Somewhere.

He fell asleep here.  On his window sill.

Watching the "older boys" play.  They aren't all older.

Shirt backwards and inside out.

He was playing with his pirate ship, perhaps dreaming of being somewhere else.  Somewhere where every one understands.

He never complains.  Never says anything about the running and screaming and giggles from the "older boys" playing in the cul-de-sac.

The cul-de-sac is a dangerous place for Max.  Mom isn't out there.  Mom is home.  And the world can be a scary place.

He plays with his toys.  And he watches the boys.  His day will come.

He's going to show them.

He is amazing.

Continue We Shall.

I will begin blogging here and we will ignore that fact that I have not blogged in a year.

Continue we shall.

Had a girl day today.

We went to the library and Michaels and then a little-person-party.  Do you know what happens to a little girl when you take her out into the big world without the six ridiculously loud boys she is around nearly 24 hours a day?  She gets all whispery and weird and... shy.  "Mom, I think I will be shy today," she said.  We had a great time.  I was not dressed in yoga pants.  Actually sported some mascara and looked like a regular person.  I always feel like a big liar out in public when I have only one kid with me.  As if people would never believe the chaos in which I live.  I am awkward.  I am okay with that.

While on the subject of the girl, I have found this all over the dang house for the last few days:

It is as if a band of short phonics lovin' thugs have come through my home and tagged every writing surface they could find.  Lola began Saxon Phonics just a week ago and around lesson 10 discovered "L-O-G spells log" and can hardly contain herself.  She is eating learnin' stuff faster than I can feed it to her.  It's good.  Awesome.  And tiring.  This word has been on any and every medium she could get her hands on.  It's exciting.  I had really questioned where to start her in the world of school.  I mean, if a kid begs you everyday for school books so she can do school too, you do it, right?  This kid has been eating up Before Five In A Row and Saxon and was upset that today is Saturday.  (Teach needs a break.  Calm it down, Lady.)

Little People School has gone so well that Biggers got in on most of the action.  Lord forbid anything just a hair more interesting than math happen in this house.  Can you say... distracted??

Also, behold this child:

Adorable, right?

Here's a cute one:

I don't know if I'm allowed to call him "cute" however.  He is fourteen and lawdy, thou shalt not embarrass him.

Here's a few:

Also, this one:

That is a small child using my white board markers on every page of his coloring book.  I politely said, "please do not use my white board markers on your coloring book."  And yet, here we are.  There comes a time in your Autism parent life when you think, "White board marker:  $1.00.  Peace in house:  invaluable."

Have you had enough?  I will close now and watch my kid use every ounce of life my marker has left... but the house is quiet.

Five For Friday

'scu me if I offend, but... Dr. Who...?

I don't get it.

I don't need it.

My family is totally into it.  Like, right now in fact.

Moving on.

Wanna Five For Friday??  Here we go!

1.  My newly purchased homeschool books are usually in danger once a day when a small child asks me something totally off the wall and I damn near spit my coffee all over them.  It does happen often and I realize this is just the nature of having kids.  Today's handwriting lessons took me to a crazy place when out of nowhere Cooper announces, "You know, I know there is no Santa Claus."  Random.  I'm sick of dealing with the big fat man in the red suit who gets all the credit for Christmas when The Hubs and I are the ones scrounging to find just a bit of fluff in our budget to get even the smallest things.  (We hardly dealt with the guy last Christmas and followed a whole new plan... mayhaps I will tell you about it someday.)  Anyhoo... I looked the wee man in the eye and simply said, "Whatever you think you think, keep it to yourself and don't ruin the magic for everyone because that's what it all really is... magic."  He seemed to accept it.  He then proceeded to ask me the meaning of life... which is where I almost spit out my coffee.  I gave him some catechism answers, some Mother Theresa-ish answers and told him it really is up to him what the meaning of his life is...  then I wiped my brow and drank more coffee.  Kids, man.

2.  I have been trying to get Finn to sleep in his stinking big boy bed.  And I ask the child, "Don't you want to sleep in a big boy bed?" and the turd is smart enough to say, "No.  I a baby."  Smart as a whip, I tell ya.

Yesterday, in fact after chasing him every five minutes back into his little bed, he just nonchalantly came wandering back in to the kitchen... wearing a pink tutu... and wielding a small pink teapot.  "You want some, Mama?"  What do you do with that??  The clock told me to shrug my shoulders and say, "I suppose" and add some fake "nom nom nom"s.

3.  Went and met with Max's teacher today.  I said in much nicer words, "How the hell do I get this kid to settle the hell down and stop with all the violent aggressive shit!??"  I will probably dive much deeper into it later, as you people have made it loud and clear that YOU ARE ON THE AUTISM BANDWAGON.  If I have learned anything in the last seven months it is that once you are on this train, it is hard to find GOOD SOLID information that pertains to YOUR child.  I will start sharing our journey a lot more because it is relevant and you guys have told me you want to hear it.  Maybe something will slip right out of my babbling face and touch you in some way.  ... good touch, not bad touch...

4.  I was sick this week.  I FREAKING HATE BEING SICK.  What a damn hassle.  The snots, no less.  Makes me feel like I am somehow drowning inside my own body.  I can get some wicked claustrophobia, but that has to be the weirdest.

5.   I take some HUMONGOUS comfort in the fact that summer is now unofficially over.  Thank you Labor Day for reminding me that long sleeve t-shirts and pumpkin flavored everything will soon be on their way.  No more stressing over making sure we get out and do EVERY SINGLE DANG THING you are expected to do over summer... picnics, fireworks, outdoor movies.  It was nice, but I am done.  Bring on the chill.

                               

ciao, ya'll.   Dr. Who will be over in a sec, then once again, chaos shall ensue.