That’s me. I write this blog. I’m a writer.
This is my wife. She’s really good for me. We’re a lot alike, except she’s less whiny and needy.
“The Little Professor”
He’s my oldest. His diagnosis and prognosis have never been really clear, but he’s considered to be on the autism spectrum, is moderately cognitively impaired, and has severe speech apraxia. He’s taught me more about what’s important in life than anyone or anything else. He’s also saved my life.
My younger son, now the middle child of three boys. He’s precocious, he loves to read, he’s already more popular in the second grade than I ever was throughout my education, and he has a penchant for pop music. When he was born, I called him my little bird.
The youngest of the three, The Boy is my step-son. He’s high-energy, intensely emotional, and a total extrovert. He needs to be around others, which has a tendency to get under Little Bird’s skin. He’s also the same size as (if not slightly bigger than) Little Bird, despite a year and a half age difference.