I have been so negligent at my post of duty here!  Where has the time gone?  What were we doing??

Ah, so much to do, so little time.  We have been working on the header for The Puzzle Boy website.  I think it is looking pretty good.  I have been working on adding lots of pictures to the e-book.  I have been writing my introduction and organizing my chapters to the book. 

We took off to TN for nearly a week over Thanksgiving.  We had to go visit our daughter, her husband and our granddaughter.  Did I say that again? Granddaughter?  Yes!  She is a year old now and so much fun. (time keeps moving forward in life!)  She has a quick and ready smile and is a "go-getter!"  She began walking more and more while we were there.  I was excited to watch the progress.  How fun it is to reach out your arms and watch them as they make a decision as to whether or not they want to risk walking to you.  Then comes the smile, her arms reaching out and those cute toe-walking baby steps with the arms reached up until you catch her, hug her and praise her! So much fun!

It reminds me of autism.  We look for every advance forward.  Every tiny baby step forward, right or wrong.  We like to see progress. We praise them.  It takes so much more time.  Autism progresses slowly in a fast paced world.  We are so used to things happening NOW!  We even want babies to walk earlier and earlier. ("my baby walked at 7 months! Ever hear that?  My baby talked at 4 months!)  Yes, we want to push our children way, way too fast in an adult world.  We want them to hurry up and grow up.  Be the fastest, be the smartest, be the greatest and do it NOW!  We live in such a computer age.  Such a fast, fast age. 

Our children are growing faster, taller, have bigger feet than we all did as kids.  I can't believe it!  Size 13 used to be giantish!  Now 14-15 and more is normal!  The hormones and growth factors are pushed through the dairy and meat industry because they want the cows to produce more, faster, better.  Nature is forced, pushed out of proportion because we are so impatient.  What used to be abnormal is now normal, and our kids are the recipients.

Well,  as I said, you can't rush autism!  You just plain can't.  It has a mind of its own.  It has to unfold ever so gently, ever so slowly, in its own time.  I don't know if I was blessed with an autistic child because of my prayers a long time ago or not.  You see, when I was pregnant with Seth, I prayed for patience.  I knew I did not have any.  Bad thing to not have.  I guess the Lord took me pretty seriously!  I was gifted and have gained much patience out of necessity! Arrgh!

Seth is quickly (time is the only thing that moves truly fast) moving to the age of 21.  December 11 is the big day! Ouch!  Oh, he could not wait to be an adult since the age of 5!  This is a BIG day for him! It is a big day for us!  This means that the schools will not recognize him as a student any longer.  He is done with their system.  I am so happy that they recognize that autism needs more time.  They do not quit at age 18. Everything quits at 21.  I am busy with ideas and planning for this big day.  He will have a birthday party (he only wants adults to celebrate his adulthood even though there will be a few kids here). He will graduate.  And I will cry!  My baby will be grown but not grown!

I have been able to watch so much progress over the last 21 years, albeit slow.  I am thrilled with each baby step.  I am thrilled with each smile of recognition as a lightbulb goes on in his brain.  I am thrilled with seeing new logic emerge.  For instance, after we arrived home from TN, he immediately went to writing a long 3 page letter to his sister thanking her for the time he had at her house and how he liked her cute little baby.  Then he added some advice.

"Sarah, I wanted to tell you something about washing dirty clothes.  This is a hint.  When you put your clothes in the washing machine, put the lid down."

You see, he would often go in the laundry room and check on the clothes in the washer and leave the lid up and they would quit washing. I told him several times not to do that.  It finally clicked with him, now he can "teach" his sister how to wash clothes!  How fun!  He also told her how long to dry them for! 

I guess what I am saying as I  see so many parents, especially moms working with their kids.  They do not see instant results.  It is so hard.  You can't see the future. Keep persistent, keep trying things, but don't give up!  Sooner or later their slow systems will catch up and mature and get stronger.  Keep giving them nutrient dense food that will make a difference in how they heal.  Keep on keeping on. Pretty soon your five year old will be 21!  They will be a different person.  Because of YOU!

Until Next Time,

God Bless you all!  Keep being thankful, and watch for the baby steps! Oh, and don't compare your child with another, too depressing!

Nancy Lynne!

PS  I have also been working on hunting down old pictures of when Seth was a baby, scanning them, finding more pics through the years and getting them all together to produce a movie slide show for the big day!  It all takes time! Ha!

"Open your mouth, Seth.  I am going to put this funny tasting gel on your gums first, then I will prick you."

My mind was racing.  What will Seth do?  Will he hold still?  Will he cough in the middle of the needle shot?  Will he wiggle?  Will it take 3 adults to hold him down?  Will he grab the doctors arm away, or will he just.....sit there? (Do I sound like Dr. Seuss?)

I feel like I am waiting for the answer during one of those game shows. (music, please!) We have been through so much together, this Puzzle Boy and I. I have gradually watched him grow up in his own time.  You can't rush autistics.  They move to the beat of their own drum.  I am proud of him.  Proud of his accomplishments.  I believe he would be way farther ahead if it were not for seizures coming along and always knocking him back 10 steps.  I sure hope that going through this dental work does not throw him through a loop.

This is the very first time in 20 years that he has had novocaine.  When he had to have his arm rebroke to set it right, he was knocked out.  They gave him demerol for the pain, which caused a blotchy skin reaction immediately.  I gave him Tahitian Noni Juice which alleviated it very quickly, as in "right before my very eyes!"

Up the doctors arm went with a very ominous looking needle. "Remember, Seth, hold still as a statue."  I am sure Seth did not know what a statue was, but he knew what hold still means.  He has learned to follow directions via his teachers that have come to the house to work with him over the last 5 years.  Will he? *sigh* 

In the needle went.  The good, steady hand of the doctor held it there for quite awhile as he emptied out the novocaine into Seth's gums.  "Seth, does your mouth feel funny?" The doctor asked. "haha" came back the answer with a silly grin.  This is new...

I am so relieved to tell you that Seth held still as a statue, still as a soldier, still as a vase filled with beautiful flowers!  Dr. C. kept telling him how proud he was of him!  Wow, I did not even need to be there at all!  He did absolutely perfect!  Is my job of a mom now over with?  Am I not even needed anymore? *sigh, again* (Charlie Brown style).  Seth has proven himself to be more than a lot of men!  No complaints. Nothing.  Just followed directions and the whole job of needle and filling 2 teeth was completed in all of 20 minutes and $244 later! Haha!

Now I did have to be mom again because Seth was hungry.  I had to ask him "Seth, does your mouth feel funny? "haha" came back the little remark with a grin.  "Seth, I need to know if your mouth still feels funny.  I do not want you to eat if you are still numb. "haha" came the reply again. We went to Wendy's and ordered baked potatoes and a salad.  The cashier asked if we were on a diet or something as we did not get big juicy burgers!  I had to grin and say "haha" to her! (We are vegetarian)

In the end, Seth did get battle wounds as we noticed his cheeked was chewed on in the process of eating.  That night he had grandmal seizures and for 2 weeks later he had seizures.  Sure would like to know if the novocaine triggered it.  The neurologists says "No". Yet it sure was unusual these days to see him go through what he did following the dental proceedure.  He was with some little neighbor boys shooting baskets when he collapsed onto the cement into a full blown seizure.  I felt really bad about that.  I was happy he did not land on his face so that we would have to go back to Mr. Dentist!  UGH!

I am sure I will still be a mom for a very long time! *sigh again*  It's like we want it, but we don't!.  I think to see progress is wonderful, and if we can gain and attain to a level where our autistic kids can be independant, that is our goal, ultimately.  If this does not happen, than, well, one day at a time, please!

The leaves on the trees around my house in the Ozarks are still ablaze with color.  Soon, and inevitably the leaves will fall, exposing bare boned trees and the gray of winter.  We expect the various changes in the seasons to occur, if they did not, we would be confused and wonder why.  There is a cycle of events that is supposed to happen.  When this does not happen, we are left dumbfounded.  The same is true with our children.  We expect they will grow up, mature, and have a family of their own.  If this does not appear to happen, we can be confused for awhile.  We wonder if we are really in Hawaii where the seasons do not change.  We feel held back in time as we watch younger, normal children grow up and bypass ours.  We feel left back in time. We hear the clock ticking even louder than before...

I hope that there will be more and more wonderful services offered to our special ones that are over 21. Mostly I see services just up to 21 and wonder why we are left out again.  We are so far ahead of the majority of cases out there and did not have the benefits of what there is now availiable to the younger ones. 

In the end, Time marches on and so do We.  I am happy that I have had a Heavenly Father help me along the way.  I will eternally be greatful for that fact!  I have learned how to hang on, how to avail of that help, how to listen to Him direct me in our ways.  I hope to never lose that!

Until Next Time, Find those things in which to be thankful for.  Our trials are meant to give us strength.  We are meant to be a blessing to others and I hope I am to you!'

Nancy Lynne!

"Open your mouth, Seth.  I am going to put this funny tasting gel on your gums first, then I will prick you."

My mind was racing.  What will Seth do?  Will he hold still?  Will he cough in the middle of the needle shot?  Will he wiggle?  Will it take 3 adults to hold him down?  Will he grab the doctors arm away, or will he just.....sit there? (Do I sound like Dr. Seuss?)

I feel like I am waiting for the answer during one of those game shows. (music, please!) We have been through so much together, this Puzzle Boy and I. I have gradually watched him grow up in his own time.  You can't rush autistics.  They move to the beat of their own drum.  I am proud of him.  Proud of his accomplishments.  I believe he would be way farther ahead if it were not for seizures coming along and always knocking him back 10 steps.  I sure hope that going through this dental work does not throw him through a loop.

This is the very first time in 20 years that he has had novocaine.  When he had to have his arm rebroke to set it right, he was knocked out.  They gave him demerol for the pain, which caused a blotchy skin reaction immediately.  I gave him Tahitian Noni Juice which alleviated it very quickly, as in "right before my very eyes!"

Up the doctors arm went with a very ominous looking needle. "Remember, Seth, hold still as a statue."  I am sure Seth did not know what a statue was, but he knew what hold still means.  He has learned to follow directions via his teachers that have come to the house to work with him over the last 5 years.  Will he? *sigh* 

In the needle went.  The good, steady hand of the doctor held it there for quite awhile as he emptied out the novocaine into Seth's gums.  "Seth, does your mouth feel funny?" The doctor asked. "haha" came back the answer with a silly grin.  This is new...

I am so relieved to tell you that Seth held still as a statue, still as a soldier, still as a vase filled with beautiful flowers!  Dr. C. kept telling him how proud he was of him!  Wow, I did not even need to be there at all!  He did absolutely perfect!  Is my job of a mom now over with?  Am I not even needed anymore? *sigh, again* (Charlie Brown style).  Seth has proven himself to be more than a lot of men!  No complaints. Nothing.  Just followed directions and the whole job of needle and filling 2 teeth was completed in all of 20 minutes and $244 later! Haha!

Now I did have to be mom again because Seth was hungry.  I had to ask him "Seth, does your mouth feel funny? "haha" came back the little remark with a grin.  "Seth, I need to know if your mouth still feels funny.  I do not want you to eat if you are still numb. "haha" came the reply again. We went to Wendy's and ordered baked potatoes and a salad.  The cashier asked if we were on a diet or something as we did not get big juicy burgers!  I had to grin and say "haha" to her! (We are vegetarian)

In the end, Seth did get battle wounds as we noticed his cheeked was chewed on in the process of eating.  That night he had grandmal seizures and for 2 weeks later he had seizures.  Sure would like to know if the novocaine triggered it.  The neurologists says "No". Yet it sure was unusual these days to see him go through what he did following the dental proceedure.  He was with some little neighbor boys shooting baskets when he collapsed onto the cement into a full blown seizure.  I felt really bad about that.  I was happy he did not land on his face so that we would have to go back to Mr. Dentist!  UGH!

I am sure I will still be a mom for a very long time! *sigh again*  It's like we want it, but we don't!.  I think to see progress is wonderful, and if we can gain and attain to a level where our autistic kids can be independant, that is our goal, ultimately.  If this does not happen, than, well, one day at a time, please!

The leaves on the trees around my house in the Ozarks are still ablaze with color.  Soon, and inevitably the leaves will fall, exposing bare boned trees and the gray of winter.  We expect the various changes in the seasons to occur, if they did not, we would be confused and wonder why.  There is a cycle of events that is supposed to happen.  When this does not happen, we are left dumbfounded.  The same is true with our children.  We expect they will grow up, mature, and have a family of their own.  If this does not appear to happen, we can be confused for awhile.  We wonder if we are really in Hawaii where the seasons do not change.  We feel held back in time as we watch younger, normal children grow up and bypass ours.  We feel left back in time. We hear the clock ticking even louder than before...

I hope that there will be more and more wonderful services offered to our special ones that are over 21. Mostly I see services just up to 21 and wonder why we are left out again.  We are so far ahead of the majority of cases out there and did not have the benefits of what there is now availiable to the younger ones. 

In the end, Time marches on and so do We.  I am happy that I have had a Heavenly Father help me along the way.  I will eternally be greatful for that fact!  I have learned how to hang on, how to avail of that help, how to listen to Him direct me in our ways.  I hope to never lose that!

Until Next Time, Find those things in which to be thankful for.  Our trials are meant to give us strength.  We are meant to be a blessing to others and I hope I am to you!'

Nancy Lynne!

We pedaled our car for six plus hours to the dentist. We stopped in Hot Springs, Arkansas and got some great mineral water to drink along the way.  Sound crazy?  It is really worth going to a dentist you trust! We could have gone to the local dentist with Seth, but he could not guarantee he could put composite in a certain area.  I wanted to be extra sure that no mercury went in his mouth.  Besides, Mark and I had some major dental work done and needed to come for the final touches.  Our crowns!  My daughter said we were now ready for heaven! (crowns, get it?)  I thought she meant that we were now perfect!  Haha!

I was the first patient.  In and out the crown was taken to shapen and perfect. Each time it went in and out, I could really feel it.  Groan!  No novocaine for this as it was important that I feel it! I had to report each time how the bite was.  15 times later and it feels pretty good.

Mark's turn.  He is in the chair for quite awhile.  I could tell that Seth was getting super anexiety.  He was manifesting behavior that I had not seen for awhile.  Clapping his hands more.  Banging his legs.  A little more restless.  Not bad, though, just reminded me of a few years ago. Next thing I knew, Seth took of down the hallway and found a dental chair to sit in.  Being the dutiful mom that I was, I dragged my magazine I was reading and plopped into a chair in the same room with him.  Tick, tick, tick went the clock.  Tap, tap, tap went my foot.  I could not keep my thoughts on what I was reading.  How would The Puzzle Boy do???

Mark was in the next room.  I could hear the drill humming. Doctor C. was making my husband even more handsome. Then I heard the doc say "I think we should have Nancy come in and look at your teeth since she is the one that will look at them the most."  That was my cue.  Up I got to go and look.  "Ahhhh! OOOO!  Nice job!  Hey, they look really good!"  (Until they were taken out again to be cemented!)  Seth ended up getting off his chair to come in and see too.  Mr. Curious I call him!  I was pleasantly surprised as Dr. C invited him to have a seat in the room and allowed him to watch the procedure also.  Perhaps that was wise on his part.

Soon Dr. C. entered the room  where Seth and I were.  Oh, how would Seth do?  Would he move?  Would he wiggle?  Would he sneeze?  Would he cough?  Would he try and talk when he was not supposed to?  How would he handle the novocaine? Would he freak out when he saw the needle?  Would it take 3 of us to hold him down? So many questions ran through this mind.  Then I remember a quote from back in my younger days. "Worry is blind and can not discern the future."  Ok, I will let go and let God!  He is better at it than I. 

Guess what?  I wrote this whole story out, tried posting it and I lost it.  So, since it is late and this is the second time I am typing this, and it is different than the first time, I am going to do the honors of having a part one and part two.  I realize that the last posting was pretty long, and this one was too, so I will shorten it.

The second part is pretty neat.  You will have to stay tuned.... Sorry.....

Until Next Time, Hold onto your hat and keep your socks on!  The story WILL continue next time!

Nancy Lynne!

We pedaled our car for six plus hours to the dentist. We stopped in Hot Springs, Arkansas and got some great mineral water to drink along the way.  Sound crazy?  It is really worth going to a dentist you trust! We could have gone to the local dentist with Seth, but he could not guarantee he could put composite in a certain area.  I wanted to be extra sure that no mercury went in his mouth.  Besides, Mark and I had some major dental work done and needed to come for the final touches.  Our crowns!  My daughter said we were now ready for heaven! (crowns, get it?)  I thought she meant that we were now perfect!  Haha!

I was the first patient.  In and out the crown was taken to shapen and perfect. Each time it went in and out, I could really feel it.  Groan!  No novocaine for this as it was important that I feel it! I had to report each time how the bite was.  15 times later and it feels pretty good.

Mark's turn.  He is in the chair for quite awhile.  I could tell that Seth was getting super anexiety.  He was manifesting behavior that I had not seen for awhile.  Clapping his hands more.  Banging his legs.  A little more restless.  Not bad, though, just reminded me of a few years ago. Next thing I knew, Seth took of down the hallway and found a dental chair to sit in.  Being the dutiful mom that I was, I dragged my magazine I was reading and plopped into a chair in the same room with him.  Tick, tick, tick went the clock.  Tap, tap, tap went my foot.  I could not keep my thoughts on what I was reading.  How would The Puzzle Boy do???

Mark was in the next room.  I could hear the drill humming. Doctor C. was making my husband even more handsome. Then I heard the doc say "I think we should have Nancy come in and look at your teeth since she is the one that will look at them the most."  That was my cue.  Up I got to go and look.  "Ahhhh! OOOO!  Nice job!  Hey, they look really good!"  (Until they were taken out again to be cemented!)  Seth ended up getting off his chair to come in and see too.  Mr. Curious I call him!  I was pleasantly surprised as Dr. C invited him to have a seat in the room and allowed him to watch the procedure also.  Perhaps that was wise on his part.

Soon Dr. C. entered the room  where Seth and I were.  Oh, how would Seth do?  Would he move?  Would he wiggle?  Would he sneeze?  Would he cough?  Would he try and talk when he was not supposed to?  How would he handle the novocaine? Would he freak out when he saw the needle?  Would it take 3 of us to hold him down? So many questions ran through this mind.  Then I remember a quote from back in my younger days. "Worry is blind and can not discern the future."  Ok, I will let go and let God!  He is better at it than I. 

Guess what?  I wrote this whole story out, tried posting it and I lost it.  So, since it is late and this is the second time I am typing this, and it is different than the first time, I am going to do the honors of having a part one and part two.  I realize that the last posting was pretty long, and this one was too, so I will shorten it.

The second part is pretty neat.  You will have to stay tuned.... Sorry.....

Until Next Time, Hold onto your hat and keep your socks on!  The story WILL continue next time!

Nancy Lynne!

Here it is, 4:29 am. I don't know why I have not been able to sleep for the past hour or more, but I decided to get up and blog!  My mind has just been racing and racing. So much to think about, so much to do!  I think if you throw in the time change, it really is a reasonable time to get up, isn't it? 

Yesterday morning we had to go through the autistic ritual of changing every clock, every watch and whatever timepiece that does not automatically change!  I think that turning a clock is too old fashioned anymore!  I think they should all be perfectly in time, in synch, and change automatically and all at once.  It would be so neat to line all the timepeices up in the house, stay up, like you do for New Years Eve, and wait for the big moment when all the clocks did their thing spring and fall! How autistic is that!

The other day I was reminiscing about taperecorders vs cds, ipods, mp3's and the like.  Then I thought about record players and reel to reels. Then about manual typewriters vs computers.  How ironic!  When I was young, during those days, I thought I would not have anything to tell my grandchildren about the "olden" days because everything was quite modern in my day. Obviously, I will have something to tell them!  My husband, Mark, was working remodeling an office when a young girl of about 13 years walked in.  She spotted the wall phone.  The kind where you actually had to dial the number rather than push the number.  It did not light up, either and is was stuck to the wall and had  a curly cord! 

"Cool, she said!  What a neat phone!  Do you realize that she never saw or had to use a phone like that before in her life?  Amazing! 

I think back over the years raising an autistic boy.  It used to be hardly anyone knew what the word Autism was or even meant.  Not even me!  It took years to figure out what was going on with Seth!  I feel like a trailblazer!  Wow! It was rough back then because no one understood the whys behind certain behaviors, not even me!  I do not like labels, and did not want any years ago, but once a label came along, it was a life saver.  Now my kid has a "reason" for who he was and is today. I find more and more people to be understanding.  A knowing glance.  In a way this is great, in a way it is sad.  It is sad because 20-30 years ago, only 1 in maybe 10,000 children had autism.  Now it is 1 in 150 or in some cases 1 in 100 as in the UK. Nearly every family is touched or soon will be.

This is very tragic!  It is not cool! This is not a good modern invention like a cell phone or an ipod or computer. This is not something that only "certain" families "catch" because of their ignorance level.  No, far from the contrary.  It crosses every border, every social scale, every country, and nationality. It is part of humanity at a very fast and growing clip! Statistics are saying that every 20 minutes another child is diagnosed on the autistic spectrum.  Some put it this way, 75 more children will be diagnosed today!

I can't help but think of the ways that man has tried to "better" our Creator.  I think we are making a mess out of it!  We have been created with an incredible immune system.  We try to fix it or improve upon it with nasty man-made concoctions such as toxic immunizations that actually help to destroy it.  We create antibiotics that destroy the inner ecology of good friendly bacteria and are not even taught how to restore the good that was destroyed along with the bad until we get things like MRCA, strep, antibiotic resistant strains.

Then we change God's creation of life giving fruits and vegetables, grains, nuts and seeds but putting firefly genes, or pig genes, or some weird fish genes that live on the bottom of the ocean into our food.  We cover our food with toxic pesticides to kill bugs, and now there are super bugs and our bee population is disappearing! We are a world of fast food, junk food that has very little nutrition for our incredibly made bodies that should run on high octane fuel. 

 In its place, because we can't get going, we pop more drugs, pills and stimulating drinks down the ole hatch to give us an artifical "buzz"  We prop ourselves up with more drugs to live to an old age without our minds.  We fight over petroleum because most everything we buy is made from this chemical toxic waste such as plastic, carpet, paint, furniture.  We place these  objects all over our house and breathe in the fumes unknowingly.  Toxic mercury is placed in our mouths. We cut down all the life giving, air filtering trees that could protect us, in the name of progress!

Then we try to better our Creators method of having babies.  We add pitocin for fast deliveries. They say it does not harm babies, but it does.  Go look on these neat computers by looking up harmful effects of pitocin.  On top of this, we think that C-sections are just an "alternative" way to have a baby.  Neat, we can actually pick their birthdays!  Then we get really curious and want to know if we are going to have a boy or a girl.  I don't think there is another choice, so we do continual ultrasounds because we want to make sure the baby is "OK" while we destroy it through modern tecnology.

I am not saying any of these things aren't good for an emergency.  That is exactly what they are good for.  But not for routine, alternative ways to have babies.

I feel we are destroying ourselves by trying to be better than our Creator.  We think we are smarter and more fit to take care of ourselves.  Then we wonder why, why, why are so many babies "getting" autism? Why are they born with cancer? Why do they have so many allergies today? 

I think the olden days had some merit.  We are so smart today we are killing ourselves. 

Well, I sure rode a high horse today, didn't I? Forgive me.  I think.  Actually, I hope that maybe you have been provoked a bit to take a closer look.  Progress has occured so rapidly that we have not been able to see cause to effect.  We must look at cause to effect in our own lives and do what we can to have great health without props!

Get some good, healthy cookbooks and some good healthy homegrown garden food, or organic, whatever time of the year it is for you.  Ask for it in your grocery store or find a fun Farmer's Market to explore!  Life can be so fun and so neat when you get out of the ordinary and back to the future!  You will be far ahead of the gang when you do!  Life is good, let's make it better, it is our heritage.

Meanwhile, we have some pretty neat kids that need our loving attention! (Mine is still asleep! It is now 5:25am.)  But, he will be awake soon and he will have to tell me about a neat dream he had!  He will give me hugs and kisses even at his 20 years of age!  I look forward to that.  I love his innocence, it takes me back, back, back to the times when children were so much more like that!  Maybe through the bad, God is giving us a glimpse and a reminder of more innocent days in yesteryear to keep us on track!

Until Next Time, Don't become discourage, take action, it is more productive!  Take a good hard look at where we have come and realize that while we have more neato conveniences, we still need to choose more natural and more simple if we are to survive. Please, keep your immune systems strong!

Nancy Lynne!

PS  Next time I will tell you all about the dentist and dr. visit!  Very cool!  I was going to today, but this other "thing" came out!

 http://www.brightcove.tv/title.jsp?title=1137687384

http://www.brightcove.tv/title.jsp?title=759344830

http://www.brightcove.tv/title.jsp?title=1243717821

I have added here a few autism videos that I hope you get to watch.  I realize not everyone has dsl hookup or something fast.  I just very recently got off dial up!  It has been wonderful even though I am not close enough to town to get the highest speed.  I have been able to watch more autism related videos and hope to download some of our own soon!

Until Next Time, get some popcorn and watch the clips!

Nancy Lynne!