Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Nominate A Special Woman On She Is Noble!

**I will receive a $25 gift card ONLY if someone using my code gets published on the She Is Noble site. My opinions are my own.**



Do you know a noble woman? Someone who donates her time to helps others?

If so, you need to nominate that woman over at She Is Noble. On the site, you'll see other fabulous women who are selfless and who don't hesitate to ensure other people are happy and safe.

The idea is based on the life of Christina Noble. She helped rescue millions of abused and homeless children. A movie has even been made based on her life. You can learn all about TheNobleMovie.

Do you know someone like Christina? If you nominate someone, you could help them win $10,000 for the charity of their choice.

And YOU can win something too! The contestant who submits the winning nominee can win a 5 day/4 night trip to Ireland and $5000.


To nominate someone, you must use this code: AIRINGMYLAUNDRY


For every reader that has a story published on the website, we each get a $25 Amazon gift card.

So don't hesitate! Go nominate that special woman in your life.

To learn more, check out the She Is Noble site. Also, be sure to check out the rules.

If you do enter, make sure you mention it on Twitter using #sheisnoble


Good luck!






Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Hey, It's Okay Tuesday!

I got this idea from Glamour magazine. They have a section called Hey, It’s Okay and will list a bunch of things to be okay about. You're welcome to join in and do something like this on your blog. Doesn't have to be on a Tuesday either. Just make sure you link up and that the post you link up is a Hey, It's Okay Post. Grab the button if you'd like!
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--To feel somewhat affronted when I see those "don't drink Shamrock Shakes!" articles going around Facebook. I guess it's made with disgusting stuff, but I don't care. The disgusting stuff is delicious.



--To still be in disbelief that my son is thirteen! Ack! And that he's on social media. Reading my stuff.



-To have enjoyed the season finale of How To Get Away With Murder. I wasn't sure if I liked the show in the beginning, so I'm glad I kept watching.



--To be ready for warmer weather. We might get snow again tomorrow.



--To look forward to Friday and Saturday. On Friday Natalie has Kid's Night Out at her gymnastics, so I'm taking Tommy out for dinner and we're watching The Hunger Games. On Saturday Natalie has a class where she learns more about having a sibling with special needs, so Tommy and I can go out to lunch. He appreciates alone time with me since his sister is loud.



--To be so happy The Following is back! It returned yesterday.



--To have ordered this fabulous cake for Tommy on his birthday. It was made by a fellow military wife! Her cakes are delicious.





Airing My Dirty Laundry







Monday, March 2, 2015

Help, I Have A Teenager!

I had a natural birth with Tommy.

I'm kidding.

I asked for the drugs early on. I know my limits.

This is how a real person looks after giving birth without makeup. I'll never understand the people who insist on putting makeup on before pushing out a person.


I was freaked out because I was 19 and I had never been around children before. As an only child, I did not have to share my belongings. As an only child, I was given a generous allowance so I never had to babysit to earn extra money. There was really nothing expensive I wanted anyway. Some people lust over name brand clothes. I always lusted over books.

Tommy was a total surprise. I discovered I was pregnant in college. I realized it was not normal to suddenly start dry heaving for no reason. The students around me probably assumed I had spent the previous night partying as I gagged into my palm.

Nope. My body was busy creating a person.

When Tommy was handed to me, I didn't know if I was holding him right. He stared at me. I stared at him. I asked him to please be a good baby because I didn't know what I was doing.

Unlike his sister, he listened.

He only cried when he was hungry or when his diaper was wet.

He was a happy baby.


His photo was even in the background on the Regis and Kelly show for the Beautiful Baby Contest. This photo:


He loved to pretend:


He loved The Wiggles:


Still, I discovered he was different when he was around two. He was barely speaking. When I'd take him to the park, he'd pace back and forth, back and forth. He would not play with the other children. He'd make piles around the house.

He was still a happy kid, but I could not take him out the house. He'd run down store aisles, refusing to stay in the cart. I'd beg him to stay put, please stay put, and he'd scream, tilting his body out of my arms.

I'd sometimes stare at him, and he'd look pensive, as if his mind were working on a completely different wave than my own.


I'd later learn that it was.

In Kindergarten, he'd have meltdowns. The teacher would call me daily. I didn't know what to do. She'd say, "Tommy won't sit still. Tommy cries all the time." I wanted to help my boy.

We'd later find out he had Autism.

But Autism didn't stop my boy from being a cool kid:


I'd watch in awe as he became obsessed with various subjects: the human body. The weather. Video games. (He loves learning about the original Nintendo and Atari.)



And even though he won't admit it, I know he loves his sister. He used to use her as a road for his cars:


He prefers that she not touch his things or bug him, but he is a great big brother even if Natalie is like, "WTF is this kid doing?"



Today he is 13.




But he will always be my little boy.




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