You have no idea what I'm willing to do for my kids' nutrition.

If you'd seen me in Sonny's Barbecue at lunchtime recently, you would have felt sorry for me. You might have thought that the whitest girl on the planet was auditioning to be one of Beyonce's backup dancers ... in a barbecue restaurant, for some reason.

But my goal wasn't VH-1 stardom. It was to get my son to eat chicken.

When my kids came along, along with the last shreds of my career and my pre-baby body went any sense of shame. I'll make an idiot out of myself to end a tantrum and get a smile. And to get Billy to eat? Well, let's just say I've ruined barbecue chicken for a good portion of Northwest Florida. Billy is the only person alive whose appetite is increased by the sight of my booty dance.

I know some of you are probably thinking, "Maybe you could try just being a better cook." But since that isn't going to happen, we've been going with the dancing.

It's working, though. Last night, Billy ate an actual serving of PEAS!

I'm not talking about peas disguised as something else, peas mashed up and hidden under something else, peas baked into muffins (yes, I've actually tried this – don't recommend it). I'm talking about real, honest-to-goodness straight-out-of-the-can (do they come any other way?) green peas.


Favorite food: raisins

Like many parents of autistic kids, I have become semi-obsessed with food over the past few years. Heck, who am I kidding? I've been semi-obsessed with food most of my life.

My recent food obsession has less to do with fitting into skinny jeans and more to do with seeing that my son gets slightly more nutrition than what is contained in a Pop-Tart.

When Billy was a baby, he would eat anything. About the time he was supposed to move up to chunky foods, though, he started rebelling. Looking back, it should have been a sign, but we just thought it was hilarious when he would suck the cheese off macaroni and spit the noodle out.

He got to the point at which he'd eat macaroni and cheese, but that was just about all. For a while, his entire diet consisted of cheesy mac, cheese sandwiches, raisins (don't ask me), chicken nuggets and fish sticks. Oh, and peanut butter. Big fan of peanut butter.

An unfortunate symptom cropped up about this same time: When he watched other people eat something, particularly if it were some food he disliked, he would upchuck. Hurl. Any time, any where. It was almost as though he empathized so totally with the person he was watching that he imagined that he was eating the food. And so he did what he would have done had anyone stuck a blueberry in his mouth.

We were introduced to the concept of the gluten-free, casein-free diet and tried that for a while. After all, it made sense. If there were ever a child who had self-limited his diet to carbs and dairy, it was my son. The idea that his food might be serving as a kind of drug to him made enough theoretical sense that we decided to give it a shot.

That was six months of living hell. I am not a cook, but I home-made chicken nuggets and fish sticks every week with gluten-free bread crumbs. (My homemade fish sticks bore an unfortunate resemblance to something you might find buried in a litter box.) I baked gluten-free bread and bought expensive casein-free dairy products. The ninth circle of Hell for me would involve being locked away somewhere endlessly rolling up stuff in gluten-free bread crumbs.


Get it? Chreese?! Sounds like trees? Cause that's appetizing on your macaroni. (Appetizing = so gross)

We took food with us everywhere we went. Wanna see some black looks? Start unpacking your own picnic at a fancy restaurant serving Mother's Day brunch.

After six months and no real behavior changes – other than those you get when a child ages six months – we slowly started adding first gluten and then dairy back into his diet. Still, we saw no behavior changes.

Now I'm not saying that I don't believe the diet works for any autistic child. It must: There is a certain portion of the general population that is intolerant to dairy and a small portion with celiac disease. It stands to reason that some autistic people would also suffer those intolerances. When you feel uncomfortable – whether you're sick or tired – it affects your behavior. When Billy's sick, things can go completely off the rails: the echolalia gets worse and he's in a bad mood. I absolutely believe that a child with an intolerance to wheat or dairy would feel much better – and behave much better – if those irritants are removed from his diet.

Billy's just not one of those kids.

We decided to make new foods one of our ABA goals. At the prompting of our awesome therapists from BMC, we implemented an eating routine:

At the beginning of every meal, Billy is offered a non-preferred food (non-preferred = loathed), such as corn or peas, in five super-tiny bites on a separate plate. Next to that plate, is his preferred food. For him, that's ice cream in a little cup. For every bite of the non-preferred food, he gets a bite of ice cream. After he finishes his corn (or 15 minutes are up, whichever comes first), then he gets the rest of his meal (bring on the cheese sandwich!), followed by the rest of his ice cream.

For a few weeks, every dinner (we only did this one meal a day) felt like the opening scene of Saving Private Ryan. But he ate his tiny bites in order to get his ice cream.

I was so excited by his progress that when the therapists weren't there, I added extra rewards for each bite: a YouTube volcano video for every bite ALONG with the ice cream, a few minutes on the iPad, and then, I started dancing.

The dancing had a miraculous effect. He started laughing and eating things that prior to this had made him scream like he'd been poisoned. He ate pizza and peanuts and barbecue chicken. He suffered through bananas, though we've since decided he just doesn't like them – which is fine.


I'm trying to figure out a way to disguise nutritious food as birthday cake.

My dancing got more elaborate – until the day our ABA team put the breaks on it. Apparently, dinner isn't supposed to become a poor off-Broadway musical. And apparently, it could cause other problems later if I had to follow him around everywhere doing the Roger Rabbit or The Sprinkler. He's going to have enough challenges in the school cafeteria without having to explain that to his classmates, I guess.

I was convinced that the second I stopped entertaining him with my nightly one-woman show, he would stop eating. In my mind the only thing motivating him was my Humpty Dance.

But no. Ice cream is apparently as motivating as The Worm. Which is probably no bad thing. I got close to injuring myself a couple of times.

One of the biggest realizations I'm come to through this process is that Billy's self-limited diet was, in his case, behavioral and not related to any physiological problem. That being said, I think he started limiting himself because he used to suffer much more pervasive sensory problems related to smell and taste and texture. So we take it very slowly.

And it's been great to see him add things to his diet that he has discovered he likes. I don't force him to eat. I encourage him to eat. My job is “attaboys” and the ice cream currently provides the motivation to try.

Our New Year's resolution has been to eliminate the words “stick” and “nugget” from our kids' diet, to eat fresher, less processed food and to try and bridge the gap between “Billy” food and our food. It's been more successful, more quickly than I could have imagined. Tortellini has replaced mac-n-cheese; soy nuggets have replaced those containing Frankenchickens, and vegetables are easing their way into the rotation on a small scale.

I still occasionally break out my Cabbage Patch, but now we save that for dessert.

Reader Comments

Security text:*

Enter both words below, with or without a space.
The letters are not case-sensitive.
Can't read this? Try another


This is hilarious; that 9th circle of hell line: GOLD!

We tried the diet, too, but not nearly as long as you did. I just didn't have it in me to keep it up for very long, especially since at the time the only thing he would eat was Mac & Cheese and this was before GFCF stuff was trendy so there was no rice pasta alternative. Luckily it made no difference, I can't even imagine being GFCFSFEFWFTFRFQFFF

Sprinker vs Grocery Cart

Aww! Look at that face?? He's lovin' it... Ok, so you do the sprinkler, I'll do the grocery cart and he may just eat an entire thanksgiving dinner! Btw, I once heard of a kid who would only eat when he was sitting on his dad's shoulders. So every morning for breakfast the kid would sit on his shoulders balancing a bowl of cereal on his dads head... so when you put it all in perspective, you don't have it so bad!! ha! Good luck!

Cheesy Mac

Oh, Amanda, I can really relate to this. Lately, I can't talk Henry into eating anything but carbs. But I have someone to blame; me likey the carbs myself.

I'm so glad you're having success. Peas? That's a real milestone! If your dance is working the magic you're describing above, then I'm going to have to insist on a vlog where you show us the steps...

Please come over to our house and dance... ;)


Have you tried frozen peas with Billy? Canned peas make me want to upchuck...gross!

One extra benefit of the dancing is all the exercise you're getting!



You MUST do the Cabbage Patch for me!!!! it! Great post. =)

I'm so glad he ate peas! What a victory! My husband is gluten free, and for awhile we tried going dairy-free, too. It was REALLY hard. It was a relief when we realized dairy doesn't affect him.

Apparently, I need lessons...

I tried the dancing thing tonight and for all my efforts, there is a stone cold pork chop sitting on my table... my son was not impressed at all. I am thinking we need video of the dinner dancing! On the bright side I laughed myself silly reading this post! This is so our life right now!

Total 14 comments

I'm guest-blogging today at one of my favorite sites, Southern MOMentum. They picked up one of my posts about "Getting Back to Work," something I've been trying to figure out for the past year.

Why do I love this site and the hilarious girls who write it? Oh, let me count the ways ... first of all, they have a clever name. They are committed to "inspiring moms to hit their stride," which is as worthy a blog aspiration as I can imagine. The writers are all funny, smart and as sweet as a glass of iced tea (made the way iced tea SHOULD be made, with sugar). But most importantly, I love them because this is the way they see me:


It's like looking into a mirror!

The "S" is for "special needs." Please stop by and visit me and my Super Friends at Southern MOMentum.

Reader Comments

You ARE a Supermom

Thanks so much for your sweet words! We LOVE having you as part of the SoMo team. Wondertwins... ACTIVATE!

Total 1 comments


No caption necessary.

Jill over at Yeah. Good Times. created an award, and Jenni B at Anybody Want a Peanut? bestowed it on me. This is a truly awesome award (awesome=ugly), so clap for me! I got a dancing kitten! And I'm “memetastic” and I don't even know what that means! As Jill says, “It's better than the Nobel Prize ... the economics one anyway.”

I'm not sure I really want this award, but I'm very scared of Jill, so here we go ...

The rules, should you find yourself in receipt of the Memetastic Award:

1. You must proudly display the graphic Jillsmo describes as "absolutely disgusting.” I don't know what she's talking about. I'm no graphic designer but I can tell this was done by a real professional. You should be teaching classes. I want to know more about this kitten. I particularly like the way the confetti only rains on the kitty in that one little square at the bottom.

According to Jill: “It's so bad that not only did I use COMIC SANS, but there's even a little jumping, celebrating kitten down there at the bottom. It's horrifying! But its presence in your award celebration is crucial to the memetastic process we're creating here.”

2. You must list 5 things about yourself, and 4 of them must be bold-faced lies. Quality is not important.

3. You must pass this award on to 5 bloggers that you either like or don't like or don't really have much of an opinion about. Jill: "I don't care who you pick, and nobody needs to know why. I mean, you can give a reason if you want, but I don't really care"

4. If you fail to follow any of the above rules, Jill will hunt you down and harass you incessantly until, according to her, "you either block me on Twitter or ban my IP address from visiting your blog. I don't know if you can actually do that last thing, but I will become so annoying to you that you will actually go out and hire an IT professional to train you on how to ban IP addresses just so that I'll leave you alone. I'm serious. I'm going to do these things.” She will. She's no longer Mayor of Target so she's got time on her hands.

5. (Not actually a rule for some reason) Once you do the above, please link up to the Memetastic Hop so that Jillsmo can keep track of where this thing goes and figure out who she needs to stalk.




5 things about AMANDA, 1 of which is actually true:

1. I weigh 100 pounds.

2. I have a superior, almost superhuman, sense of direction.

3. I used to work for Larry Flynt.

4. I help the police solve crimes through my psychic dreams.

5. My actual title is Lady Broadfoot of Windemere.




I bestow this award on the following lucky (lucky=horrified) recipients:

1. E. Peterman and Vanessa at G. at because I love to give a shout-out to my fellow fan girls. Unfortunately, they have a strong sense of aesthetic, and I'm not sure the dancing kitten is going to make it on to their site. Maybe you could give him a mask and a cape?

2. Ashley at Stinker Babies because someone just stole this hilarious blogger's yard sale sign, so she could use a jumping kitty.

3. Maura at 36x37 because she writes so beautifully about firsts, and I'll bet this is the first time she has received a dancing kitty as a gift.

4. Wendy from Herding Cats in Hammon River, because she'll provide a happy home to our maniacally delighted cat.

5. The Cat's Blog because he or she (I have no idea who writes this blog) loves cats and hasn't posted since 2009's post, “Problem with the litter box,” so I'm concerned about him/her (concerned=not really).

Check out their blogs...and be sure and harass them about when they're going to post the dancing kitty.

Reader Comments

I've Done My Assignment

Here's the link to my "acceptance speech":

Thanks again, Amanda!



I can't answer until I know if that 100 pounds is with your hair wet or dry?

You Like Me? Or Not?

Thanks for the award, Amanda! I'm glad it's a cyber kitten, because Jim and his kids are allergic to cats! "Maniacally-delighted"...should fit right in at my house!

I'll try to come up with a good list of five things (even though I'm a terrible liar)...


I apologize to you all BUT ...

...The Cat's Blog is my new favorite blog.

I didn't actually read much (much=any) of The Cat's Blog before I awarded it with Memetastic-ness. But tonight for some reason I went back over there and started reading and I.AM.HOOKED.

I'm not sure if it has been put into some bad translator from another language or if some uber-cat fan just has a unique take on the English language, but let me quote directly from Nov. 2009's PROBLEM WITH THE LITTER BOX:

"...It is well known fact that cats like cleanness. So why your cat piss outside litter box? In many cases it means that something wrong is happening. Below we show probably solutions :

Your cat can suffer from diseases which are associated with alimentary canal and urinary canal or other diseases like cystitis, nephritis or diarrhoeas . Maybe pissing cause pain and toilet for cat is the symbol of suffering. So cat avoid this place..."

Then I moved on to this post about CHILDREN AND CATS:

"...If you have small children you have to explain them that cat is not a play and can it shows. Contact between child and cat is different than between dog. Cats if they are in stalemate can scratch . Child should be aware of this fact. If someone wear cat in clothes, pull tail and scream cause that cat is afraid and can use teeth and claws..."

Now that's what I call MEMETASTIC, people!

Dear Lady Broadfoot

yep, the title definitely has a ring of truth to it!

You Made Someone Very Surprised

Whoever wrote The Cat's Blog will be very surprised by all the traffic this post sent their way! LOL


I can't believe you mentioned the Target thing!!

*runs off sobbing*

I'm going with the Larry Flynt one...

I love that you gave the award to a blog that hasn't been updated since '09...are you going to inform them?

Total 10 comments

(This is the fourth and final part of our story of our trip to Disney. It's taken longer to write it than to live it ... and that's saying something. You can find parts ONE, TWO, and THREE here.)


It's early yet. We haven't yet lost the will to live.

We finally made it to Magic Kingdom on Day 3, and that's where we should have been the whole time. Everyone else on the planet decided the same thing on the same day, though, because they all showed up.

I have never been in a more crowded place in my LIFE. I was terrified of losing track of one of the children in that pulsing mass of unwashed humanity, but it was, in fact, my mother that I had to keep playing sheepdog to, circling back around and herding her back toward the group as she lingered to shop, sight-see, or chat to someone. Any lingering was disastrous to group cohesion; stop to tie your shoe and you would look up to find yourself in the midst of the First Baptist Church of Dallas or 500 identically T-shirted residents of a Wyoming assisted living facility.

We stopped for a photo opp in front of Cinderella's castle, which now includes a seriously over-priced restaurant called Cinderella's Royal Table. One website suggested you plan on spending $50 a head if you eat there, kids or adults. I imagine eating in that castle is a dream come true for little girls of a certain age, and the little girl in me kinda pined to eat there. Short of emptying out the kids' college funds, though, I didn't really see it happening. When Willow's a little older ...


Billy is bawling in the picture because he "climb on the castle."

The Magic Kingdom is divided into what Disney calls “7 whimsical areas!” If whimsy=crowded, then we were seeing whimsy everywhere we went:

Main Street USA: gift shops, Disney Railroad stops here, parade route.

Adventureland: Swiss Family Treehouse, Pirates of the Caribbean, Jungle Cruise, Aladdin's Magic Carpet ride.

Frontierland: Splash Mountain, Big Thunder Mountain Railroad, Tom Sawyer Island.

Liberty Square: Hall of Presidents, Liberty Square Riverboat.

Fantasyland: Cinderella's castle, Dumbo, Mad Tea Party, Peter Pan, Carousel, Small World.

Mickey's Toontown Fair: playground, Goofy's Barnstormer roller coaster, Disney Railroad.

Tomorrowland: Buzz Lightyear, Space Mountain, Carousel of Progress, Tomorrowland Speedway.

My final tip of this trip: Just don't go to Disney New Year's weekend.

Unlike 4th of July or Thanksgiving, New Year happens to be a holiday for just about everybody, everywhere. Everyone in the world gets New Year's Day off ... except maybe people celebrating Chinese New Year. Do they still get off work on our New Year's Day? Maybe not. If China ever opens a Disney World, go there on January 1, because Orlando is a freakin' madhouse.

We spent most of our time in Fantasyland, which was more age-appropriate for the four kids in our group, all under 5. Dumbo was a favorite, as was the Carousel and the Teacups. Billy cackled non-stop on those spinning teacups, while I stood on the sidelines and nursed my empathetic motion sickness.


First ride of the day: We're having so much fuuuuun!


Last ride of the day: We're back. Again. At Dumbo.


I get nauseous just thinking about the Teacups.

We had planned to take the ferry to Tom Sawyer Island, until we saw the miserable shoulder-to-shoulder conditions under which we'd have to travel. Also, you can't take a stroller over there, so we decided to skip that one.

I thought the Buzz Lightyear ride, during which you get to shoot laser guns at targets, was awesome. But Billy freaked out through most of it. I'm not entirely sure why, but I think the laser gunfire sounds and neon glow-in-the-dark colors combined to create a sensory overload. There's a handle in the car, which allows you to spin your car around to face different targets, and he did enjoying constantly spinning us. I, on the other hand, nearly Zorged all over everyone (motion sickness rears its ugly head again).

Billy thoroughly enjoyed the Tomorrowland Speedway. “Speed” is not the primary descriptor I would use to describe this ride – which suited us just fine. The cars can only chug along a pre-determined track, and parents and kids can ride together.


This is what passed for a successful family photo by the end of the trip.

A huge hit with all the kids (and their parents) was the Disney Railroad. We kicked back and enjoyed the park from the comfort of our open-air train compartment, so even though we didn't explore Tom Sawyer's Island, we got to see it, as well as a lot of the rest of the park to which we didn't make it on foot.

Our kids spent a good hour in Mickey's Toontown Playground, a small, preschool-sized playground no more elaborate than what you might find at your neighborhood park. So basically, my kids' favorite attractions on our Disney trip were the train, the pop fountain at Epcot and the playground. Next time, I'm just going to take them to the Destin Commons Mall where they can do all that for free.

Though I have laughed and complained through most of this description of our trip to Disney, I can seriously say that it was one of the best trips of my life. I feel very lucky to have a family with whom I can travel and laugh and complain and EAT and nurse our collective wounds. Every morning now as I limp a little bit getting out of bed, I remember fondly the endless cobblestone miles we trudged and all the elbows to the kidneys I received in the long lines. I can't wait till next year.

Update: Four days ago, I sent a letter to Disney describing our New Year's Eve experience, as many of you suggested. I received an automated reply telling me that someone would respond within 14 days. So far, I haven't heard anything else, but I'll let you know if I do.

Reader Comments

Magic Kingdom

Wonderful photos! How great is the Flying Dumbo ride? On our recent trip, there were no lines thanks to the 40 degree weather, so we rode it over and over and over again.

It's been a treat to hear about your trip. I hope you do get a response from Disney about the New Year's saga. You deserve a seriously discounted visit the next time you go.

Disney shock

@Kathy C: Sounds like you made EXACTLY the right choice! I will follow your lead when/if we ever return.

@Lynn: You guys will have a *great* time ... and yeah, I'm sure Audrey could handle the Teacups on her own. That ride is "open-air," so you can watch her the whole time. "Disney Shock" could describe the state in which we all found ourselves by the third day of that trip. If I had it to do all over again, I would have planned to do what you guys are doing: make it a Magic Kingdom-only trip -- except for the snow, but that's only there during the holidays.

Thanks for all the happy vibes ... and I'll let you know if I hear anything from Disney. (5 days and counting ...)

Glad You Survived...

Also glad you wrote the letter to Disney...looking forward to hearing their response!


It Sounds Like You Had Fun!

I'm glad you had such a fun vacation! Disney World is amazing!

You're making me a little nervous for our trip...

I'm like you...I cannot do the spinning rides at all. Hopefully Audrey won't insist...or maybe she and her little friend that we are going with are big enough to go on their own. I'm thinking that Fantasyland and ToonTown will be the big hangouts for us.

Love the look on Billy's face in the family photo...he is DisneyShock!


$50 a head to eat middle school cafeteria quality food at the Princess Restaurant? A relative bargain by Disney standards if you ask me.

Good for you!

I can't wait to hear what their response will be, hopefully NOT an invitation to come back next New Years Eve, but possibly on a less crowded day! FYI - we went back to Orlando (Islands of Advanture/Universal Studios) the 12-14 and the parks were e-m-p-t-y! It was glorious, we were even allowed to remain on rides and go again as no one was waiting to get on! We will def be going back at the same time next year.

Total 7 comments


Bad hair! The Bee Gees! A calendar of 1979

... to bring you an episode of the $25,000 Pyramid. Remember that game show?

Well, apparently Willow was Dick Clark in another life, because she remembers it too. Wait, Dick Clark is still alive. How old is that man anyway? Like 150?!

But I digress ... So Willow cuddles up in bed with me for a few minutes each morning, and she tells me things. Usually, it's just words she knows. Lately, though, she's been categorizing them. She'll sit on my chest and and recite, "Pink ... bwack ...white ...yewwoh ... orange..." and then wait.

My job is to respond, "Colors!"

Then she'll do another one: "Carrots ... peas ... ice cream ..."

"Food!" I'll guess, and if I get it wrong, she keeps going:

"Fry-fries (French fries) (hot dog) ..."

And I've got it: "Plastic food in your toy kitchen!"


Bingo. Then she starts again: "Mama ... Daddy ... Bee-dah (brother) ...Nan..." and so on.

She loves this game. I feel like that at 22 months, categorizing words like this is a sign of unadulterated genius, but since I've never seen a normally developing child acquire language, this is probably totally normal. Everything she says seems like magic to me.

But this morning she stumped me. After we went through "Animals," "Flying stuff" and "Shapes," she came out with this list:

"Five ... car...Tar-Brown (Charlie Brown) ...eight ...Corny-corn (unicorn) ... Tar-Brown..."

Any thoughts?

Reader Comments

Best TV Show Ever

I really appreciate all the votes in favor of Willow's genius. I've decided that her last mysterious category was her list of the elements in the best TV show ever. She has developed an affinity for Charlie Brown second only to her brother's passion for the blockhead, and her unicorn is never left out of any game. Plus, she loves counting stuff more (The Count was a good shout!) more than anything else. So a show in which two Charlie Browns and a unicorn got together to count stuff would be BEST.SHOW.EVER!

@BigDaddy: Some seriously bad things HAVE been done to that unicorn. We will say no more.

@Ashley: I know what you mean. I spent about three years in search of a "label" (Dx) for Billy, and now I find myself in a place where the only label I care about where my kids are concerned is that they're MINE :-) Love both of them and their unique brains.

@Maura: Yes, indeedy: "Yewwoh" is just about my favorite word. Also, "Wiwwoh," which both of my kids say for "Willow." I will kinda miss it when they can both say Ls properly.

@Jenny and @Kristina: I have been told by many a speech therapists that girls chatter earlier, in general, than boys. It all starts to level out in elementary school, but typically, little girls learn language faster, because our brains are wired for communication. Now Billy's has been obviously been more delayed than most, but I thought it was interesting that there is such a known difference between boys/girls.

Your daughter is a total genius! My 23-month-old started saying mama and dada at the typical age, but then stopped. Then he started just grunting and pointing. He has now progressed to incessant babbling of many different single-syllables, but mostly he'll just work on one at a time over and over, with his voice raised, lowered or enunciated at certain points for emphasis. He is supposedly a "normally developing child"...

Things that rhyme?

(and yes, I know Five Car, Charlie Brown and Unicorn don't really rhyme... But she *is* only two years old)


In my book, Willow gets the "genius" vote!

How much does your heart melt every time she says "Yewwoh"? Each time Ollie says, "Mama, will you pway Wegos wif me?" I drop everything, because how could I ever say no to a sentence like that?

Henry learned how to pronounce his "L"s in September, the week he started kindergarten. Next stop: learning to pronounce "th".

Snippets 'N Stuff

Not a clue! Chances are you'll figure it out someday :) My daughter is pretty good at figuring out Cody's puzzles when I cannot. Sometimes it takes team effort! Good luck and keep enjoying her!

Maybe it's a new recipe. As I recall, the unicorn was in a stew recently. That recipe may have needed a little more roughage.

My thoughts are that I just want to squish those adorable cheeks!! She is too cute. I love that she wants to play games. I'm continually surprised by what my daughter does/says. I can't tell if it's because she's a girl, a 2nd baby, or NT, or all of the above but she keeps me on my toes!

Sounds like a genius to me!

Total 14 comments

Subscribe to this blog!

...or grab my button! button

(Billy and I are in it.)


Mon Tue Wed Thu Fri Sat Sun
          1 2
3 4 5 6 7 8 9
10 11 12 13 14 15 16
17 18 19 20 21 22 23
24 25 26 27 28 29 30