• I Have a Smell.

    This goofball is my heart outside of my chest. Her and my son are my everything. She is my little firecracker: my small, resourceful, highly empathetic and sensitive girl. So I was not surprised, nor offended, when she said this little gem the other day: “Mom. Your skin has a smell. Actually, everyone’s skin has a smell. Not their armpits, but the whole thing. I sometimes choose friends based on that subtle* smell, cuz if I don’t like their smell, it is hard to be around them. It is a lot stronger in the morning than in the afternoon. And…

  • Raising a Highly Sensitive Child.

    Today was tiring. Hunter has an ear infection and his fever fluctuated between 101-103F today. He puked at 3am and again 3 times during the day. I set him up with shows on a laptop upstairs and a bottle of coconut water. He sat quietly and watched, saying it hurt too much to lay down and that was what was causing him to throw up. Smart. So he sat up, surrounded by pillows. I came to check on him every 30 minutes. The kid I babysit was in the basement, also set up with shows since he also seemed low…