The biggest parade in our town is the annual St. Patrick's Day parade. It's rather nice since St. Patrick's day is Broadway's birthday. It's very hard for me to believe that on this St. Patrick's Day, we will celebrate Broadway's 16th birthday. I suppose this means that in order to hide my real age, I'll either have to start telling people he's my little brother or let them wonder if I was 14 when I had him.
Yesterday could not have been more beautiful. The temperature was in the upper 60's and there was not a cloud in the sky. The only negative was that Iraq has awakened in the morning with an ear ache. We initially planned on having daddy take her to the doctor while I took The Skink to the parade, but Iraq was adamant that she did NOT want to go to the doctor and that her ear was fine. After much cajoling, we managed to get some Tylenol in to her. As with many children in the autism spectrum, Iraq is very limited in the things she will swallow. Often getting her to take medication can involve both parents and duct tape a lot of patience.
We parked a block away from the parade rout and found a nice spot to watch from. The Skink had a lovely time running around in an empty parking lot prior to the start of the parade.
For some unknown reason, The Skink has an irrational fear of bagpipes. Now, I've looked it up, and there is no dedicated term for a fear of bagpipes. The closest things I can find are Ancraophobia - the fear of wind and Aulophobia - the fear of flutes. So we'll just have to come up with our own hybrid and call it Aulancraphobia. Rolls right off the tongue, doesn't it? I should mention that there are some rather unique andhilarious unfortunate phobias out there, like Cenophobia - the fear of ideas. That particular phobia would be a horrible thing for a creative person. "Ahhhhh... I just had an idea! Make it go away! Oh no! There's another one! They're chasing me!"
You can See A List Of Phobias Here.
OK - so getting back on my train of thought before it leaves the station... I suppose a St. Patrick's Day parade might not be the best event to take a person with Aulancraphobia. The Skink panicked when this first group came by:
The panic subsided as soon as they passed. She and Iraq loved seeing the Wright Kids - the local group who made it on to the television show America's Got Talent last season.
And we all thought the Roller-Derby team was fun! No... I'm not considering joining the team. Those ladies could eat me for lunch!
Throughout the parade, I had the best view of all:
Right up until it turned into a wild, flailing creature at the sight of the next group of bagpipes! Aulancraphobia!
Then the evil Scottish torture devices were gone and the Dalmatians replaced them. Apparently the barking was way easier to take than the elongated honky-whining of the bagpipes.
The really loud motorcycles didn't phase The Skink a bit!
And then we could see Broadway's group approaching!
And then we saw Broadway! He's the second from the left in this picture:
The girls waved and yelled - behavior sure to make any almost-16-year-old blush, but like any good military man, he didn't flinch or even look at us.
The Corvette Club had their cars gleaming in the sunlight. I like Corvettes... it would just be hard to fit a family of 5 into one. Oh well... maybe when I'm older (and so are my kids).
After the parade it was time for lunch. Strangely, Iraq who hasn't taken a nap in years fell asleep on the couch after taking only a bite or two of her lunch. When she woke up later, she said her ear was still hurting.
Though we had planned on taking her to the doctor on Sunday (yes - are pediatricians have weekend hours for sick kids) I was worried we weren't going to make it through the night. I remember having ear infections as a child. I remember the horrible pain... and the idea of going to be only to be awakened by a child crying in pain at 2:00 a.m. sends shivers down my spine. (My own mild case of Odynephobia - fear of pain.)
At about 5:30 in the evening I put Iraq into the car (no - she still didn't want to go. Iatrophobia - fear of doctors and Aichmophobia - fear of needles) but told her we could get a treat afterward if she came with me. Good thing we went to the ER. Turns out poor Iraq had such a bad ear infection her ear drum ruptured. Just a small hole, but still... eeewwwww!
No - I didn't take any pictures of our hospital adventure. It may have been the first time Iraq was NOT in the mood to have pictures taken. We left with a prescription for some bubble-gum flavored medicine and a strict warning from the doctor that if Iraq refused to take her medicine, she would have to be brought back in to confront her Aichmophobia head-on.
So - I think we've had enough adventures for one weekend and today I'm staying at home with my girls while the boys enjoy an electronics expo at the Civic Center. Yay. I just hope they don't get carried away... I have Peniaphobia... the fear of being poor (following an electronics expo).
With that, I'm wishing you all a great weekend, and hopping you never develop a case of Geliophobia - the fear of laughing. Truly, that might be the most devastating of all phobias (in my humble opinion).
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Yesterday could not have been more beautiful. The temperature was in the upper 60's and there was not a cloud in the sky. The only negative was that Iraq has awakened in the morning with an ear ache. We initially planned on having daddy take her to the doctor while I took The Skink to the parade, but Iraq was adamant that she did NOT want to go to the doctor and that her ear was fine. After much cajoling, we managed to get some Tylenol in to her. As with many children in the autism spectrum, Iraq is very limited in the things she will swallow. Often getting her to take medication can involve both parents and
We parked a block away from the parade rout and found a nice spot to watch from. The Skink had a lovely time running around in an empty parking lot prior to the start of the parade.
For some unknown reason, The Skink has an irrational fear of bagpipes. Now, I've looked it up, and there is no dedicated term for a fear of bagpipes. The closest things I can find are Ancraophobia - the fear of wind and Aulophobia - the fear of flutes. So we'll just have to come up with our own hybrid and call it Aulancraphobia. Rolls right off the tongue, doesn't it? I should mention that there are some rather unique and
You can See A List Of Phobias Here.
OK - so getting back on my train of thought before it leaves the station... I suppose a St. Patrick's Day parade might not be the best event to take a person with Aulancraphobia. The Skink panicked when this first group came by:
The panic subsided as soon as they passed. She and Iraq loved seeing the Wright Kids - the local group who made it on to the television show America's Got Talent last season.
And we all thought the Roller-Derby team was fun! No... I'm not considering joining the team. Those ladies could eat me for lunch!
Throughout the parade, I had the best view of all:
Right up until it turned into a wild, flailing creature at the sight of the next group of bagpipes! Aulancraphobia!
Then the evil Scottish torture devices were gone and the Dalmatians replaced them. Apparently the barking was way easier to take than the elongated honky-whining of the bagpipes.
The really loud motorcycles didn't phase The Skink a bit!
And then we could see Broadway's group approaching!
And then we saw Broadway! He's the second from the left in this picture:
The girls waved and yelled - behavior sure to make any almost-16-year-old blush, but like any good military man, he didn't flinch or even look at us.
The Corvette Club had their cars gleaming in the sunlight. I like Corvettes... it would just be hard to fit a family of 5 into one. Oh well... maybe when I'm older (and so are my kids).
After the parade it was time for lunch. Strangely, Iraq who hasn't taken a nap in years fell asleep on the couch after taking only a bite or two of her lunch. When she woke up later, she said her ear was still hurting.
Though we had planned on taking her to the doctor on Sunday (yes - are pediatricians have weekend hours for sick kids) I was worried we weren't going to make it through the night. I remember having ear infections as a child. I remember the horrible pain... and the idea of going to be only to be awakened by a child crying in pain at 2:00 a.m. sends shivers down my spine. (My own mild case of Odynephobia - fear of pain.)
At about 5:30 in the evening I put Iraq into the car (no - she still didn't want to go. Iatrophobia - fear of doctors and Aichmophobia - fear of needles) but told her we could get a treat afterward if she came with me. Good thing we went to the ER. Turns out poor Iraq had such a bad ear infection her ear drum ruptured. Just a small hole, but still... eeewwwww!
No - I didn't take any pictures of our hospital adventure. It may have been the first time Iraq was NOT in the mood to have pictures taken. We left with a prescription for some bubble-gum flavored medicine and a strict warning from the doctor that if Iraq refused to take her medicine, she would have to be brought back in to confront her Aichmophobia head-on.
So - I think we've had enough adventures for one weekend and today I'm staying at home with my girls while the boys enjoy an electronics expo at the Civic Center. Yay. I just hope they don't get carried away... I have Peniaphobia... the fear of being poor (following an electronics expo).
With that, I'm wishing you all a great weekend, and hopping you never develop a case of Geliophobia - the fear of laughing. Truly, that might be the most devastating of all phobias (in my humble opinion).
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