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I'm still not feeling the blogging muse. I fear I've run out of things to say! But I'll give it a little more time. The sun is said to be coming out tomorrow and we'll be having some double-digit temperatures (for my American friends, that means we might hit 60--woo hoo!). It's sure to improve my mindset and concentration. I hope so, because lately all I've wanted to do is bake cakes. Blogging is much better for my waistline. In the meantime, here's a picture of Anakin making himself right at home: It's really no wonder I can't get my "S" key to work properly. And since my last post, we've had less snow in our area, and an awful lot of flooding. We're lucky to be high enough that our basement has remained dry and intact, unlike many houses around these parts. But we haven't escaped the water entirely. This is a picture of my kids having fun at the lake. Oh wait. No, that's not the lake. That's our VEGETABLE PATCH! Spring...

In case you're wondering where the heck I've been, I'm going through another of my blogging slumps. Let's see if you can figure out why! Here are some shots I took from my front door about 5 minutes ago: If you're having trouble figuring all that white fuzziness out, I'll give you a hint. It's snow! It's April 15th and after nearly 6 months of winter and a decent spring thaw, it's started SNOWING again! And there's more in the forecast! Please excuse me. I'm off to stick my head in the oven...

April 2nd is World Autism Awareness Day! It's interesting to see how far we've come since this time last year. On Autism Awareness Day 2010, I was wearing a button that read "Someone I Love Needs a Cure". I still have half a bag of those buttons floating around here someplace, but I don't want them anymore. Firstborn's Asperger's diagnosis in August, which seemed silly and unnecessary at the time (he's so mild, only those very familiar with autism would ever recognize the signs), has been a huge eye-opener for me. While Rosemary's Baby has symptoms (namely the language issue) that need serious, intensive intervention, Firstborn has quirks. When I was growing up in the 70's and 80's, a kid like Firstborn would just be labelled a "nerd". Certainly, he has a few issues that need a bit of smoothing out. He's disorganized (no IDEA where he picked THAT up...). His ability to explain things verbally is a little jumbled. He still ref...