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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RadicalAdventures/~4/QicVQ9SWgVo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RadicalAdventures/~3/QicVQ9SWgVo/radical-moments.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unspeakable Joy)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://radicaladventures.blogspot.com/2012/01/radical-moments.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486586618597553784.post-6544505503666765258</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2012 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-21T19:31:36.428-08:00</atom:updated><title>Find a (RADical) Friend!</title><description>Check out what Diana at &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://goldtorefine.blogspot.com"&gt;Gold to Refine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; is developing! &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://goldtorefine.blogspot.com/2012/01/find-friend-update.html"&gt;Find a Friend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; is a network to help parents of traumatized or otherwise special needs children find each other in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/viewform?formkey=dGxVbGhfUlVSQ3FQSnFjMU5Oa29FRUE6MQ"&gt; &lt;img style="visibility: visible;" alt="" id="Image8_img" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P8DwSWDnzmg/Two-W4dTFKI/AAAAAAAAEH0/Im7cPXaqCMQ/s210/FInd%2Ba%2BFriend.jpg" height="150" width="150" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More info: &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://goldtorefine.blogspot.com/2012/01/find-friend-update.html"&gt;http://goldtorefine.blogspot.com/2012/01/find-friend-update.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486586618597553784-6544505503666765258?l=radicaladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RadicalAdventures/~4/dnpCBWc5DvI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RadicalAdventures/~3/dnpCBWc5DvI/find-radical-friend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unspeakable Joy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P8DwSWDnzmg/Two-W4dTFKI/AAAAAAAAEH0/Im7cPXaqCMQ/s72-c/FInd%2Ba%2BFriend.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://radicaladventures.blogspot.com/2012/01/find-radical-friend.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486586618597553784.post-773476596525588109</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Sep 2011 21:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-20T16:24:45.588-08:00</atom:updated><title>RAD resources</title><description>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Help! I want ONE place to send to RAD moms who need help and hope.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a good all-inclusive list for RAD info, but that's hard!  Here's what I've compiled so far, but I want to shorten it to one place and better info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLEASE POST ANY SUGGESTIONS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine's videos are wonderful and very honest AND let you laugh so I'd start there.  I think the sites are informative, but have found the best support on other blogs of moms who get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine is a great trauma mama.  &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.welcometomybrain.net/"&gt;welcometomybrain.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST SEE Videos: &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=christinemoers"&gt;youtube.com/profile?user=christinemoers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("What you do with pee" is the BEST!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only books that really helped us (but only after we saw a video and really got it). The brain function info is helpful, although this approach is a struggle with our normal, and our RADicals' history of not trusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beyondconsequences.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;beyondconsequences.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Info about Orlando, a gathering for trauma mamas that is amazing. I highly recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.watchingthewaters.com/2010/08/what-is-orlando-all-about.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;watchingthewaters.com/2010/08/what-is-orlando-all-about.html&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sites with RAD info:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.attach.org/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;attach.org&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.attachmentdisorder.net/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;attachmentdisorder.net&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.radkid.org/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;radkid.org&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition of RAD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://radicaladventures.blogspot.com/2008/08/symptoms-of-attachment-disorder.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Definition of RAD&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in our home.&lt;br /&gt;Wikipedia's &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reactive_attachment_disorder"&gt;definition of RAD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brandonu.ca/education/files/2010/08/Reactivex20Attachmentx20Disorder.pdf"&gt;Great article for teachers&lt;/a&gt; and others dealing with our RADical kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blessedby10.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-you-want-to-adopt-through-foster.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;blessedby10.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-you-want-to-adopt-through-foster.html&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some RAD blogs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goldtorefine.blogspot.com/"&gt;goldtorefine.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://reactiveattachmentdisorderlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;reactiveattachmentdisorderlife.blogspot.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mommyneedstherapy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;mommyneedstherapy.blogspot.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stellarparenting.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;stellarparenting.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.my-rad-life.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;my-rad-life.blogspot.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGAIN PLEASE POST ANY SUGGESTIONS TO MAKE THIS SHORT, SWEET, BUT HELPFUL, THANKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486586618597553784-773476596525588109?l=radicaladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RadicalAdventures/~4/jVHdWSv1R0c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RadicalAdventures/~3/jVHdWSv1R0c/ten-ways-to-support-rad-mom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unspeakable Joy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://radicaladventures.blogspot.com/2011/08/ten-ways-to-support-rad-mom.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486586618597553784.post-5049948616270153905</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Apr 2011 21:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-24T18:45:30.879-07:00</atom:updated><title>Orlando</title><description>When you hear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orlando&lt;/span&gt; in "normal" circles, you think Disney World.  When you hear it in RADical circles, it's said with the same awe, but means something else.  I can't link you to a specific website that says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is Orlando&lt;/span&gt;, because Orlando is bigger than that.  It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some kind of gooey cloud of support and love that floats around covering different people in different ways&lt;/span&gt;.  Yes, that's a bit of a cop-out because it's just that hard to describe!  Read &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.watchingthewaters.com/2010/08/what-is-orlando-all-about.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and those below for other descriptions.&lt;br /&gt;In short, Orlando is a weekend for just trauma mamas called SOUL Sisters (Supporting Our Unconventional Lives).  Mostly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;moms of kids with early trauma and attachment issues&lt;/span&gt; (aka RADicals, like ours).&lt;br /&gt;In long, Orlando is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;.  Yes, I realize that's actually shorter.  It's not just what you do there, or who you meet there, or what you learn there, it's just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEING THERE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Being with 68 women who actually live in your shoes.  People who understand better than the best therapist ever could and don't care what you say, because they're saying it too.  Hearing conversations that start with "The first time my son tried to kill me" and not being surprised.  Having conversations where you tell people what your REAL life is like, and not holding back for fear of shocking them.  Never saying "we're fine thanks" because they'd know that was a lie and also because they actually want to know.  Hearing stories that make you so appreciative of how far your kids have come, and others that give you hope of how far they can go, and others that remind you that you're so not ready to adopt any more!&lt;br /&gt;It was also a refreshing getaway. I slept in, stayed in my jammies, took hour long showers, and read til the wee hours.  I took lots of mental notes and just soaked in how other moms deal with kids, situations, and feelings.  I heard great new ideas and ways to handle them.  I was reminded that I do a lot of things right, and even more wrong, but greatly encouraged because I DO them.&lt;br /&gt;Did you catch that? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These moms thought I was awesome just because I do them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people have no idea that I do them.&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine?  I honestly wish every single one of you could.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For the FIRST time ever, I felt fully loved, respected, appreciated, and encouraged by people other than my husband who fully understand what it's like to live with RAD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I also got to meet RADical moms I've read about for years.  &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.welcometomybrain.net/"&gt;Christine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://lisajordanpuddin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://crawfordlifetimes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ali&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, and so so so many more.  Well, 67 more.  67 more amazing women who are rock stars for even SURVIVING RAD, let alone helping their kids to heal.  And the theme of the weekend? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am not alone.&lt;/span&gt; I'm not!  You're not! I have a rock that says so and a Supergirl ring to remind me  AND now a &lt;u&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.welcometomybrain.net/2011/03/you-are-not-alone.html"&gt;MAP OF OTHER TRAUMA MAMAS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(That map is both encouraging and heartbreaking. So much hurt all over the map.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more, tattoos, pedicures, hooping, table dancing, laughing, crying, watching others run a 5k (while eating, in my jammies)... but you just had to be there.  I thank &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.watchingthewaters.com/"&gt;Corey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.welcometomybrain.net/"&gt;Christine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; from the bottom of my RADical heart for letting me be there, at the last minute, and I pray I can go again next year!&lt;br /&gt;Most of the group after a Greek dinner, during which most of us danced on tables at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VYrWaF1Af3U/TbTMFTWOiII/AAAAAAAAAUk/iX3kzYdo4zs/s1600/omomsF%2B%25283%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 141px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VYrWaF1Af3U/TbTMFTWOiII/AAAAAAAAAUk/iX3kzYdo4zs/s200/omomsF%2B%25283%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599324628193282178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My amazing housemates after the Greek dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ocSWj8O_gxM/TbTMFbpKIII/AAAAAAAAAUs/YcxNEyuZ2qw/s1600/omomsF%2B%25284%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ocSWj8O_gxM/TbTMFbpKIII/AAAAAAAAAUs/YcxNEyuZ2qw/s200/omomsF%2B%25284%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599324630420168834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our house on the last day. I wish they all had RVs and we did a RADical caravan around the country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ilENeWueQZE/TbTMcrzZraI/AAAAAAAAAU0/C-a2jTHSpeg/s1600/omomsF%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ilENeWueQZE/TbTMcrzZraI/AAAAAAAAAU0/C-a2jTHSpeg/s200/omomsF%2B%25281%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599325029895089570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More pics from the Orlando &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/soulsisters11/"&gt;Flickr group&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; (these pics shamelessly lifted from there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Orlando posts (oh my, so many!):&lt;a href="http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2011/03/where-to-go.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Waggoners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mommyneedstherapy.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-this-is-what-it-is-like-to-belong.html"&gt;Kristine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://knee-deepincortisol.blogspot.com/2011/03/kids-stop-shortening-my-telomeres.html"&gt;Mighty Isis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://manystarsthatguideus.blogspot.com/2011/03/hope-faith.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://isocannotmakethisshitup.blogspot.com/2011/03/here-is-one-reason-why-we-had-to-let.html"&gt;Beemommy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.welcometomybrain.net/2011/03/no-for-real-you-are-not-alone.html"&gt;Christine&lt;/a&gt; of WelcomeToMyBrain.net (&lt;a href="http://www.welcometomybrain.net/2011/03/kathys-make-world-better.html"&gt;another&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.welcometomybrain.net/2011/03/you-are-not-alone.html"&gt;another&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.watchingthewaters.com/2011/03/saturday-spa-day.html"&gt;Corey&lt;/a&gt; - Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.watchingthewaters.com/2011/03/friday-arrivals.html"&gt;Corey&lt;/a&gt; - Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.watchingthewaters.com/2011/03/advance-party.html"&gt;Corey&lt;/a&gt; - Advance party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crawfordlifetimes.blogspot.com/2011/03/orlando-baby.html"&gt;Ali&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuzzymunchkin.com/roz/?p=1292"&gt;Roz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.storinguptreasures.com/2011/03/orlando-2011.html"&gt;Storing Up Treasures&lt;/a&gt; (and &lt;a href="http://www.storinguptreasures.com/2011/03/horseshoes-and-hand-grenades.html"&gt;again&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.mothering4money.com/2011/03/i-am-not-alone.html"&gt;Mothering for Money&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://waldenbunch.blogspot.com/2011/03/orlando-and-beyond.html"&gt;Marty's Musings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ranchochico.blogspot.com/2011/03/look-of-progressand-few-thoughts-about.html"&gt;Ranch Chico&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theaccidentalmommy.blogspot.com/2011/03/burning-up-on-re-entry.html"&gt;The Accidental Mommy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gardinerfam.blogspot.com/2011/03/more-thoughts-on-orlando-2011.html"&gt;Story of Our Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://manystarsthatguideus.blogspot.com/2011/03/coming-home.html"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ourfabfive.wordpress.com/2011/03/10/orlando/"&gt;Our Fab Five&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixednutmedley.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-are-not-alone.html"&gt;Christina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sanitysrchr-shortbus.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-youre-happy-and-you-know-it.html"&gt;The Short Bus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://othermothersblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/our-homecoming.html"&gt;The Other Mother&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puddingwithoutmeat.blogspot.com/2011/03/big-fat-ooshy-gooshy-slobbery-snotty.html"&gt;CORoots&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stellarparenting.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-build-it.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mothering4money.com/2011/03/photowalk-at-orlando-retreat.html"&gt;Mothering for Money&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://peaceinpuzzles.blogspot.com/2011/03/layers-of-loss.html"&gt;Peace in Puzzles&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://peaceinpuzzles.blogspot.com/2011/03/orlando.html"&gt;another&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://peaceinpuzzles.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-went-to-orlando-and-all-i-got-was.html"&gt;another&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mamadrama-timestwo.blogspot.com/2011/03/saved-by-and-saving-for-orlando.html"&gt;Mama Drama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stellarparenting.blogspot.com/2011/03/after-orlando.html"&gt;Stellar Parenting&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://stellarparenting.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-build-it.html"&gt;another&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mysweeterchaos.blogspot.com/2011/03/orlando.html"&gt;My Sweeter Chaos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whynorthdakota.blogspot.com/2011/03/orlando-2011-is-in-record-books.html"&gt;Why North Dakota&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lisajordanpuddin.blogspot.com/2011/03/coming-home-amazing-women-facing-fear.html"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://manystarsthatguideus.blogspot.com/2011/03/fellowship.html"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://adoptivefamilyno2.blogspot.com/2011/03/being-brave.html"&gt;GB's Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mywalkwithrad.blogspot.com/2011/03/man-i-miss-orlando-2011.html"&gt;Brandy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lastmom.blogspot.com/2011/03/wow.html"&gt;Last Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goldtorefine.blogspot.com/2011/03/mmmmwwahhh.html"&gt;Diana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://peaceinpuzzles.blogspot.com/2011/03/orlando.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tubaville.wordpress.com/2011/03/07/loving-orlando/"&gt;Tiruba Tuba&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.welcometomybrain.net/2011/03/kathys-make-world-better.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://withlovefromsumy.blogspot.com/2011/03/change-o-plans.html"&gt;With Love From Sumy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weareallbeautifulingodseyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-want-to-go-back-to-orlando.html"&gt;Stacey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blakesmeme.blogspot.com/2011/03/memory-dump.html"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://zehlahlum.blogspot.com/2011/03/all-is-well.html"&gt;Jamey&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RadicalAdventures/~4/r2SCaifWxes" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RadicalAdventures/~3/r2SCaifWxes/orlando.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unspeakable Joy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VYrWaF1Af3U/TbTMFTWOiII/AAAAAAAAAUk/iX3kzYdo4zs/s72-c/omomsF%2B%25283%2529.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://radicaladventures.blogspot.com/2011/04/orlando.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486586618597553784.post-7520371865289023152</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Feb 2011 01:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-23T17:01:00.562-08:00</atom:updated><title>Attachment parenting?</title><description>First of all, I think these parents are 100% correct and actually love what they're doing and admit this post is motivated completely by jealousy on my part... &lt;br /&gt;With that out of the way, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;does anyone else get annoyed with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; people who do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;attachment parenting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;  Don't get me wrong, I love that they do, just not that they call it that.  I want to scream &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that's simply &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;parenting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; That's how it should be!  (Granted, it is quite different than much of today's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;normal&lt;/span&gt; parenting but they're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;already attached&lt;/span&gt;!) &lt;br /&gt;I get that they're using great principles and increasing attachment (and aware of doing so) and doing it to a new level even and that they rock, but if you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; attachment, it's sooooo different than trying to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; attachment.  If there's no RAD, trauma, or the many, many other issues that make trying to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; attachment so um, insane, well, that's just good parenting!  That's easy!  (As easy as parenting is, which it isn't, but it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; trauma parenting!)  But that's what so many of us would like to go back in time and get, to attach from the beginning and not have to fight so hard for it. &lt;br /&gt;Is that horrible?  That's okay, it's my blog.  But does anyone else get annoyed with it?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does anyone else want to say dump your baby out of that sling, give him to someone else to abuse for a few years, THEN see if you can do it?&lt;/span&gt;  I know, that IS horrible. &lt;br /&gt;And see, total jealousy on my part, I know.  I guess selfishly I'm saying I do what you do, but mine is way, way harder.  Wahh, what a baby.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486586618597553784-7520371865289023152?l=radicaladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RadicalAdventures/~4/WxwTjc0Ijng" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RadicalAdventures/~3/WxwTjc0Ijng/attachment-parenting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unspeakable Joy)</author><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://radicaladventures.blogspot.com/2011/02/attachment-parenting.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486586618597553784.post-4766255716719100498</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Feb 2011 23:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-22T21:03:03.637-08:00</atom:updated><title>I get to go to Orlando!!!</title><description>Oh my word! I get to go to &lt;a href="http://www.watchingthewaters.com/2010/08/what-is-orlando-all-about.html"&gt;Orlando&lt;/a&gt; next weekend!!!  I'm still in shock!  I saw &lt;a href="http://www.welcometomybrain.net/"&gt;Christine&lt;/a&gt; post on Twitter about coming to Orlando and just asked about her schedule, because we're currently near Orlando and I hoped to say hi. THEN I realized that she's coming for THE Orlando getaway that I had already written off last year thinking we wouldn't still be in Florida in March. Well, thanks to my procrastination of an event that I pushed back to later in March, I'm IN Florida, near Orlando, available, AND Christine had an opening in her house!  (There are many houses this year!)&lt;br /&gt;So, all of a sudden, I get to have a RADical weekend with many other RADical moms!  How exciting is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who else is going?? &lt;/span&gt;More &lt;a href="http://www.watchingthewaters.com/2010/08/what-is-orlando-all-about.html"&gt;info on Orlando here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;And here is my roommate! &lt;a href="http://ramblingsofatraumamamma.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ramblingsofatraumamamma.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THAT Lisa from &lt;a href="http://lisajordanpuddin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Life in the Grateful House&lt;/a&gt;?! And Ali from &lt;a href="http://crawfordlifetimes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Crawford Life &amp;amp; Times&lt;/a&gt;?! And a &lt;a href="http://gallivantfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;new RVing family&lt;/a&gt; I'd heard about?!&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously freaking out here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486586618597553784-4766255716719100498?l=radicaladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RadicalAdventures/~4/DEMREudWZnQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RadicalAdventures/~3/DEMREudWZnQ/i-get-to-go-to-orlando.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unspeakable Joy)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://radicaladventures.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-get-to-go-to-orlando.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486586618597553784.post-7059731285007310639</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Feb 2011 05:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-14T21:39:34.625-08:00</atom:updated><title>Poor neocortex</title><description>Ever start reading a book &amp;amp; it says this function (that your child  &lt;br&gt;needs) happens in the neocortex and you think &amp;quot;aw crap, well count  &lt;br&gt;mine out?!&amp;quot; Then you remember that&amp;#39;s WHY you&amp;#39;re reading the book &amp;amp;  &lt;br&gt;just wonder if it&amp;#39;s worth your time? Me either. Cause that would stink.&lt;br&gt;Sometimes I think brain transplant is really the best answer. Not a  &lt;br&gt;good one, granted, just the best one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486586618597553784-7059731285007310639?l=radicaladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RadicalAdventures/~4/-52o9kWlWfE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RadicalAdventures/~3/-52o9kWlWfE/poor-neocortex.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unspeakable Joy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://radicaladventures.blogspot.com/2011/02/poor-neocortex.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486586618597553784.post-8504807675603737421</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Feb 2011 04:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-06T20:58:05.472-08:00</atom:updated><title>Hmmm</title><description>Ever have one of those days (weeks... months... years...) where you  &lt;br&gt;feel like saying screw the attaching, I just want obedience? Ever  &lt;br&gt;sometimes think maybe heartless robots aren&amp;#39;t so bad? Like yeah I may  &lt;br&gt;not have a relationship with them later, but at least they&amp;#39;d behave  &lt;br&gt;now? Or yeah they obey out of fear but at least they obey?&lt;br&gt;Yeah, I&amp;#39;ve totally never felt that way, ever. Really. Just thought  &lt;br&gt;maybe some of you other trauma mamas have. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486586618597553784-8504807675603737421?l=radicaladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RadicalAdventures/~4/Xlr6ngrMkSI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RadicalAdventures/~3/Xlr6ngrMkSI/hmmm.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unspeakable Joy)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://radicaladventures.blogspot.com/2011/02/hmmm.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486586618597553784.post-3311891803008851954</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Jan 2011 04:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-12T20:56:06.544-08:00</atom:updated><title>We're fine!</title><description>I did it! I did it! I did it!  "I'm fine, thanks."  Well the idea anyway.  Saw some (wonderful!) RVing families and as I teased (to moms getting little sleep) that with adopting ours we didn't have to deal with sleepless nights, someone said "Ah, and they probably were already potty trained too!" To which I simply said "No, I wish, but no." BUT I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; elaborate! I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; tell them that pee is STILL the bane of my existence even now, 5 years later with kids that soooooo should be past peeing.  I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; say that yes, my first was potty trained at 2, setting me up for the torturous next gazillion pee years of my life.  I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; say my kids have more issues than you can count, oh woe is me!  I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; say anything!  I also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; bow, so I will now...  *bows*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486586618597553784-3311891803008851954?l=radicaladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RadicalAdventures/~4/kCCm7n-Rn-E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RadicalAdventures/~3/kCCm7n-Rn-E/were-fine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unspeakable Joy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://radicaladventures.blogspot.com/2011/01/were-fine.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486586618597553784.post-5840974655907812383</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Jan 2011 07:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-06T23:35:10.204-08:00</atom:updated><title>Yay!</title><description>I did not yell ONCE today.  *bows*  AND I had a migraine AND the kids were being loud (AND don't forget we live in a small space) BUT I didn't yell.  AND my daughter asked if we could have a sleepover together soon, just the two of us. :) &lt;br /&gt;I know some of you are great at staying regulated and couldn't imagine yelling at anyone, but I'm, well, not.  But I'm working on it... and it's actually getting much easier... thank goodness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486586618597553784-5840974655907812383?l=radicaladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RadicalAdventures/~4/MkXQOtOx4y4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RadicalAdventures/~3/MkXQOtOx4y4/yay.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unspeakable Joy)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://radicaladventures.blogspot.com/2011/01/yay.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486586618597553784.post-3974932747806608632</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Jan 2011 00:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-06T16:36:52.079-08:00</atom:updated><title>She loves!</title><description>We (hubby &amp;amp; I only) took a 3 day road trip &amp;amp; left the kids to be happily spoiled by the grands. They had a ball of course, but I noticed Em being happier than usual to see us &amp;amp; even clingy. Tonight she sat at the table eating a piece of cake &amp;amp; said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dad, I've decided something. I like living in an RV. It's cozy &amp;amp; close &amp;amp; we're more together &amp;amp; I like that&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My heart swelled &amp;amp; my jaw did NOT drop (that was hard). I helped her put words to it &amp;amp; said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that sounds like you're feeling love &amp;amp; you like it&lt;/span&gt;. THEN before she could (would) object &amp;amp; play the "No I hate love" game, I said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; you like sugar too isn't this cake yummy&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Score: 1 for everyone tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486586618597553784-3974932747806608632?l=radicaladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RadicalAdventures/~4/qiXpdYAlNOE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RadicalAdventures/~3/qiXpdYAlNOE/one-of-those-days.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unspeakable Joy)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://radicaladventures.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-of-those-days.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486586618597553784.post-7702740653154581486</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Nov 2010 06:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-08T22:30:30.971-08:00</atom:updated><title>My RADical cried!</title><description>Our Em cried! When we recently told the kids we’d be getting the dog back, Em actually cried tears of joy!  Big deal? Yeah, first time ever!  She doesn’t cry tears of sad, let alone joy, but she was so happy, and I was in shock!  Of course I did what I was supposed to do and put words to her feelings to help her understand and she said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;noooo, these are not tears, I’m not crying, I don’t cry!&lt;/span&gt;  But I just smiled and cried too, and not about the dog!!&lt;br /&gt;We've been on the road for 6 months and LOVE it still.  Can't imagine stopping and living in the same place.  I can tell I miss therapy though, because I feel the need to tell people my kids are not normal and let me tell you my pain...  That tells me I haven't posted on this blog for a while! &lt;br /&gt;While life in general is awesome, we still have (I'm sure always will have) RADical issues that drive us insane. When I'm properly regulated, I'm ready, respond well, and life is easy(ish).  That just doesn't happen quite as often as I'd like.  I get lazy, I get tired, then I get over it and remember it's harder on them than me. Geez it must be awful on them then, shew! &lt;br /&gt;Em's still doing well with Niacin. I can easily tell when she's not taken it.  It didn't help Mr at all, but I'm trying him on L-Theanine again and upping the dose.  He need something because he's just always out of control.  And an out of control boy with a coordination disorder is just a disaster waiting to happen, that happens often!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486586618597553784-7702740653154581486?l=radicaladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RadicalAdventures/~4/zGp40yj1Ikw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RadicalAdventures/~3/zGp40yj1Ikw/my-radical-cried.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unspeakable Joy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://radicaladventures.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-radical-cried.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486586618597553784.post-6834464219798298062</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Sep 2010 04:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-17T21:15:47.688-07:00</atom:updated><title>Niacin is still my very good friend</title><description>The &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://radicaladventures.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love-you-niacin.html"&gt;Niacin trial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; is definitely going well for Em. No effect at all on Mr, I've given up on that. But for Em, she's confident, bolder, able to laugh at herself, sweet, borderline cuddly at times, and just more fun to be around. And I can tell in a second if she's forgotten to take it in the morning.  Like today!  They were all playing a board game and she wasn't doing well and got all pouty and cried!  I said did you forget? She said yep.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying (it's hard) not to say "ah, you forgot your medicine" cause Dad is super worried they'll get that message ingrained: Take drugs to feel better.  And with their background including lots of family drug use, and their very addictive tendencies, it's a risk I'm sure.  So I'm not sure how to say that, but the minute I know she hasn't taken it, I want her to! Yeah, I need to chill and be all calm and present, but my head just screams FIX IT! FIX IT!&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but the point is the Niacin is really helping.  Let's focus on that shall we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486586618597553784-6834464219798298062?l=radicaladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RadicalAdventures/~4/qWIjcJQgn8U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RadicalAdventures/~3/qWIjcJQgn8U/niacin-is-still-my-very-good-friend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unspeakable Joy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://radicaladventures.blogspot.com/2010/09/niacin-is-still-my-very-good-friend.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486586618597553784.post-7963955316256172189</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Sep 2010 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-17T21:03:50.702-07:00</atom:updated><title>The case of the missing undies</title><description>A THIRD pair of Em’s undies have gone missing.  I’m sooooooo sooooooo tired of pee issues. I say that kinda often don't I? With her, I can’t say for sure, but seems she’s up to her tricks of hiding or throwing away her wet undies. One pair I MIGHT have left at a laundry, but I’m super super careful not to.  But three now?  When you only have enough for two weeks, it gets to be important.  And Mr peed on 3 different sheets this WEEK plus pillowcases and blankets and I sooooooooo want the pee to stop!!! Somebody make it stop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486586618597553784-7963955316256172189?l=radicaladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RadicalAdventures/~4/1DfHJE5lVSo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RadicalAdventures/~3/1DfHJE5lVSo/case-of-missing-undies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unspeakable Joy)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://radicaladventures.blogspot.com/2010/09/case-of-missing-undies.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486586618597553784.post-5276612675186889950</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Sep 2010 08:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-01T01:10:17.276-07:00</atom:updated><title>I hate pee</title><description>I don't care the reasoning, the cause, the subconscious, how I should respond, or even the stinky laundry piling up, I just hate pee.  I do, I hate it.  I'm tired of it, tired of cleaning it, hate it. &lt;br /&gt;My 10 year old, you know, the one I just bragged about (and stupidly breathed easier about), the one WITHOUT the plastic sheet (cause I expect it from the 8 year old but I should have guessed), she woke up completely soaked with no idea why.  It's pee dear.  And it's because I had hope, just fyi. &lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to clean a thin foam mattress? Cause I don't. Guess I'll be learning in the morning if I indeed get out of bed, which I'm considering not doing now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486586618597553784-5276612675186889950?l=radicaladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RadicalAdventures/~4/kWb86KSRyxA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RadicalAdventures/~3/kWb86KSRyxA/i-hate-pee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unspeakable Joy)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://radicaladventures.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-hate-pee.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486586618597553784.post-696931035501161943</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Aug 2010 19:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-31T12:12:47.868-07:00</atom:updated><title>I love you Niacin</title><description>A week into &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://radicaladventures.blogspot.com/2010/08/niacin-trial-wish-us-luck-and-make.html"&gt;our trial with Niacin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, and I'm a believer! Em's taking it and is a DIFFERENT person, in a good way.  We don't really do medicine, so I've resisted, but I about gave up caring, so I tried and wow. She loves it too. It takes the edge off and lets her feel normal!  She doesn't cry and freak at the simplest question.&lt;br /&gt;Now it did NOT help Mr at all. I'm going to try Theanine for him. Niacin is more for depression/shame and Theanine is to reduce mental stress, so I'm hoping it'll help Mr chill out. I might even try it. I need to chill out. &lt;br /&gt;The reason I remembered to share it is she didn't take hers this morning and has been crying about the game they're playing and giving a big woe is me pity party for herself. Then I asked a simple question and she launched into her defense (and it was just did you get out the cereal?). I said did you take your medicine this morning? She said oh, no. Take it, take it quick! :)  She did and is back to playing normally now.  And the boys are even being mean! &lt;br /&gt;But she's been loving (even toward ME!), she's let loose much more than usual, she's laughed at her mistakes without crying, she isn't scared of her own shadow, she doesn't even freak if I ask a question quickly. Once I had to hurry her out the door and she simply hurried!!  She's just been FUN! &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not a magic pill of course, as &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.welcometomybrain.net"&gt;Christine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; reminds, but it's helping her and I wanted to share. I didn't think it'd work this well, so I'm happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486586618597553784-696931035501161943?l=radicaladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RadicalAdventures/~4/InhkXw11k80" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RadicalAdventures/~3/InhkXw11k80/still-here-which-is-now-in-oregon-still.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unspeakable Joy)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://radicaladventures.blogspot.com/2010/08/still-here-which-is-now-in-oregon-still.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486586618597553784.post-7719094832606025181</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jun 2010 15:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-16T08:55:22.146-07:00</atom:updated><title>Pee will be the death of me</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-dfkMGMIiYM/TBjxrT9EgBI/AAAAAAAAAS8/SLXLQdzDlng/s1600/57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-dfkMGMIiYM/TBjxrT9EgBI/AAAAAAAAAS8/SLXLQdzDlng/s320/57.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483398272716668946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i can see the headlines now, and hear the talk:  it's just a little inconvenient, why did pee send her over the edge?  i know it's ridiculous and the illogical behavior, seemingly unwarranted fear, the drama, the lies should really bug me more, but no, it's the pee.  after 4 years, i'm just so ready to be done with pee.  with 8 and 10 year olds, it's just time for me to stop dealing with diapers and wet sheets.  past time.  way past time. &lt;br /&gt;when you live in an RV, and have exactly 14 undies so everyone has two weeks of happy days with clean undies, 2 missing pairs makes this mom suspect the old tricks resurfacing.  maybe they're just hidden under something, or they fell behind something, but my (possibly traumatic) history of pee tells me she's had accidents and thrown them away to hide it.  again.  and maybe not, but they don't seem to be here after hours of looking, and with a laundry trip not scheduled yet and no undies, it's not super convenient. &lt;br /&gt;i'm so so so so so so tired of pee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486586618597553784-7719094832606025181?l=radicaladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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 it's exhausting with all the seemingly unrelated stupid things that all come from their state of mind.  i get it, i understand it, i'm just tired of it!  i'm sure they are to, but this is my blog. &lt;br /&gt;em doesn't know you need to rinse the dishes, mr can't find any socks, but won't look in his sock drawer.  their eating is regressing and they look like toddlers at the table.  em's having HUGE perfectionism issues.  crying if she misses any "test" she thinks we're giving her.  the other day i (very pleasantly after a very pleasant time together) said do you want to wear shorts or jeans hiking?  she wouldn't decide and started to cry!  i was so confused!  as it made us late of course i wasn't patient which made her cry more.  she finally said she didn't know which one i wanted her to choose and didn't want to choose the wrong one and get in trouble.  i said i didn't care which one, so there was NO way she could choose wrong, unless she didn't choose! and somehow she managed to pick that one!  i can understand if i was in a hurry or had yelled earlier, but it was out of nowhere.  she's that scared to make a wrong choice.  and while i get it, i'm SO tired of it!  we love on her and assure her there's nothing she can do to make us stop. we point out the boys aren't perfect (they oddly enjoy that) and we love them, but she just won't get it.  and i get why her brain won't get it, but i'm tired of it!  of course i won't, but i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; like saying fine, then i don't love you, you're not perfect enough for me to love you, so now you can relax and be yourself for once!  i KNOW i'd like the real her, if she'd just show it.  of course as mentally chaotic as it's been, i'm sure it'll be a long time before she will.  she's come a long way, but it sure feels like back to square one right now. &lt;br /&gt;mr has a new "look" that just drives me crazy seeing it.  like he's so confused about what he could possibly have done wrong.  i honestly hate that look.  not sure where it came from, but it's new, and very annoying.  as soon as he does it, it's the sure sign that he's lying.  and boy has he been pulling doozies lately, ugh.  he's my finally attached little sweetheart, that's just being a big weenie!&lt;br /&gt;both of them try to figure out what i really mean when i keep life SO simple for them.  i'm very specific, pick up that blue pen on the table.  and em starts to shake and looks around trying to figure out why i might need the pen or where else the pen could be and has an audible "ahh" like she's going to explode when all i want is exactly what i just said.  i never give choices or am vague, but they always guess what else i could possibly mean, to ASSURE they get in trouble, when all they have to do is exactly what i say, which i make easy.  ugh! &lt;br /&gt;and really worst of all i think, our "normal" kid cj has really turned on them both.  though that started long before we left.  formerly loving, kind, giving, he's just a mean, hateful, selfish, little brat, all the time.  we've dug into that too and he's very resentful of the "special" attention the other two have gotten, because they're broken.  like going to therapy is fun?!  he feels like we love them more and they don't get in trouble as much (course they feel the same!) but i hate the him vs. them feeling.  it's awful.  and no matter how much time with him, special privileges, time with daddy, he just doesn't ease up.  he's super selfish and is always manipulating or bullying them.  and when i talk to him, he does this sad baby act that oozes with selfishness.  it breaks my heart because i can just see mean in his heart, not sadness like he's acting.  i can see through it and it's just ugly.  i'm scared it won't go away. &lt;br /&gt;no, worst of all is i know i set the tone and i'm sucking that up really bad right now.  i have a big work project deadline, very little internet so far which has really killed my productivity for that, and just lots of stress as we started out.  but the more i focus on just being calm and fun, the more they just do stupid things that drive me crazy.  and dad is great, he's been taking them all over so i can work in peace.  but as soon as they get home, it's just back to the fighting and mean and acting stupid. &lt;br /&gt;and JUST NOW of course i get an email from bryan post and read this:&lt;br /&gt;"We all know that these adopted kids just need to be loved, but we are then left  to try and figure out just how to get to and keep that place of love in our  hearts when these little darlings show the dark side of their trauma histories. "&lt;br /&gt;yep, that's me!  i've forgotten.  better go listen...&lt;br /&gt;(and thank you for listening! now i'll go be a better mom, shew, needed that rant...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486586618597553784-5018735579984560200?l=radicaladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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