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Good Enough Mama
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Hi, I’m Kia. Kia is short for Eustoquia, which is a greek name, meaning Good Mother. I’m not conceited in using this name for myself. Quite the opposite, in fact; I have a fantastic ability to criticize my every move and decision made regarding my son, especially. This positive name is a way to remind myself that, in a lot of ways, I’m a Good Mum. So that’s one reason for this blog’s existence. Here’s another: to record my son’s (he’s four right now, as of January 2008 ) diagnosis and treatment of Sensory Processing Disorder. He was diagnosed in June of 2008 and will start treatment with an Occupational Therapist this month as well. We’ll call him Little Man. My darling husband will be referred to as Hubby. Not original, but it works. I’m 34 and a half at this point, and don’t place a lot of emphasis on my age. I’m not a birthday-loather. Not yet, anyway. I live in Ontario, Canada. That’s my story. So far…
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Recent Posts
Throw Me a Fecking Bone for Feck’s Fecking Sake
I wish I were kidding but sadly I’m not. The swine flu, he has it. The swine flu he’s got. Yes, my boy has a fever of one hundred and three(s). He’s achy and breaky from his head to his knees (ok, ankles, but ankles doesn’t...
Tie. Quan. Doh!
I’ll save you the boring shit that has been my life for the past several weeks. After Jenn emailed me a few days (ok, if we’re going to be truthful and shit, it was more like a week) ago asking if I was alive or dead, I realized that...
It’s Real Now.
I have bronchitis. I also have an inhaler and codeine. Colour me sleepy and yet high. Little Man has a snotty nose today. Colour me a shitty weekend. ...
She Lives and He’s Ok.
Well, kinda. Sorta. Dooooods and doooooodettes, I’ve missed you. Not enough to, well, you know, like, pay attention to any of you or anything, but enough to wish that I had something new and exciting to say. Which I don’t. At all. Really....
Losing a Tooth Should Be a Happy Thing, No? Oh. Ok. No.
Little Man lost his first tooth at dinner tonight. I gagged a bit at the sight of the blood and the tooth with a bit of flesh still attached got all excited and took pictures of the gaping hole in his mouth. I made him call Hubs (who was out with ...
Little Man-isms
Because I don’t feel like delving into the deets about Little Man’s school yet, I’m going to share some of his wonderfulness with you, my boiz and gerllzzzz in the bloggyhood. He really is very entertaining even when I’m plott...
