As you may or may not know (oh, come on, you all read my blog religiously, don't you?!), our son is having issues with his speech and behaviour (although he's come a very long way in a few short months).
Just about the time that our first speech therapy appointment happened, and some other issues were suggested to us, a sweet gal by the name of Becca started up a blog. Becca is a pediatric speech-language pathologist, who very obviously cares about what she does and the people she works with. Her blog, Child Talk, is an amazing resource for parents who are in the thick of dealing with these and other issues with their kids, or parents who are just entering the scary and uncertain world that faces them and their children.
I just wanted to spread the word about the amazing blog that Becca has started, she welcomes questions through her website and had been more than helpful to me when I sent her a freaked out email in March. She talked me down to just mild hysteria (kidding!).
I see the work and caring that she puts into her blog, so if you yourself can't use the information, but know someone who can, please pass her blog address along!!
Thanks Becca!!!
Thoughts From The Wells
Friday, July 29, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
It Starts This Early??
I remember elementary school. I even remember kindergarten to some extent. I remember playing with all of the kids, making new friends and the exciting feeling of being on my own, if even for just a morning every day. I remember forging a new with friendship a girl, someone with whom I would be best friends with for the next 8 years.
I also remember being in grade 4 or 5, having our petty, typical girly spats, being friends with someone one day, and fighting with them the next. I get that kids (especially girls) are like that, and that it's the norm. I also know that kids are cruel, remembering that I was cruel to a kid or two along the way and remembering kids that were bullies to everyone on the playground. I get that all of that is a part of growing up, learning how to treat people, learning how to develop relationships and learning lessons from the way you yourself are treated.
But. My daughter is 4. She is a very personable little girl, not a shy bone in her body. We are new to this city, and when I took them to the park, I figured it might be a good chance to meet some other little girls in our area. When we first got there, there was a girl, probably a year or two older than mine, whom Jayda invited to play. (It's actually pretty cute, she'll walk up to any little strange girl and say, "Hi, my name is Jayda, do you want to play?") They played really well, and then the little girl had to go home.
It was then that another couple of little girls arrived, and Jayda approached them to play. The first little girl (we'll call her Ring Leader) said, "No, I don't know you and haven't seen you before" and then walked away, ignoring Jayda when she introduced herself again. I resisted the urge to do anything about the situation, especially when Jayda's face turned sad and she walked over the bench to sulk for a few minutes. And this wasn't a pouty sulk, this was a hurt sulk.
I get that kids can be mean and discluding, but the kicker here is that RL's Mom was standing right there. Maybe I'm way out of line, or what they call a "helicopter parent" or whatever, but if it were my kid doing that to someone, I would be stepping in and correcting the behaviour. I get that I'm not going to be choosing my kids' friends as they get older, but is there anything wrong with guiding them to try and make the right choices in the way they treat others?
I left there feeling hurt for my daughter and feeling like the other parent dropped the ball on this one. As I was discussing this with my husband after we got home, I lamented that if I ever caught one of my kids treating someone else that way, they would be corrected even as they were doing it.
Or, something like that. But with harsher words.
In the end, I explained to her that even thought that girl left her out, the important thing was that she was friendly with the girls and invited them to play. The important thing is how you treat others, and if they don't treat you nicely back, you go and find someone else who will, ignoring the meanness.
Easier said than done.
This is going to be a long 15 years, probably more so for me than for her.
Now excuse me while I go trim my Mama Bear claws....
I also remember being in grade 4 or 5, having our petty, typical girly spats, being friends with someone one day, and fighting with them the next. I get that kids (especially girls) are like that, and that it's the norm. I also know that kids are cruel, remembering that I was cruel to a kid or two along the way and remembering kids that were bullies to everyone on the playground. I get that all of that is a part of growing up, learning how to treat people, learning how to develop relationships and learning lessons from the way you yourself are treated.
But. My daughter is 4. She is a very personable little girl, not a shy bone in her body. We are new to this city, and when I took them to the park, I figured it might be a good chance to meet some other little girls in our area. When we first got there, there was a girl, probably a year or two older than mine, whom Jayda invited to play. (It's actually pretty cute, she'll walk up to any little strange girl and say, "Hi, my name is Jayda, do you want to play?") They played really well, and then the little girl had to go home.
It was then that another couple of little girls arrived, and Jayda approached them to play. The first little girl (we'll call her Ring Leader) said, "No, I don't know you and haven't seen you before" and then walked away, ignoring Jayda when she introduced herself again. I resisted the urge to do anything about the situation, especially when Jayda's face turned sad and she walked over the bench to sulk for a few minutes. And this wasn't a pouty sulk, this was a hurt sulk.
I get that kids can be mean and discluding, but the kicker here is that RL's Mom was standing right there. Maybe I'm way out of line, or what they call a "helicopter parent" or whatever, but if it were my kid doing that to someone, I would be stepping in and correcting the behaviour. I get that I'm not going to be choosing my kids' friends as they get older, but is there anything wrong with guiding them to try and make the right choices in the way they treat others?
I left there feeling hurt for my daughter and feeling like the other parent dropped the ball on this one. As I was discussing this with my husband after we got home, I lamented that if I ever caught one of my kids treating someone else that way, they would be corrected even as they were doing it.
Or, something like that. But with harsher words.
In the end, I explained to her that even thought that girl left her out, the important thing was that she was friendly with the girls and invited them to play. The important thing is how you treat others, and if they don't treat you nicely back, you go and find someone else who will, ignoring the meanness.
Easier said than done.
This is going to be a long 15 years, probably more so for me than for her.
Now excuse me while I go trim my Mama Bear claws....
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Royally Amazing!
So, we met Will and Kate today. No. Really. We met Will and Kate. The famous ones. The royal ones.
I still really can't believe it.
And, I can't believe how much of a royal bandwaggoner I've become. Just a couple of days ago, I was lamenting to my husband how incredibly unfair it was that 2 people like that have it totally made in the shade, while I have sudsy dishwater dripping off of my elbows.
You see, they are visiting our city (the one we just moved to 3 weeks ago - good timing, huh?!). My hubby is on security detail for their royal highnesses. Long days, a lot of heat and mosquitoes made him a little cranky about it. We talked about how, for no reason other than bloodline and some sexy lingerie* did these two folks fall into "one of the richest and most famous and most beautiful therefore most happy" people in the world.
*
courtesy of google images
No envy here. None. Just dishpan hands.
Anyway, we both were thinking that it really wasn't that big of a deal that they were here, and I didn't have even an inkling to go see them (I'm not a crowd person, especially with 2 crabby kids).
Hubby happens to text this morning, saying that they are checking out of the hotel (I'm pretty sure this may or may not have been privileged information) and to get our butts down there in a very short amount of time. I begin to daydream about Kate complimenting me on my pj bottoms, but flinching at the hole in my t shirt....
We end up getting the heck down there (I'm pretty sure if I'd been given more time to think about it, we wouldn't have gone - I was on autopilot) and wait. There I stand with 2 kids - one looking pretty good, like the little princess she is (except she put her WINTER princess boots on with her dress - awesome), and the other kid with bedhead (this was the only day he's slept in for a year), a football shirt and a rip in the knee of his jeans (I swear I didn't know about the rip - I think it happened when he fell trying to pick dandelions on the way to see their royalnesses - don't ask about the stupid weeds...).
And, the kids start to get antsy. As I look around at the other 5 or 6 kids, I realize it may have been a good idea to bring flowers, or wash my kids' faces or even run a comb through. Ah well, we'll never see them again, and maybe if we look that bad, they'll consider making a donation towards our cause. Or not.
Anyway, they finally come out and, well, wow. What a stunning couple. And, she's gorgeous (although my husband says I'm hotter - atta boy). And the kids met them. After shaking William's hand, my son proceeded to shake the hands of the security guys, prompting William, with a laugh, to say he was "curious". (what does that mean in British speak?) My daughter was taken with Kate and could only squeak out a "hi".
The first picture is my son shaking William's hand, and the second picture is my daughter (in the middle with the pink and green dress) staring in awe at Kate. The pair was very gracious and took time to talk to the kids, I was impressed!
So, now I guess I am a fan. Not a die hard, royal following fan, just a person who has a new found respect for the future King and Queen of England.
Pretty cool day.
I still really can't believe it.
And, I can't believe how much of a royal bandwaggoner I've become. Just a couple of days ago, I was lamenting to my husband how incredibly unfair it was that 2 people like that have it totally made in the shade, while I have sudsy dishwater dripping off of my elbows.
You see, they are visiting our city (the one we just moved to 3 weeks ago - good timing, huh?!). My hubby is on security detail for their royal highnesses. Long days, a lot of heat and mosquitoes made him a little cranky about it. We talked about how, for no reason other than bloodline and some sexy lingerie* did these two folks fall into "one of the richest and most famous and most beautiful therefore most happy" people in the world.
*
No envy here. None. Just dishpan hands.
Anyway, we both were thinking that it really wasn't that big of a deal that they were here, and I didn't have even an inkling to go see them (I'm not a crowd person, especially with 2 crabby kids).
Hubby happens to text this morning, saying that they are checking out of the hotel (I'm pretty sure this may or may not have been privileged information) and to get our butts down there in a very short amount of time. I begin to daydream about Kate complimenting me on my pj bottoms, but flinching at the hole in my t shirt....
We end up getting the heck down there (I'm pretty sure if I'd been given more time to think about it, we wouldn't have gone - I was on autopilot) and wait. There I stand with 2 kids - one looking pretty good, like the little princess she is (except she put her WINTER princess boots on with her dress - awesome), and the other kid with bedhead (this was the only day he's slept in for a year), a football shirt and a rip in the knee of his jeans (I swear I didn't know about the rip - I think it happened when he fell trying to pick dandelions on the way to see their royalnesses - don't ask about the stupid weeds...).
And, the kids start to get antsy. As I look around at the other 5 or 6 kids, I realize it may have been a good idea to bring flowers, or wash my kids' faces or even run a comb through. Ah well, we'll never see them again, and maybe if we look that bad, they'll consider making a donation towards our cause. Or not.
Anyway, they finally come out and, well, wow. What a stunning couple. And, she's gorgeous (although my husband says I'm hotter - atta boy). And the kids met them. After shaking William's hand, my son proceeded to shake the hands of the security guys, prompting William, with a laugh, to say he was "curious". (what does that mean in British speak?) My daughter was taken with Kate and could only squeak out a "hi".
The first picture is my son shaking William's hand, and the second picture is my daughter (in the middle with the pink and green dress) staring in awe at Kate. The pair was very gracious and took time to talk to the kids, I was impressed!
So, now I guess I am a fan. Not a die hard, royal following fan, just a person who has a new found respect for the future King and Queen of England.
Pretty cool day.
Monday, July 4, 2011
The Rain Ain't Got Nothin' On This!!!
It's been raining here all day, and I wanna go outside and play!!!! My kids are wrangy, I'm antsy to do something outdoorsy, and I'm hoping that the sun decides to come out to play tomorrow!
So, in the absence of something fun to do outside, I'm planning something fun for the summer - my sister has agreed to host an online Arbonne party - one that will include girlfriends from around the country and beyond - the only stipulation to you taking part is that you need to have glass of wine in hand (or the beverage of your choice), some me time at the computer, and have some fun browsing my website of fantastic Arbonne product! We are launching the party in the next couple of days, but I want to let you know that we will be including a prize to one or more people that place orders. If you would like to place an order, please do so by sending me an email - I'll be in contact with you to get your information, and place all of the orders together under this party.
I'd love to see people from everywhere take part, so kick back, relax and enjoy perusing the yumminess (is that a word??) that is Arbonne!! (My fav these days is the Seasource Detox Spa - heavenly!!!!)
Visit my website at www.clairedonison.myarbonne.ca, let me know when you've had a look and I'll add you to our list of "party people"!! If you have ANY questions about the products or would like some recommendations, please email me at clairedonison@live.ca - I loooooove to hear from you all!!!
So, in the absence of something fun to do outside, I'm planning something fun for the summer - my sister has agreed to host an online Arbonne party - one that will include girlfriends from around the country and beyond - the only stipulation to you taking part is that you need to have glass of wine in hand (or the beverage of your choice), some me time at the computer, and have some fun browsing my website of fantastic Arbonne product! We are launching the party in the next couple of days, but I want to let you know that we will be including a prize to one or more people that place orders. If you would like to place an order, please do so by sending me an email - I'll be in contact with you to get your information, and place all of the orders together under this party.
I'd love to see people from everywhere take part, so kick back, relax and enjoy perusing the yumminess (is that a word??) that is Arbonne!! (My fav these days is the Seasource Detox Spa - heavenly!!!!)
Visit my website at www.clairedonison.myarbonne.ca, let me know when you've had a look and I'll add you to our list of "party people"!! If you have ANY questions about the products or would like some recommendations, please email me at clairedonison@live.ca - I loooooove to hear from you all!!!
Friday, July 1, 2011
I AM CANADIAN!!!
Happy Canada Day everyone!! And yes, even if you're not Canadian, we are so darn hospitable and welcoming (and apparently not self centered in the least) , that we'll let you celebrate right along with us!!!
So, in honor of the birthday of this awesome country, here is a list of why I love Canada:
10. We drink Vico, not chocolate milk (maybe just one for the prairies)
9. We wear bunny hugs, not hoodies (pretty sure another one for the prairies)
8. We can drive for miles and miles without seeing a town or city.
7. We can step out in -40 C and declare that it's "refreshing".
6. We do say "eh" and are proud of being able to be recognized right away as a Canadian because of it.
5. Tim Horton's. Enough said.
4. Hockey. And, the CFL - the best football league in the world - heck for that matter, the Riders aren't only the pride of Saskatchewan, they are the pride of the whole darn country!!
3. Proudly being able to wear my flag in foreign countries.
2. We have 4 distinct seasons, and they all show themselves with a vengeance.
1. There is so much patriotic love for our country, sometimes just hearing a crowd sing our national anthem brings tears to my eyes.
So, Happy Canada Day my friends, and to our friends to the south, Happy Independence Day on Monday, have a wonderful, country-loving weekend!!!
So, in honor of the birthday of this awesome country, here is a list of why I love Canada:
10. We drink Vico, not chocolate milk (maybe just one for the prairies)
9. We wear bunny hugs, not hoodies (pretty sure another one for the prairies)
8. We can drive for miles and miles without seeing a town or city.
7. We can step out in -40 C and declare that it's "refreshing".
6. We do say "eh" and are proud of being able to be recognized right away as a Canadian because of it.
5. Tim Horton's. Enough said.
4. Hockey. And, the CFL - the best football league in the world - heck for that matter, the Riders aren't only the pride of Saskatchewan, they are the pride of the whole darn country!!
3. Proudly being able to wear my flag in foreign countries.
2. We have 4 distinct seasons, and they all show themselves with a vengeance.
1. There is so much patriotic love for our country, sometimes just hearing a crowd sing our national anthem brings tears to my eyes.
So, Happy Canada Day my friends, and to our friends to the south, Happy Independence Day on Monday, have a wonderful, country-loving weekend!!!
Monday, June 27, 2011
My Grief
Hello, I'm back from the move. Let's start off by saying that I'm so incredibly thankful for the house we are able to live in, I've been driven by the alternative and I almost cried for the people that have to live there. As I told my husband, "you're lucky, because about this time I'd be one miserable bitch". Enough said. So, in a nutshell, things are great, the move went relatively smoothly, and we are pretty much unpacked and settled.
Something has been really weighing on my mind lately. I'm usually a glass is 3/4 full kind of girl. I find that without thinking, I'm always making a positive comment in light of a shitty situation. In fact, when our couch didn't arrive with the movers (yes, they lost a damn COUCH), my Mom laughed at me when I said, "well, at least we'll have more room in the living room for the kids to play". Yeah, that's usually the kind of girl I am.
The downside to this trait (it was hard to find a downside...get it? hardy har) is that I think - and I'm no shrink - but I think that I may be repressing feelings. No, I don't have repressed feelings about my missing couch (which, by the way, will be here in a few days). I think I hold things in and try to ignore the negative so much , that when the straw is breaking the camel's back, I lose it completely.
I'm afraid that this might happen in our current situation. Because my 3 year is severely speech delayed, and he needs major therapy, my husband and I are both concerned, obviously. But on top of that, he has some strange...um...mannerisms. I wouldn't exactly call them totally weird and strange all of the time, but he is definitely a different duck. He bops along to the beat in his own head sometimes and seems to be in his own little world as well sometimes. I do see some tendencies that professionals would love to label (I refuse to let him be labelled - we work on solutions, not labels), but I'm having a hard time admitting it, especially to my husband. My husband is overly critical, not of my son, but of his behaviours, and doesn't want him to be different. He doesn't want him to be teased, to be slower than the other kids, he doesn't want him to be an outcast.
I totally get that. But every time he starts getting worked up over it, I really try and downplay it. 'Maybe he'll grow out of his immaturity, maybe he'll start talking really soon, really well, for sure the other kids will love him - look at him - he's the most adorable kid ever made'....that kind of thing. When my husband is overreacting, I'm under reacting. But I do see things about our son that makes him a little different from other kids. I don't want to admit it. Maybe it will go away. Maybe once he gets to preschool, he'll start to act like the other kids and not have everyone stare at him.
He is the happiest kid I know. His eyes light up, he loves singing and dancing, he can actually tell me what numbers are what on a page (numbers his almost 5 year old sister doesn't know). He's really smart, and I see that about him. But I fear there really is something else there. I don't know what it is, but he goes for his first speech therapy appointment in our new city next week, and I'm excited and terrified at the same time. I don't want to hear what I don't want to hear.
Maybe I'm not repressing feelings, maybe I'm just denying them all together. I refuse to wallow in this, this kid is a terrific kid, and we'll come out on top of this. It's just scarier than hell to go through.
Something has been really weighing on my mind lately. I'm usually a glass is 3/4 full kind of girl. I find that without thinking, I'm always making a positive comment in light of a shitty situation. In fact, when our couch didn't arrive with the movers (yes, they lost a damn COUCH), my Mom laughed at me when I said, "well, at least we'll have more room in the living room for the kids to play". Yeah, that's usually the kind of girl I am.
The downside to this trait (it was hard to find a downside...get it? hardy har) is that I think - and I'm no shrink - but I think that I may be repressing feelings. No, I don't have repressed feelings about my missing couch (which, by the way, will be here in a few days). I think I hold things in and try to ignore the negative so much , that when the straw is breaking the camel's back, I lose it completely.
I'm afraid that this might happen in our current situation. Because my 3 year is severely speech delayed, and he needs major therapy, my husband and I are both concerned, obviously. But on top of that, he has some strange...um...mannerisms. I wouldn't exactly call them totally weird and strange all of the time, but he is definitely a different duck. He bops along to the beat in his own head sometimes and seems to be in his own little world as well sometimes. I do see some tendencies that professionals would love to label (I refuse to let him be labelled - we work on solutions, not labels), but I'm having a hard time admitting it, especially to my husband. My husband is overly critical, not of my son, but of his behaviours, and doesn't want him to be different. He doesn't want him to be teased, to be slower than the other kids, he doesn't want him to be an outcast.
I totally get that. But every time he starts getting worked up over it, I really try and downplay it. 'Maybe he'll grow out of his immaturity, maybe he'll start talking really soon, really well, for sure the other kids will love him - look at him - he's the most adorable kid ever made'....that kind of thing. When my husband is overreacting, I'm under reacting. But I do see things about our son that makes him a little different from other kids. I don't want to admit it. Maybe it will go away. Maybe once he gets to preschool, he'll start to act like the other kids and not have everyone stare at him.
He is the happiest kid I know. His eyes light up, he loves singing and dancing, he can actually tell me what numbers are what on a page (numbers his almost 5 year old sister doesn't know). He's really smart, and I see that about him. But I fear there really is something else there. I don't know what it is, but he goes for his first speech therapy appointment in our new city next week, and I'm excited and terrified at the same time. I don't want to hear what I don't want to hear.
Maybe I'm not repressing feelings, maybe I'm just denying them all together. I refuse to wallow in this, this kid is a terrific kid, and we'll come out on top of this. It's just scarier than hell to go through.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Top 10 of The Week
So here are the top 10 biggies of the week (it was a pretty slow week, so hopefully I can come up with 10 - maybe 5 good, 5 bad....we'll have to see...)
Ahem*
10. Snow in June. That's all I'll say about that.
9. This daylight-until-one-in-the-morning thing is really screwing with my clock. It sucks when you're sitting there watching tv at night, and realize it's 1 am, and you aren't even tired yet. And it's still bright out.
8. There is a vole living under my shed. So thankful that I didn't meet him until a week before we move.
7. The guy that was appointed to us to help us with our move through my husband's work is a total moron. Ummm, return a call much???
6. I'm starting to realize I'll miss living here, but mostly miss the people. We have been pretty much shut in for the last 2 years (except for summer, which lasts 4 months out of the year - the rest is winter - only 2 seasons) and I so won't miss that!
5. We sold our vehicle, so we don't have to pay $1200 to barge it to our new post (there are no roads to drive out of here in the summer)
4. I'm eating licorice nibs as I type this. Yum.
3. My 4 year old requested Gwen Stefani videos before bed tonight. With a side of Katy Perry. 4 years old. Awesome.
2. We're having take out Chinese tomorrow night. Not a big deal, right? For me it is. A. I don't have to cook. B. There is one place to order out from here (actually there is 2 but I don't feel like ordering food poisoning, so I'll pass on the second). C. I cook every. single. night. therefore, refer back to A.
1. The most awesome-est thing happened today!!! Okay - backstory - we are moving to a place where the cost of living should be illegal, and houses are in the $stupid range. So, we have decided we need to pick a rental place out of the choices that hubby's work provides. There are very few houses on that list, and a couple weeks ago, we got a call that we got one of these houses. HOLY CRAP!!!! That was so lucky....until they called and said they made a mistake, it had already been promised to someone else.
So, back to plan A, moving into a row house, with no backyard for the kids, no room for any of our stuff, blah, blah, blah. When asked what the chances of another house coming up were, we were told to not get our hopes up. So, we sulked for a few days, and I came to the conclusion that we would be happy no matter where we were living, and maybe something better would come up eventually.
Still with me? So, hubs is in the new city today on our house hunting trip, and he calls them this morning to make a time to meet them to look at row housing. Well. He is informed that a house came up yesterday and our names are on it!!!! I'm so damn pumped!!! If it were just me and he, it wouldn't matter, but damn it - I want a yard for the kids - I don't want to deprive them of anything.
So, with that chills-down-your-spine-hair-stand-up-on-your-arms story, I'll just leave you with....
Have a fantastic weekend friends!!
Ahem*
10. Snow in June. That's all I'll say about that.
9. This daylight-until-one-in-the-morning thing is really screwing with my clock. It sucks when you're sitting there watching tv at night, and realize it's 1 am, and you aren't even tired yet. And it's still bright out.
8. There is a vole living under my shed. So thankful that I didn't meet him until a week before we move.
7. The guy that was appointed to us to help us with our move through my husband's work is a total moron. Ummm, return a call much???
6. I'm starting to realize I'll miss living here, but mostly miss the people. We have been pretty much shut in for the last 2 years (except for summer, which lasts 4 months out of the year - the rest is winter - only 2 seasons) and I so won't miss that!
5. We sold our vehicle, so we don't have to pay $1200 to barge it to our new post (there are no roads to drive out of here in the summer)
4. I'm eating licorice nibs as I type this. Yum.
3. My 4 year old requested Gwen Stefani videos before bed tonight. With a side of Katy Perry. 4 years old. Awesome.
2. We're having take out Chinese tomorrow night. Not a big deal, right? For me it is. A. I don't have to cook. B. There is one place to order out from here (actually there is 2 but I don't feel like ordering food poisoning, so I'll pass on the second). C. I cook every. single. night. therefore, refer back to A.
1. The most awesome-est thing happened today!!! Okay - backstory - we are moving to a place where the cost of living should be illegal, and houses are in the $stupid range. So, we have decided we need to pick a rental place out of the choices that hubby's work provides. There are very few houses on that list, and a couple weeks ago, we got a call that we got one of these houses. HOLY CRAP!!!! That was so lucky....until they called and said they made a mistake, it had already been promised to someone else.
So, back to plan A, moving into a row house, with no backyard for the kids, no room for any of our stuff, blah, blah, blah. When asked what the chances of another house coming up were, we were told to not get our hopes up. So, we sulked for a few days, and I came to the conclusion that we would be happy no matter where we were living, and maybe something better would come up eventually.
Still with me? So, hubs is in the new city today on our house hunting trip, and he calls them this morning to make a time to meet them to look at row housing. Well. He is informed that a house came up yesterday and our names are on it!!!! I'm so damn pumped!!! If it were just me and he, it wouldn't matter, but damn it - I want a yard for the kids - I don't want to deprive them of anything.
So, with that chills-down-your-spine-hair-stand-up-on-your-arms story, I'll just leave you with....
Have a fantastic weekend friends!!
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