Maria

My kids are the biggest fans of The Book of Life.

So it’s only fitting that are newest goat member goes by Maria.

This sweet little beauty has joined our mini farm.

Goats are social animals and do best with a friend or two. After Gus was sent to heaven we needed to find Randy someone to spend his days with.

We have sweet friends that also have their own little ranch. So it was easy to add this gem to our mini farm.

She has the sweetest blue eyes. And a gentle demeanor.

Once her nerves dissipate I think she will find that she found a loving little farm to spend her days weed eating.

I am not sold on my ability to be a farm animal owner.

I can’t stand the heartbreak when something goes wrong.

But seeing the joy on the kids faces makes it all worth it.

Welcome home Maria.

Demise of Social Media

I’ve found that I have zero interest in social media.

Deleting apps off my phone has given me a newfound peace. More focus on things I enjoy.

I don’t care to see the latest selfie. The latest look what I’m doing. Or worse shame post.

I noticed I lost interest in social media when it became more about how shitty can I make someone else feel by posting the latest asinine comments. And how many more booty shots can we all see. Just because you display your body on Instagram it doesn’t make you a model.

I have friends on social media I adore. When I do take the time to go on Facebook or Instagram it’s to like people’s posts I genuinely like. To catch up on friends and family.

I think what started as a way to share with friends and family quickly turned into something else.

The demise of social media started with politics. Then shaming. Everyone seems to be a warrior behind their keyboards.

I see it on local groups. Acquaintances posts.

Political differences ravaging friendships and families.

In a world so easily offended social media is like pouring salt on a wound.

I feel like I’ve grown out of posting. What I used to enjoy I’ve started to loathe.

I’d rather have a friend or family member text me photos of their lives. I enjoy blogging there is so much more behind a photo. A story to share. A feeling to discuss.

So I still have my social media accounts. Until I find the time to print my beloved photos I’ve shared. Then I will delete it for good.

But I’ve taken a stance against WCW, MCM, social media has become the latest joke.

I started noticing moms posting some seriously staged photos. No one cooks with their kids in their kitchens while getting the perfect photo. That’s just not reality.

When I bake with my kids. There is usually a massive mess, sometimes arguing, and I’m never dressed in matching clothes with a fake smile on my face while doing it. That’s not reality. Yet millions of people flock to these posts. Trying to replicate this false idea of perfection.

Happiness isn’t created online with random strangers liking posts that aren’t reality.

Life is meant to be lived.

Taking a social media break has really given me a different perspective.

Freed up a lot of time.

Time for me to continue writing my own books. Time to enjoy and sometimes struggle with the demands of life. Just because their isn’t a post it doesn’t mean someone isn’t living their best life. Odds are they are living a better life than those plastered with a fake smile.

I wonder if people started living their lives instead of posting about it. Would society be happier?

If you have been feeling that you’ve outgrown social media maybe it’s time to take a break.

Live your life. Who cares who knows about it.

Danielle

Farm life heartbreak

Today I had to experience first hand death of a farm animal.

What started as an ordinary day quickly went very wrong. One of our Nigerian dwarf goats was suffering from urinary calculi. It was immediate and sudden. He was suffering and in excruciating pain. As the day went on his suffering continued.

My husband works long hours leaving me to make big decisions alone sometimes.

Today was that day.

Anyone who knows me. Knows that I love animals probably too much. My heart can’t take much heartbreak.

But as the day went on sweet Gus began to suffer unbearable pain.

With no vet available and the prognosis so grim I had to mercy kill my sweet Gus.

I’ve never killed an animal.

I’ll be honest I was nervous. I prayed over sweet Gus before. His goat crying was to much for my heart to handle. And so I sent him on his way to heaven.

I like to imagine all animals happy in heaven. Eating all their favorite things.

Frolicking.

Today opened my eyes to the fact that I’m too sensitive for this farm life.

I can’t stand to watch anything suffer. I never want to play God and choose to end a life.

But today I was faced with no better choice.

It was quick and I hope painless.

Has anyone started their homesteading journey to realize they aren’t cut out for certain aspects.

I never would have thought that I’d have to mercy kill one of my sweet beloved animals. I adored that sweet animal and his silly gentle nature. He will be so missed.

Sensory Processing Disorder

I have some obsessive behaviors and so does my husband. Both my kids have obsessive behaviors as well but I’d say EBE’s obsessions are harder for me to understand. Therefore making it harder for me to help him through it.

He was officially diagnosed with sensory processing disorder at age 3. He was delayed in his fine motor skills, and highly sensitive. He goes mute randomly and can’t speak. I suspect anxiety. He picks at his body obsessively. Causing his lips and toes to bleed.

As he’s grown older he’s grown out of most of his fine motor hiccups, but his obsessive behaviors have become much more noticeable the older he gets.

He has a high level of anxiety always. But it’s made worse by any disruption in his routine. And it can take weeks to get back to normal.

A tantrum will turn meltdown easily somedays for him and there’s no reasoning with a meltdown.

And today is already one of those days. I hate these days because I don’t really know how to help him. I incorporate sensory activities and use our therapy swing. But it’s almost like his mind gets stuck on obsessing over different things. Some days are harder than others.

So I wonder and pose the question to those with sensory processing disorder can you explain maybe a side of the obsessions that I’m missing? Maybe offer advice on strategies you use to work through those challenging times.

I try to read whatever I can on SPD, but it’s still hard for me to grasp how exactly it feels.

If I were to create a questionnaire would you be willing to answer some questions I have about SPD and share your personal experience?

I’m just a mom trying to gain more knowledge. And would appreciate it.

Danielle

Fuera

My incredibly intelligent brother is owner of an app called Fuera.

As my new fix yourself mission I decided to incorporate running into my routine.

I’ve always been a weight lifting yoga kind of girl but needed a change. I’ve always hated running. And give up pretty easily.

But today I sucked it up. Put on my big girl running shoes and headed out to the desert for a trail run using Fuera.

What is Fuera?

In simple terms it’s a running app. But in reality it’s got some pretty awesome features and simple terms doesn’t do it justice.

Creating a running community for all stages of your running journey.

I’ll go ahead and categorize myself as an extreme beginner, pulls over to die about 5 times. Possibly dry heaves then moves on.

So if and when I’m ready to find others that have similar paces. I’ll be scouting Fuera first.

But it tracks your pace and distance with such ease and no annoying notifications during your run.

It allows you to create a run and invite your friends.

Fuera costs $0 to download. For the frugal such as myself.

It adds an accountability and a reward at least for me. Being able to see my pace and distance at the end gives me motivation for my next run.

You should download it and you should spread the word just saying. My little brothers biggest fan here.

https://fuera.io

When I was ankle deep in loose desert sand sucking wind hard I felt my body actually coming alive. Despite the feeling that my lungs were going to start bleeding at any given moment. I ran on. And walked some. I spent a solid 15 minutes dry heaving. I’m not a morning person and I’m not a runner naturally.

It’s been a long time since I’ve headed out into natures beauty and just ran.

The thing about running is all my struggles are temporarily gone.

With each step I felt a feeling of empowerment. Surrounded by the beauty of the sierra mountains and high desert I finally felt alive again.

The numb feeling that depression brings for me was momentarily gone.

Fuera kept me on track. Gave me motivation to keep running. I told myself I wouldn’t check my pace until I was finished.

I’m not a runner. I’ll have to train hard to become one. But I just love Fuera, the running community it brings and the accountability it gives me.

If you are looking for a user friendly running app I’d encourage you to download Fuera. Plan a run with some friends or even just hold yourself accountable to a new healthy lifestyle.

Danielle

Autism & the money hungry medical community

There’s an ugly side to therapies for Autism and Sensory Processing Disorder.

I’ve learned a few things along the way.

Not all therapists and doctors are wanting to truly help your loved one with a diagnosis.

Unfortunately a lot of therapists and therapy agencies see LARGE money symbols when they hear the words Autism or special needs.

With my child’s first diagnosis I was oblivious. Unaware of the money maker that Autism has become.

But as time went on I realized how much the therapists were overcharging. How many behaviors they wanted to “fix” how many sessions it could take to “fix” these behaviors.

I found myself stopping multiple therapies because of the money hungry therapists charging an ungodly amount for honestly some weird shit.

I personally like that my kids know how to line up shit with such precision that truly takes patience and hard work.

I don’t discourage healthy behaviors. They may hit the nail on the head for autism behaviors but they don’t harm and it doesn’t truly affect their days.

I became so discouraged with the medical community that we up and moved our family away. Finding equine therapy that was truly amazing for our kids.

But then again it was met with a money hungry therapist. Using my kids labels for her own financial betterment.

It became less about helping them and more about how much can I possibly charge you.

She wasn’t the first and she wasn’t the last therapist to take my kids labels and use them for personal financial comfort.

It’s hard to find therapists that truly want to work with your loved one with Autism.

It’s discouraging and it’s downright annoying.

I love what I’ve learned from both my kids. I’ve found out things about myself and my kids that I would never have understood had they not been labeled.

If you find yourself shelling out ungodly amounts of cash flow for therapy I encourage you to really look at what the therapist is working on with your kids. What are they charging you? Do you notice a difference. Is it really bettering your situation. And are your kids happy? And are there things that you can learn yourself and help your kids daily with?

I remember one specific session with my daughter where the therapist treated her with such disrespect and lack of compassion for any person that I immediately felt mama bear take hold. And had some words.

I always have hated the therapists that talk about your child’s struggles in front of them. Almost shaming them for something they cannot control.

Autism is a daily challenge for the kids and for me.

But it is definitely not something less. It isn’t something to be cured. It isn’t something to change.

For now we do not have our kids in therapy. Instead I use everything I’ve learned over the years and encourage them when they are struggling. Hold them during difficult times. And love them no matter what.

Therapy isn’t the end all be all for Autism.

Unfortunately the medical community has made it a massive money making scheme. Scaring parents into days of therapy.

But as a mom of two kids on the spectrum. I’m telling you. Therapy shouldn’t be about money. Therapy should be an aid for your child’s struggles.

If you find yourself unhappy with therapy or notice your child’s behaviors become worse with therapy.

Consider how it feels for them. Consider how financially it’s affecting you and benefiting the therapists.

I’m not saying autism doesn’t benefit from therapy. I’m saying in a world of personal gain therapists may not have the interests of your family in mind. They may be blinded by money symbols.