I never thought I’d be one that would or could be bitten by the travel bug, but it has and it’s left a big throbbing welt begging for my attention. Recently I’ve found myself thumbing through the travel books again, and looking at the budget to figure out how much I need to save a week to make it happen. I don’t fly well, its the ears, so I’m starting to think about doing a trip with lot’s of stopovers. Hmmmm, the budget may not stretch.
Anyhow, as I age. Yeah there’s a phrase I had to make myself type. Ageing. Ugh. I have been thinking about the things I’d like to see and do before my organs are harvested. So after rummaging through some old journals I did come up with a list, little things I’d written in the margin.
- Climb the Great Wall of China – which I did in 2012 (Hurrah!)
- Get better at taking photos – just finished a diploma in photography. Yay me.
- Publish a book – well I’ve written enough to put one together, what am I waiting for?!
- Have my photos hang in a gallery – working on it.
- See a Narwhal – can you believe such a creature is real?
- Take my children travelling – which we do as much as we can locally – last year I took my girls to New Zealand, it was so worthwhile we loved every moment.
- See a glacier – happy to say I have in 2014
- See Monument Valley – maybe next trip?
- Photograph a whale breaching into the air – so far all the ones I’ve seen have been tail wavers.
- Master another language – still trying to crack Mandarin
- Spend some time on a house boat.
How’s that for starters? Not too bad I reckon, seems pretty doable. However I think I will be left disappointed by the Narwhals.
For now the kids & I will keep paddling :)
Look at them, two fluffy pink balls of sweet sugary goodness, that tipped me over the edge.
Sugary little bastards.
My midweek ritual of hot chocolate and late brekky with my wee men is no more, and I didn’t think I was missing them.
Until they sat my hot chocolate in front of me. Those two little marshmallows are stolen by my wee men every time. But not today. And I had a little bit of a wobble for the first time about the kids being at school, didn’t see that coming. Those damn marshmallows.
I think every household got a selfie stick this year. Merry Christmas!
The thing about raising autistic children, is you can’t expect things to happen quickly, from waiting for therapies to changes in your kids abilities.
But occasionally they will surprise us.
Our big autie boy has hit puberty, and while he doesn’t say much his happy singsong noises are starting to crackle a little. His laugh is that of a teenage boy, all squeaks and pitch changes. I find myself wondering what kind of teenager he could’ve been, and should I be counting myself lucky that at this age he still wants to be by my side?
Then last week I was in his room cleaning his window, while he was bouncing away happily on his bed (this is why he needs a new bed every couple of months). He began laughing quite a lot, which he usually does when he’s done something he shouldn’t and then he shouted “By self! By self!” I asked him if he wanted to be by himself, the response was cheeky laughter but I heeded his request because how often does he actually ask for something with words!?
So there is a teenage boy in the house after all, and he wanted mum out of his room