Motherhood: A confessional

Motherhood: A confessional
When I was little I dreamed of getting married, raising 3 kids and having tons of hustle and bustle at our house that would always be filled with the kid’s friends. Obviously, God had a different plan for me. I am so happy with my life. I literally fall in love with my husband more ...

Toys that Started it All!

As I step on toys throughout the house today, I was reminded of this picture. This is a picture of our daughter Anna when she was just about 3 years old. We had bought that set of figurines. The first 3 “guys” that came onto the scene in our house. I distinctly remember kermit the ...

The Bus

A few years ago, Eric had a bad experience on the bus. The driver was not very “autism friendly” – let’s just leave it at that. So we started driving him back and forth! This summer we thought we’d try the bus again – and see how it went. Every morning we play catch in ...

Guilty

Planned a vacation day today to go to the beach with my daughter. We usually go on her birthday every year – but this year it fell on a Saturday and we had family over to celebrate. So today was the day! Mr. Bacon decided to take a vacation day too at the last minute ...

Connections

Connections
There are always so many stories about how social media has created a more disconnected society.  People opting to have connections through their phones and computers…rather than with living human beings sitting right next to them.  While I have definitely been guilty of that and regularly counsel my daughter about looking up from her phone ...

He Remembered: A Beautiful Disney Gesture

He Remembered:  A Beautiful Disney Gesture
He remembered.  He was there in 2011 (he was 7).  We had breakfast with the Whinnie the Pooh characters at the Crystal Palace Disney Buffet.  My wife thought he would enjoy it again.  He didn’t seem overly excited about it, but it was a pleasant breakfast.  He fixed himself a plate at the buffet (mostly ...

“Afraid”

“Afraid”
He felt the tickle on the back of his neck; that familiar tickle that made him aware he was dreaming. “Please let this one last,” he silently begged. “I’m scared, Daddy,” Luke whispered. “What if I fall over? What if I can’t stop?” The summer sun peaked through a cloud trying valiantly to burn away ...