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Oma’s Matzo Ball Soup!

9 Nov

P.S. on the Matzo thing…(my apologies for my wacky punctuation and grammar… I’m hiding right now. I don’t know why I can’t hide and use proper grammar, but that’s my story and I’m sticking to it….)

 

Here, have a picture that has maybe just a wee bit to do with the rest of this post… It’s Alex (a very little Alex as I was holding him up while this picture was being taken and I haven’t been able to do that for a long long long time) and me at Oktoberfest here in Cape Coral at the German-American Social Club.  Only in the south would you find this wooden picture thing with the cleavage this covered up!  The hat is Alex’s.  It’s his first traditional German wool hat.  We try to add a pin to it every year, but we did not go to Oktoberfest this year due to scheduling and me being so damn sick.  I did find a little charm that says “Kunzelsau” which is where my grandparents lived and where I used to visit them when they were alive.  I found it on ebay and I have it in my pile of stuff to fix and make… I’m going to modify it into a small pin for his hat.  He does need a bigger hat now, but as it’s so hot here, I think we’ll just keep decorating the one he’s had since he was 2….

 

The recipe I started out with was this one:  Oma’s Fabulous Matzo Ball Soup.  I chose this one because I had nearly all of the ingredients and the “Oma” in the title gave me the warm fuzzies.  My mom is from Germany and Alex calls her “Oma” (my dad is Popi pronounced “pop E”… My mom claims she never spelled it this way.  Every time we see them we have the “Pope I” or “Pope Eye” discussion. Every. Single. Time.  I called my dad’s dad “Popi” when I was growing up and it is spelled “Popi” in the funny little captions my mom put in all of my baby albums.)… I called her parents “Oma and Opa” and my dad’s dad (my grandmother died the year before I was born) “Popi”.  So anyway.  The word Oma gives me warm fuzzies and makes me remember some of the foods my Oma made for me during summer visits to her house on the Kocher river in Kunzelsau, Germany.  She never made Matzo ball soup.  But she did make tasty treats like Pflaum kuchen served with Kartofle Suppe (potato soup)… Please don’t mind my spelling… I’m blogging in secret right now as if kiddo discovers I’m out of the shower I’m going to be his captive video game audience before I make him some dinner.    Oooh and she would make baked apples for my grandfather and a pitcher of cool vanilla sauce to drizzle over them.  She would give me a glass of the vanilla sauce to drink (it was like a thick but not frothy vanilla shake…and not too cold.. perfection)… Summer was one of the few times I was allowed to have such sweets and treats…. Ok… I’ll post how I modified the recipe in a little bit…  I’m also baking a cake tonight as a surprise for a belated 70th birthday for my dad, 8th birthday for Alex, and 36th birthday for me.  We haven’t been together as a family, with me feeling up to baking anything, in the past few months, so I figured that I’d make a baked cake inspired by icebox cake (Dad’s favorite)…  Ok. Off and running!

 

xo

Bek

Difficult Day…

14 Oct

Love Oma…

Originally uploaded by CleverGirlBek

Had the eval review with the county education folks…

Kiddo has significant impairment and they feel he needs to be in a classroom dedicated to special needs and social communication and fast.

They are suggesting a school that is at least 30 minutes away….That’s 2 hours of driving. 5 days a week. Full days.

They said he can start tomorrow if we can get the public school enrollment stuff together by then.

Finally the psychologist said “or we can work on a gradual transition”….

Lots of leg work to do…

Lots of information to understand…

Lots of lack of funds to keep him in his current school and beef up his therapies and total lack of support from the school district unless he is in the intensive setting.

Frick.

Called my dad to talk about something else and just kind of let it all out.

I mentioned something else about my mom and he mentioned that she has other things going on, since her mom died.

Yes. My Oma died, apparently, on Monday. No, it wasn’t unexpected. She has a major stroke a month ago and has been in a coma and receiving hospice care. She lived in Germany. When I was a kid we visited her and Opa every summer in their tiny little storybook town.
When Alex was born, my mother wouldn’t let me send pictures to Oma in the home, because Oma didn’t want pictures of the baby taking up space. Ouch. Have I mentioned the narcissistic control of information in our family?

Anyway. I’m sad. I’m overwhelmed. I’m having a really hard time functioning right now. Part of me wants to pour my wee bit of energy into my raw materials. But the rest of me just can’t move. It’s like when you overfill your cereal bowl as a kid and then put the spoon in to get a bite and…well, you get the picture. My head is at maximum capacity. I’m fixed on one spot. Eyes wide. Tears arriving at regular intervals.

I’m going to bed because my brain and my heart are just so overloaded with the events of today and we have decisions to make but so much conflicting information. And at the heart of it is this little boy who is just so sweet and loving and overly trusting and who sounds like a freaking genius but the reality is he cannot practically use language to communicate. He doesn’t converse. He announces. He may be on the ASD or have Aspergers (scored “highly probable” in both) but to have the specialist look at him we have to take what is a leap of faith for most parents, but we also know we can’t do that. We also know the nuances that make our kiddo unique and wonderful but also make him eligible for these services, also put him at risk for many of the ills of our school system, and of course, our district says our concerns are unfounded but apparently they *have* to say that or they just don’t read the freaking newspaper. Meanwhile, they follow the “hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil” theory that occasionally gets broadcasted by a frustrated and angry parent but then disappears from view before anyone can actually view it. Also, I just can’t block out the comments on most of the articles about autism and special needs and discipline in our great state of Florida. The overwhelming majority of comments are from people who think that autism, Asperger’s, and the like are nothing more than bad parents and spoiled kids. Some frustrated mom of a kid with autism said “if your kid had cancer, would you try parenting them into remission”….

Anyway.

On most days I am a mac.

Today, I feel like a PC.

And I really need to reboot….
xo
b

ps. the chest in the picture was made by my oma for my childhood dollhouse. I didn’t know she died yesterday. But out of nowhere Alex went to explore our shelves and my treasures, and picked this up…Then he picked up my little glass/mirrored cube with my Swarovski hedgehog/porcupine and birthday cake- gifts from Julie, (dearest friend and my birthmom,) Julie’s mom, my biological grandmother, died before Julie found me. She loved glass and funky jewelry. Alex was intrigued. I was reminded of how interesting life is and how it reconnects people and spirits in the strangest ways….

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