day, the kids all moved on in different, big-kid, endeavors – like school and stuff and the magical time period ended. But, realizing that it was a very special and exceptional bond that makes people into cousins, there clearly needed a more official way to celebrate the sacred bond that they shared. The sisters deemed the former ‘Columbus Day’ (I never really like him anyway) ‘Cousin’s Day’ and so a tradition began.

Feel free to revisit The 1st Annual, and The 2nd Annual and The 3rd Annual editions of this recurring event. May I now present to you – views from The 4th Annual Cousin’s Day Celebration.

‘Friendship is the only cement that will ever hold
the cousins together.’

~ Woodrow Wilson

Sunday Scenes – Challenge Update

These were some scenes from my Sunday. Just sights I encountered during my day. I like them and hope you do too.

010x016x067T092x029149157xxOn another note, my “Days Without Yelling” count should have been pushed back to ‘0’ after my vacation. I yelled. But you know what, it was not for waste. I am learning many lessons by challenging myself to this.

I have found that I have gained a new consciousness of how I am responding to my kids. Too often before, I would not even register the situation until the yelling was over and I felt terrible.  I am finding that I can see it coming and am beginning to be able to do something about it. I want to be in control of how I respond when I am really angry. Wouldn’t that be nice?

I also noticed that I have not gone to ‘crazy yelling’ in this whole period and know that when my voice is raised – I see that Orange Rhino in my mind. I don’t ever want to go back there.

I honestly do not want my boys teen years to be filled with yelling and screaming. I KNOW they are going to do things that I find infuriating – but I believe that I can decide how to respond. I see a little light at the end of the tunnel.

I have also noticed that I need to find alternatives to yelling that I find productive and worthy endeavors. I have found myself lecturing and having ‘discussions’ with the boys in tones of voices that are definitely not what I envision as effective or endearing. Just because I am not ‘yelling’, does not mean I have addressed other yucky issues – but one thing at a time, right?

Where To Start

I did it again – blog neglect. It’s either the blog, or the kids or the house, or the….I don’t know where to start to jump back into my little corner of the internet. So, I’m going to start right here and I hope you’ll just meet me where I’m at. Please.

We had an exciting trip to Sanibel Island, FL. We saw sights and had experiences we had never had before. I will not lie (I try really hard not to lie to you) it is just not easy vacationing with The Boyz. But there were plenty of wonderful moments that will make great memories. I am so glad we had a chance to visit this beautiful island. (You know I just like saying ‘island’, right?)

Now I’m here, but I’m not really ‘here’ if you know what I mean. My brain is either still on the beach or I am having a problem with Mercury being in retrograde – blame Mercury – sounds good.

I still have not done ‘real’ food shopping since our return, so we are consuming the dregs of boxes of cereal, tuna, toast and whatever I can dig up hunting through the freezer. Laundry has been done in stops and starts and does not seem to be diminishing at all. I am shuffling papers around my desk, but no headway is being made there either. Oh well. I’ve checked in with you – here – and that’s something.

How did I contract a case of ennui in October. Damn it Mercury.

A Big Deal

We are headed for a family vacation to beautiful Sanibel Island, FL. We fly out Sunday morning.

Did I make that sound natural?! Because it is SO NOT!

I honestly never let myself believe that this is a place in our lives to which we would get. A simple vacation, so easy and normal for some other people. But for us, it’s an undertaking of epic proportions.

A few years ago, we managed a trip to Washington D.C. and it was the first time that The Costellos, as you know us (6), managed a trip. We stayed two nights in a hotel. Our sites became set on the bigger and better things and we managed a trip to Disney World. We drove all the way there. These were amazing feats, for sure.

Until the age of 7, Ethan was chronically and often critically sick. There were infections, viruses, and illnesses aplenty. For the first 11 years of Ethan’s life – 11 years – he did not sleep. He was either up many times a night or he stayed up for days on end. It was hard enough to manage at home, but being out of our environment was out of the question.

Mikey also joined our family very unwell. It took several years to get skin infections and asthma to a manageable state. Gavin was nestled in the middle, of course, with his own issues and concerns. Daily life was a series of putting out fires – sometimes in the literal sense :) I would not consider vacationing more than 20 minutes from a major medical center in those days.

Add Sean a few years later and the rising costs of, well, everything, and it seemed like airfare and tropical islands were an unattainable dream. This vacation is the product of a series of fantastic deals and God’s goodness.

It’s still a production. We mailed several boxes, via UPS, full of Ethan’s matchbox cars, AutaBuy Magazines and coloring books – there was just no way we would get them all on the plane. He would be extremely unhappy without then, and then we would be extremely unhappy with him, without them. We are assessing what everyone will need to be happy so that it can be put into bags and transported to our island paradise.

I am pretty sure what I need to be happy will soon occupy a 3-bedroom beach cottage on the edge of the Gulf of Mexico.