Showing posts with label Eamon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Eamon. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

When You've Had A Good Season

Things around the Burke household have been...GREAT.

The girls are growing so close every day. Norah is so adventurous and bright. Lily is so dramatic and loving.
I feel like God's given me all the things I've asked for.
Amazing friends who are close, wise, funny, Godly.
A house that suits all of our needs. We eat out on the porch at least once a day and have friends over to grill...JUST BECAUSE?! Who does that?! ;]
God led us to a church that believes in spiritual gifts and is disciplining their congregation to learn them, humbly practice them, and grow closer to God through them.
My photography schedule has been appropriately busy, despite how many inquiries I never hear back from and yell at God 'WHY DO YOU CURSE ME SO!?" I'll be sharing some big, exciting, amazing, holy sh- is this really happening/it's about time I'm workin meh ACE off over here news with you all about that soon.

aaaand...best of all...

A huge, gigantic, fantastic prayer has been answered.
Eamon had his first day of exclusive self employment today.
Yep. He's done with the kitchen job and doing what God has been perfecting him to do for the past two years. I'm so proud of him. So. Stinking. Proud. Of. Him.
Life is going to change so much with having us both work at home, but we are ready.

I feel like as I'm writing this, there's so much to say. So much that my God has done that I just want to brag about. He is extravagant!! I feel like I "owe it" to my readers to let you know about all the little details and happenings, but things are just good, friends. So good. And it kinda makes me nervous. Life happens in seasons. So what's next? A lull? A chatastrophe? I couldn't tell you.

We will just continue to soak this all up and love all the moments. In the meantime, take a gander at these two sleeping babes. These will most definitely be hanging in the girls room soon ;]



Happy Tuesday friends!


Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Ass Burgers: An Interview With The Sexiest Aspie I Know

Remember last year when I was all "SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH MY CHILD!!!" and y'all were all "...over-reacting, much?" and I was all "Maybe." Well I also said something that slipped past a few of you, but grabbed others attention.

My husband has A.S. (Asperger's Syndrome, those who have it are affectionately known as "Aspies")

Yes, the crazy genius nerdy children that are constantly in the medical/psychological spotlight recently, actually grow up to be real life human being adults. I know, weird. In fact, some of them are tricky enough to snag hot young thang's, (not unlike myself) wed them, and even procreate. Your mind is blown right now, no?



Well, it's Austism Awarness Month, if you haven't heard (and how couldn't have you?  1 in 88 American children are diagnosed with some disease/disorder/syndrome on the Austism Spectrum) and I'm doing my part by giving you some insight to what the marriage of an Aspie and a me looks like :]

A few months ago I really needed advice about how to get Norah to sleep through the night. She really needed and was ready to be night weaned, I was ready, Lily was ready, our neighbors were ready, shoot, my friends were ready if it got me to shut up about it. But there was one thing I couldn't really discuss with people- Eamon's help. I know how to night wean, I've heard everyone who's been successful with it tell their tale of "Daddy take the night feeding/rocking" and have just smiled and nodded. Why? Because that can't happen in our family. No, my husband isn't a complete a-hole who doesn't want me to get to sleep, but trying to explain to people that when Eamon hears Norah scream 'HOLY GLUTEN FREE CRACKERS, I'M DYING, I NEED BOOBS NOW!!!" at 2-4 in the morning, it causes a very, very different reaction in him than most of their husbands. And the few times I've said "Well, Eamon can't really do that" I've recieved the one eyebrow raised "Ooh...well...good luck (and tell your lazy ass husband to suck it up)" look. It's so cute. Not. And it got to me! So I attempted to make my "lazy ass husband" suffer through a few nights of crying, which caused hallucinations, night terrors, and a general shit week at work due to a fried sympathetic nervous system. Such a good wife, I am. All of this because this has kinda been...a secret. We don't really talk about it. Once you throw something like this out there, all of a sudden I'm "the one who's husband has Asperger's." Sure, I've wanted to pull it out on random d.i.c-youknowwhat's who try to tell my husband facts about knives or cooking like they're so awesome, "Dude, he has Asperger's, you really think he's gonna be wrong about this?!" or when trying to tell other ladies in idle chit chat "No, I mean, really, he doesn't actually HAVE empathy..." it's been the kinda huge pressure on my life. I hate secrets. [If you plan on telling me you're pregnant, you've got six weeks, TOPS to tell every other person I know] 

So finally I brought this "burden" to Eamon. I had spent a night of research "Aspie Marriages" on google, and our outcome looked grim. All those hoes divorced their husbands because they couldn't deal with the differences and didn't make an effort to work towards their communication difficulties. I was pretty freaked out. Through this conversation, I now...have permission, that sounds weird...to talk more openly about how this little Syndrome effects our family.



Question 1:
Eamon Ferris Burke, husband of mine, what is Asperger's Syndrome and how big of a role does it play in your life?

-- "While there are clinical definitions constantly being refined and re-defined, they are primarily diagnostically focused, and aren't much help to the public--it's like telling someone your brother has Down's Syndrome, which means he has an extra chromosome(really helps, huh?).  I would say that it means I am wired radically differently. There are a multitude of factors, which are listed on Wikipedia, the vast majority I experience.  The majority of listed factors are socially related, because most psychologists are not Neuro-Typical, and NT people are very socially oriented.  It's literally like I was born on another planet and sent here in a basket.  I will probably spend a lot of time thinking on it and figure out what it is that ties it all together.  If I were to explain the differences and how my life is different, I'd have to write a 400 page book.

Allow me to be coarse and potentially offensive.  It's the only way I'll ever get to be honest with you.

Aspies are the eccentric geniuses.  Mad scientist types.  The guy who knows every dang thing but how to make friends.  AS people have been part of history, playing such roles as Isaac Newton, Ludwig Beethoven, Thomas Jefferson, Bill Gates, Alfred Hitchcock, Andy Worhol, Bob Dylan, John Nash, Nikola Tesla, and many many others.  There was a woman who said "What would the world be without Autism?  A bunch of people, standing around in caves, talking about their social lives."

I have not been so derailed by a secular revelation as when I found out about AS.  I felt like someone had stolen my identity from me, and whittled me down to a condition.  A basket case, basically!  I got over that. But I wondered why I didn't end up screaming at store clerks or how I got a wife.  A few things played into that, but mostly is the following in order from least to most significant:
1. My father ran a very structured, rigorous household.  This is great for an Aspie--every parenting problem I've seen of people with Aspie kids is because they fundamentally are not able to be as rigid and disciplined as their children are wired to be.
2. I am able to learn things abnormally quickly, adapt, and compute situations quickly.  It is a minor and growing theory of mine that the folks that are known for being crippled by their AS are simply people whose mental capacity is not great enough to continuously crank the machine that is an Aspie mind.  Aspies sometimes grow to suffer from anxiety related disorders, hallucinations, depression, and mental breakdowns.  It is a horrendous amount of work just to function on a normal level as long as there are other people around.  I am blessed with an enormous amount of abstract thinking power and mental muscle.
3. I am not a product of my environment, and I am not a result of biology.  I am a cherished creation of the living God of the Universe, and He made me who I am today, because He saw fit."


Question 2:
So, you must have been vaccinated, fed a poor diet of candy and diet coke, or just a crack baby, that's how you "got" Asperger's, right? Can I get it? Can our kids get it? Is it an STD? If so, I'm screwed. (bu-duhm-psh!)

-- "Nope, my parents were too thoughtful and too poor to afford to pump us full of drugs and feed us factory food.  I have had a few shots of some sort or another when I was a boy, but not a baby or a teen.  We worked for our food, raised our own animals, fed ourselves well, and exercised regularly.  Vaccines causing Autism may seem like a huge problem, but if a vaccine gave me AS, I'm glad it did, I'm in good company. There is a genetic correlation for AS, but since it's mechanism is basically unknown it's cause is unknown as well.  People have had AS for a looooooooong time and it's potentially a critical part of the human race and it's development and management.

Face it, you are reading this in a language maintained for hundreds of years out of thousands of years of cultural formation, projected as a full color illusion on Light Emitting Diodes in a product made out of parts built by robots in every continent, that circulates information from nowhere to nowhere in a series of languages created in the last 30 years, through a network of invisible ideas carried through cables, radio signals and fiber optics, produced by machines that ultimately can only sort positive charge from negative charges, powered by holes in your wall that connect you to a nation-wide web of recently-harnessed energy that is produced by sucking it out of the earth through controlled nuclear activity.

You need us."


Question 3:
Tell me honestly, how have I been handling it? (Please don't point out that I still haven't read any of the books that you told me to...It's taken me 4 months to read Bossypants...)

--"Ok, honesty.

You've done the best I can expect you to do.  You care, you are trying, and you are doing everything you can think of.  None of that is stuff I would ask that you do(care, try, think about it yourself), but it is what makes you, you.

The best thing you can do for an Aspie is to want them around, like them.  One of the foundational aspects of life is that it is meant to be shared, and people, even those that like me, do not seem to prefer my company.  It's not that I feel excluded, but I know I am not considered for many things--and just being considered by you is a big deal for me.  The fact is, I don't want another thing to deal with in public, so I asked you not to tell anyone about this.  But when I saw it was causing you so much trouble to not be able to share and talk about it, I figured I'd give up that thing and deal with it for you, as a gift to you.  I want your life to be as good as it possibly can."

Question 4:
On a scale of 1-10, 1 being the lowest, 10 being the highest, how good am I in the sack? I MEAN....
How do you think your syndrome has effected our marriage? Has understanding it more helped or hurt it in any way?

--"1 and 10.  It's helped and hurt.  For example, I won't tolerate a fight to end without resolution.  That is not always a good thing, but it means we have nothing festering.

The thing is, with a group of friends, I can be the odd man out.  With a musical accompanist, one can be better than the other.  But in a marriage, a Godly marriage, we are two human beings, and our challenge is to bridge a near infinite gap--the gap between you and me.  Between an aspie and an NT person, or a jock and a secretary, or an Atheist and  Muslim, a marriage will never be closer or farther than just shy of infinite. If I am the weird one for thinking a car looks funny, then between you and me, you are just as weird for thinking it doesn't!  It's just you and me, and the worst that can happen is for either of us to start blaming the distance between us as human beings as being caused by some crippling disability and resign ourselves to a lesser knowing.

The people whose blogs you read that got divorced from their Aspie husbands fell victim to the same lies as everyone else--that they deserved better, that they were too different, that there would be someone more naturally compatible, that their problems had no solutions."


Question 5:
Personally, what have been challenges you've faced as an Aspie?

--"Getting out of bed in the morning.

No seriously.  It's non-stop.  The biggest thing to get used to once I found out what Asperger's really is, was getting through my day without hearing the narration of a syndrome in the back of my mind.  It affects everything I do all day, all night, all the time.  It makes everything hard, except for things I am apt at--and those things either I feel to pride or satisfaction in(like reading a book quickly), or are totally unimpressive to others.

Biggest challenge is friendship.

This makes me realize that the true biggest challenge, and the reason I have almost no friends at all, is because I cannot ever let out what is inside me without offending people or gambling on how they will take it.  I have to carefully translate every word and sound that leaves my body, and I am playing with fire any time I open my mouth.  What I want in a friend is someone who lets me be me, and still wants me around."


Question 6:
Everyone has this picture of Aspies, one of them being that pederass from Boston Legal?! WTH is that about?! Usually, some brown curly headed kid with blue eyes that's super smart and kinda rude (Insert Max from Parenthood), what, if anything, do you want or not want associated with A.S.? What do you think that more people should know?

--"It is very annoying to me that every time I try to find anything about AS, it is all for children.  Go ahead, Google "Aspergers crying babies" and see if you can find anyone writing anything about what it does to an Aspie to be in a room with a shrieking banshee of an infant.  Nope, it's all mothers terrified their baby is crying because he's got a brain problem.  Aspies and Autistic people are portrayed as being bleary eyed savants or massive a-holes on television.  The truth is, the internal image of an Aspie is more like Sherlock Holmes or Gregory House than Rain Man or Max Braverman(all autistic-spectrum characters).

The main thing that people should know is that Aspies are specialists, and LOVE helping people.  We can talk all day, learn all day, and share things and innovate...if only given the chance.  If there was a building set up just with booths of Aspies, categorized by topic, and you'd bring them problems to solve, you probably wouldn't even need to pay them."



One, how awesome is my husband? Pretty amazing, amiright? (Ladies, he really is THAT selfless for me, how'd I get so lucky?)
Two, when I gave this to him to read he said "You made so many grammatical errors in this post..." before he said anything else about the actual post, to which I said "...then fix it." BADOW!

Do YOU have any questions? Do you have a kiddo who has A.S. or any other ASD who you are worried might not find "the one"? Shoot, both my girls check out fine (PEE ESS, vitamin D deficiency is linked with speech development delay, which Lily had, and Norah has a severe deficiency in, BOO YA!) and I still worry about that sorta thing. Or did you just know all along and didn't wanna be all "Yo, Mae...there's something weird about your husband, and it's so attractive," don't worry, I understand your hesitation to bring that sort of news to me. I hope you learned a little bit about what Asperger's (not ass burgers) is and isn't :]

Happy Wednesday,
Mae

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Birthday's with Eamon

I've celebrated my birthday with Eamon since I was 16 years old. Six. Teen.

16- Had a bowling alley costume party. Eamon and his band mates showed up and we both swear my parents were going to kill him. Most awkward birthday ever, lol
17- I had 3 parties that year! My family threw me a small one, the ladies at the title office that Eamon, all his friends, and I worked at threw me one, and Eamon threw me a surprise one at our friend Daniel's house. It was awesome.
18 - I was on my first plane ride to Thailand! I spent the majority of it on a plane...longest birthday ever considering it lasted like TWO days because of the hemisphere change, lol. I cried for like 5 minutes and wouldn't walk on the pea shooter of a plane that flew from Corpus to Dallas.


19- well...we just got married two weeks earlier, so we SHOULD have been doing something else, but a friend was in labor, so we watched her friend's little boy that night. We got to play parents for a night and it made me want kids SOOOO badly!
20- I was miserable, lol! I was almost a week overdue with Lily and in false labor.
21- we took that little almost one year old out to our local sushi bar for karaoke :]

Today we are takin it easy and I think I'm going to be taking Lily's two year pictures, yay! We're having a dinner party next week that I'm super excited about though!


Happy [birthday] Wednesday!
Mae

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Our Love Story

Three years ago today, I dropped my last name [was pretty excited to not have to deal with people asking "How do you spell that? Czarnecki?"] and became Maegan Annette Burke :]

When I was a Sophomore in high school, our super cool Senior friend, Daniel, brought one of his friends, Eamon, to our lunch table. He was pretty quiet, but when someone spilled their water bottle he said "Oh. My water broke." It was the funniest thing to 6 high school boy crazy girls, but particularly me ;] [and how funny is it that his ice-breaker joke was about BIRTH?! I should have known then...]

Eamon was a library aid during my fourth period Criminal Justice class. I was a band/choir kid and had no interest at all in being in the class, and my teacher was kind enough to see that. He wrote me a library pass to go "work on other school work" and gave me an A in the class as long as I took the test. That's where we met. That's where we fell in love.

I was a very troubled young lady when we met. In fact, one of the first ways he let me know how he felt said "a beautiful girl like you doesn't need to be doing that [cutting, BARF] to herself." I was VERY awkward, ya'll...VERY. But he thought I was beautiful. He saw something in me no one else did. On September 8th, 2004 we went on his first date, to Equal Eyes in Corpus Christi, Tx, for his band's first show. That's also when I got my first kiss.

Eamon was always patient, kind, encouraging, everything a 16 year old boy is clueless about. About a year into our relationship, my dirty, ugly lie of a life crashed in on me. Before I was saved, I was a liar. The worst kind. It got to where I didn't really know if I was lying because all of my lies were so elaborate, so deeply rooted, I didn't really know how to separate them all. When the truth came out, it nearly killed me. All of my lies had been exposed, I didn't know who I was, neither did Eamon. But he stuck by me. If everything I told him had been a lie and he still loved me, he wanted to know who I really was. So we stayed together.


He waited around in po-dunk Rockport for me to graduate. I remember my dad being upset that we had been together this long, he said "Unless you're gonna marry this boy, you need to move on! It's not good to stay with one person for so long!" I probably rolled my eyes or something and he said "WHAT?! You think you're gonna marry him!?" I said "probably" and the usual fight over how rebellious and naive I was began for the night :]

We left the country for the first time together after I graduated on a mission trip to Thailand. I turned 18 on the plane ride over. While we gawked at the beauty of the country, and shuddered over it's poverty, all I could think about is "I want to work here with him as my husband." When we visited the orphanages of the little girls [under 7 years old, mostly] who'd been taken out of sex slavery, all I could think about is adopting one or twenty with Eamon. I was sold. I knew he was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Now I just had to wait.

When we got back, Eamon moved to Austin because it was the closest place to Kerrville [where I would be going to school] that he could get a job and had friends. We did the long distance thing. It was awful. I was working at the most stressful job I'd ever [to this day] had, was out of my element, had great friends, but was missing my best friend. I visited Austin as much as I could. The days we spent there were precious. We'd save up our money and go on super fun dates while he showed me the city.





During this time, I found out about Intentional Gatherings and decided I was moving to "Dallas" [yes, small town me thought that East Lancaster and Dallas were the same thing] So without hesitation, Eamon moved up here with the only friends we had. I went to check out IG's community home to see if it was a suitable fit and to visit Eamon during Spring Break.

On Good Friday, 2008, Eamon walked from Arlington to Ft Worth in the middle of the night. He called me at 3 in the morning and told me to walk outside. I found him there, shaking from adrenaline, and asked if he was crazy. He started telling me about what he had been talking to God about, but all I could think was "I'm in my pj's...How'd he get here?!...I bet my breath stinks real bad...wait, why is he here?!" Then he reached in his pocket, got down on one shaky knee, and asked me to marry him. Without hesitation, I said yes.



We planned our wedding for the first day of summer. We had always talked about a fall wedding, but we just couldn't wait :]







We got married in Rockport, but drove ALL the way back to Arlington that night. We followed the most beautiful thunderstorm I've ever seen the whole way there and got pulled over for speeding. When the police officer saw Eamon in his white tuxedo, he let us go to "have a good night."

When I am 31, I'll have been with Eamon longer than I've been without him. I love him dearly, like I've never loved anyone before, and can't imagine loving anyone the same again. His passion to grow and push me in any way that God has him is inspiring. His unending love for his girls puts a lump in my throat. Even though some days are hard...really, really hard, I pray that God gives us the rest of our days together.


What's your love story? I'd love to hear it!
Mae

You can read last year's anniversary post here :]

Monday, June 20, 2011

Our Weekend in Pictures: Summer

Ever since I was little I've wanted to be the type of mom who would just throw there kids in the car and go do something amazingly fun with them. Friday night, I got to do that. We heard that The Polyphonic Spree was throwing a FREE concert in Dallas. I sorta freaked out [I've always wanted to see them] and insisted that we go. Eamon doesn't handle spontaneity well [well....neither do I, lol] so this was a little much. But since Father's Day is Sunday, our anniversary's Tuesday, and my birthday's in a few weeks...I just couldn't pass it up! I mean, IT'S FREE!
 It was 8. I just got Lily out of the bath and into her pjs. The concert started at 9 [an hour after Lily's bedtime]. We drove over there in 30 mins [there was ZERO traffic] popped the girls and there carriers, and were by far the coolest parents I know ;]



The best picture of Eamon and Lily I could get. I've never shot at night with this camera before...so it was interesting to say the least, lol.




*Melt* Eamon and Lily after the show, waiting for the train to go by...


Norah slept the entire time.


We left at about 10:45 and as soon as Lily got in her carseat, she passed out! She was a little embarrassed to dance in front of everyone, but as soon as she got going, she literally stole the show. No one around us was watching the stage, just our little dancing fool. Love her. Norah however, woke as soon as we got in the car and giggled and coo'd the entire way home. It was a pretty amazing night.

I had a couple of shoots this weekend, so Saturday we took it easy, but Sunday was even easier. Lily and I chilled at the pool since it was overcast/sprinkling and no one else was out.
[I only edited one of these, I just liked them how they were SOOC]

This pic makes me wanna cut Lily's hair really short...she has the head for it ;]


Dollar store bubbles. Best dollar I ever spent.


While we were waiting for the weather to clear up a little bit, Lily's floatie blew into the pool. Can you tell how concerned she is?


"pool...PLEASE?!"


"No, we have to wait for it to stop raining."
*pout*



Ok, ok, ok...You can't really tell. But this is the funniest thing-EVER. Lily blows on her food. She watched me blow the bubbles too. So she picks up the wand, gets it nice and soapy...and starts spitting like the tazmainian devil!!! I don't know where she got this, or why she won't do it right, but I laughed so hard I couldn't breath!







"Baby, I think it's time to come in..."


*Face Palm* "No inside!!! Poooooooool!"
Drama queen.


And for lunch today, Father's Day, I made the best dang sandwiches I've ever had in my life.

Monday, June 13, 2011

Our Weekend in Pictures

First of all, this little [gigantic] guy staked out our apartment for like a week...He both delighted and terrorized Lily. It was hilarious.



Thursday we went to "Ziza's" Grandma's to go swimmin with baby friends and mama friends.


Norah just chilled nearby...suckin her fingers :]


And these two babes just chilled like they're SO cool 




Friday morning I got to hang with this hunk



 That afternoon we went to North Euless Main. Food Network says it's the best BBQ in Texas.
 I'd like to think this is how Lily would look circa 1983 ;]



My first rib in 8 years. Damn, it was good. I ate 4.
[Also, about 5 mins after this I gave my card to THE MOST gorgeous pregnant woman ever. Looking like this. So professional.]

 We even let Lily eat some icecream.

Saturday, Norah and I rep'd my photography at the Fort Worth Parenting Extravaganza. It was pretty amazing!

Sunday Eamon made us sushi :] Yesssssss....







Hope you all had a safe, fun start to your summer!
Mae