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OK, so I lied a little. I'm not a straight vegetarian, I'm a pescetarian (I still eat sea creatures). Not eating beef and chicken hasn't been a problem, but I think if I cut out all animals, I'll feel deprived and the next thing you know, I'll be headed for the In-n-Out drive thru. The goal is to eventually be a true vegetarian, and who knows, maybe even a vegan one day. But for now, it's no land animals...sorry, Charlie.
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There comes a time when a voice in your head will stop whispering and start shouting. One particular voice has become so loud I can no longer ignore it. It's telling me that it is time to become a vegetarian.
I am no stranger to the meatless world: soy milk, vegan cheese, tofu, soy protein, etc. I already like these things. I just need to take the next step and do the right thing. It's time to walk the walk.
Why now?
My daughter is obsessed with farm animals. Everything she plays with during the course of her day somehow involves one or more farm animals ("sheep goes in the bath!" "sheep drinks the milk!" "horse goes to sleep with the pillow and the blanket!") I can no longer teach her about these animals and then turn around and eat the same animals (except for the horse, of course). It makes me feel like a hypocrite and I don't want to do it anymore.
So...go veg!
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The Boy has had daily (M-F) ABA therapy for one month now, and it absolutely shows. He speaks in sentences about 50% of the time, he verbalizes his wants and needs, there is less whining and he is much less aggressive.
He was able to handle a drive to Half Moon Bay and be in a crowded, loud, strange place for two hours without losing control. He rode a horse without so much as a whimper and was able to ask for a specific treat, being ice cream.
His teacher is also amazing. The Boy loves going to school and even asks to go on the weekends. He has also been (more often than not) gluten-free for over a year now. Everything is working together, and the result is a four year old autistic boy who verbally and emotionally resembles a neurotypical four year old boy. I can't even tell you how amazing that is for us. =)
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Sneaky girl got caught with Mommy's soda
But that didn't stop her from having a sip!
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If you've talked to me in the last month or so, you know that I was very excited for school to start. As it was (notice the past tense), I would have about six hours each week to myself, completely kid-free. I was really looking forward to getting back to the gym, getting the house organized and just having a mental break. And then school actually started. This morning I walked into The Girl's preschool room and it was complete chaos. Twenty-four three year-olds in one room, of course there is chaos! And then I noticed the roster for the afternoon class...a total of nine kids. I know that Nini can handle herself in a large crowd; she has a strong personality and would succeed in the morning class, but she's three. I want her to have enough teacher attention and not feel lost in the crowd.
So why is changing classes a big deal? In switching from the morning to the afternoon class, I lose the little kid-free time I was going to have. I now have zero time alone, unless you count the drive from The Girl's school to The Boy's school as alone time. I made a list of pros and cons, and everything about the change is a pro, with benefits to both kids. The only con was the loss of my free time. Sucks =/
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