life with greyson & Parker

Article courtesy: Chrissy Kelly, Life with Greyson & Parker Over the weekend we went to a child’s birthday party- often a source of stress and pain for all of us. It’s always just been too much for Grey. Too many kids, too loud, too everything- and he can’t even eat the cake anyway. Both boys are Read more…

Picking the boys up from Behavior Therapy at the clinic is an Olympic sport. Each boy has a huge collection of data contained in a ginormous binder. Data is collected on their every move and utterance during each 3-hour therapy window. Grey also has a Picture Exchange binder- pictures that help him talk to us. Read more…

My parents are in town from Missouri and we are having Friends over tonight- Cocktails with the Kellys. I’m happy and excited. I am enjoying some silence before the frenzy of more preparation starts. Sometimes we want to drive someone to exactly where we want them to be…but all we can really do is take their Read more…

Article Courtesy:  Chrissy Kelly, life with greyson + parker There’s no such thing as getting rich quick. No getting skinny quick, either. Darn. No growing your hair long quick. Just doesn’t happen. No beating Cancer quick, getting strong quick or getting happy quick either. There’s absolutely no beating Autism quick. Whatsoever. Even a little. It’s Read more…

Back to school time… I remember only bits and pieces of grade school. I have a vague memory of riding the school bus. I don’t remember his name, I just remember he was very overweight. On the ride home when we got to his stop, he would stand up to exit the bus and that Read more…

During the rain I’m not calm. There’s not a cool or even a collected in sight. I hold white knuckled to the branches and squeeze my eyes tightly shut. I pray. I wonder why in the hell the rain intrigued me in the first place. It’s cold and I’m wet and I’m scared and I don’t Read more…

Dear Frank, You have no idea the impact you have on a Wednesday. What you don’t know is that your presence has been a calming and reassuring force in our week for years now. No matter how good or how bad our week was, there you were every Wednesday reminding me that we could go Read more…

I tried to pretend like last night was like any other night. Deep breath in. Exhale. Deep breath. Exhale. No thinking. Stop thinking. I SAID NO MORE THINKING, CHRISSY. I felt like it was the night before I was giving birth and I knew that by today everything would change. Maybe for just a day Read more…

I’m taking deep breaths right now… In and out… Whoooshhhh… The bad part of the weekend? The goodness that comes to an abrupt halt at around 8pm Sunday evening… I start to think of the week and my heart starts to beat faster…and not the good kind of beat faster. I feel like I’m giving Read more…

I believe in hot and sweaty summer nights and crickets and sundresses and warm breezes I believe in the under dog. They are usually almost always absolutely my favorite I believe music makes little teeny tiny band aids that find the hurt and make it a little better I believe good things come to those Read more…

This is a post for you… The Friend that reads this blog every day… Sometimes at night right after I hit publish…and sometimes you write me and you say that my blog is the first thing you read each day… sometimes from your phone before you even get out of bed. You are totally my people…My word Read more…

When it comes to Autism and Greyson and Parker- I never feel guilty that I caused it… I have a peace of mind that this is exactly the story I am supposed to live. And let’s say one day Scientists discover the missing link of what causes Autism and it turns out it was something I Read more…