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A Little Too Cozy with My Genes

My business partner has a saying that he uses often in our team building and leadership activities with groups, "Trust the Process." Tracy usually shares this tidbit when the group is struggling through an activity or wondering how solving a puzzle will help the group form a more cohesive bond. I am trying to keep this philosophy as we go through more tests to figure out what Ben's actual diagnosis may be. In my post, The Allusive Diagnosis , I mentioned that Ben's tests revealed a strange discovery - they located an abnormality on the X chromosome, one usually connected with Retts Syndrome . Last month at the geneticist's office, we learned that Ben's gene abnormality has never been seen before. I don't thing they mean, just in their office. I think they mean ever, anywhere. This week, I was tested to see if I have the same abnormality. If I do, then "the waters are muddied," according to the doctor. It could mean that it is just an abnorma

Getting All The Glory

Sean turned five this week. Birthday boys and girls are treated like royalty at our house. On the morning of Sean's birthday, Ryan woke him early and took him out for breakfast before school. Ryan is ridiculously busy with his own school and any alone time with him is treasured. Next was my turn to treat the little king to birthday bliss. I spent the entire morning with Sean at school. I participated in a celebratory birthday ceremony in true Montessori style. After setting up the sun and calendar months in the center of a circle of classmates, Sean walked around five times while holding a globe. At the same time, I talked about his favorite things and showed baby photos he had chosen. For these few minutes he was the center of the universe. That night, Sean chose Domino's Pizza for dinner. We sang "Happy Birthday" and ate cupcakes. At some point during dinner, I asked him what was the best thing that happened to him that day. Ryan and I amusingly glared at ea

The Luck of the Irish

Logan was sure not to get pinched with this green face. A family friend, BOB, invited us to a party held by the Irish Society of Charlotte. Ben loves him some BOB. I think they hugged for 10 minutes. Or maybe Ben wanted some beer.  As usual, Ben became a celebrity at the party and got to choose the winning raffle ticket. A young girl won $106! They taught us a jig - that's me with the jeans on. It was a fast paced dance, and it was fun. Ben was invited up with the band to help keep the beat. They under-estimated him and he almost took down the mics, speakers and music in one swift pull. Luckily I am fast on my feet while doing the jig. The band. The real dancers. Unbelievable. We visited the US National Whitewater Center to see if the water really did turn green on St. Patty's Day.  We saw a giant Leprechaun and I swear I saw a tiny one riding a moped...but no photo to prove it. LUCKY MEETING YOU At the Irish party, two different sets