Not another acronym

I seriously don't think I can handle another acronym. I haven't been blogging lately because I've been too busy being a parent. Today I spoke with my son's pediatrician about some test results that we received. She, along with a couple of other doctors have suggested some genetic testing to test for a chromosomal disorder. She told me the name of the disorder, but didn't go into any details about it. We decided to hold of until the next visit, which is in 2 weeks. When I came home my OCD got the best of me. Of course I googled it. When I realized what the disorder entailed my heart sank into the bottom of my stomach. I thought I was overwhelmed with the diagnosis of SPD, LPD, and ADHD. Those pale in comparison to this new set of letters. I've decided to keep it a secret until we have the test. My sweet boy has so many people that love him. There's no need for me to put them through undue stress over the possibility of him having yet another disorder. My husband doesn't even know. I've decided that after I write this blog, I won't think about the possibilities for the next 2 weeks, until I speak to the doctor again.

Thomas is amazing. He doesn't let anything keep him from what he loves. He's all that I've ever wanted to be. You know that song, "I Hope You Dance" by Lee Ann Womack? Well, Thomas dances. He loves the world, and he loves life, and oh yeah, he loves Thomas. :) He's so smart. Too smart actually. He had an evaluation with a psychologist and did horrible on his IQ test. He was too busy Sensory Seeking and thinking about Thomas and Percy to sit still long enough to organize the shrinks stupid blocks. He tested highly superior on the Academic Achievement test, 2 years above his actual age. On paper my boy can confuse the hell out of the best of them. :)

Thomas started soccer yesterday. He kicked ass. I was so proud of him. You have to imagine a bunch of 4 year olds with only 1 practice under their belts playing and actual soccer game. Thomas isn't as aggressive as some of the other kids, but he was doing his thing, exercising and having fun. Poor Luke wanted to play so bad. He kept running onto the field into my DH's arms. DH was coaching with Luke on his hip. The game was a total mess, but it was a success. I came home and tried to find some extracurricular activity for Luke to participate in but he's too young for everything. He practices soccer up and down the hallway. By the time he's old enough for Soccer he'll be a pro. :)

The boys go to Pre-School open house tomorrow. It will be old hat for Thomas, but Luke is so excited. He's been ready for school for almost a year now. Last year he'd cry every time we dropped Thomas at school because he wanted to stay. We had a big talk about it tonight. Well, the talk was as big as a talk could be with an almost 3 year old. He went to bed like a big boy, ready to meet his teacher tomorrow. I just can't wait for him to venture off to Preschool.

The Democratic Convention was on tonight. Ted Kennedy amazed me. Growing up in the south, I never thought I'd see a 76 year old white man so passionate about having a black man elected president. Michele Obama speech was awesome. As a biracial woman with black sons, seeing Obama come this far means so much. When I see him, I see my sons. I feel proud.

Joe Cocker at Woodstock

This is seriously the funniest shit I have seen in a long time. I'd like to dedicate this to my Mom, and her love for Joe Cocker's twitchy ass. "Joe Cocker, "With a Little Help From My Friends." Woodstock, 1969. Closed captioned for the clear-headed."