I'm still here!Can you see the tiny hand sticking up out of the paper? C'est moi! (That's me.)We're getting the edges of what was hurricane Noel today.
The new autism blogsite I'm designing is coming along nicely. Guess what! When it's complete, if you like what you see, you can ADVERTISE on it! Swear to God. Just like Perez Hilton except without the crotch shots and a drunken Britney Spears every other day and the owner with pink hair. We do both share a penchant for men though. (I guess that would be a singular "man" for me being married an all.) I'll post the news next week when we're up. If you want to advertise to the autism world, we're your ticket to riches beyond your wild dreams! (All claims are slightly smaller than they appear.)
How was your Halloween? OK here. We're on a busy street. Doorbell rang twice. One was a carful of kids from Bridgeport. Can you imagine driving with your Mom for candy? Half the fun was walking the neighborhood in the dark and pulling pranks. Not around here. Too busy. I brought a note over to the 55+ condos next door on the 29th asking if Gianna could Trick or Treat at 7pm. I even gave them the candy. So she got to knock on a few doors.
How do you explain to a child with autism that on ONE night of the year you knock on a door but you do NOT enter the house? Get back to me on that one, won't you?
Off for a pizza splurge at Frank Pepe's. Enzymes packed? Yes. GFCF dinner packed for Bella? Check. Pizza cutter packed so I can cut the pizza into tiny pieces for Mia? Check. Ordering a Moretti Italian beer? Check. Check. Check.
7 comments:
You're a tireless mom. A good mom.
Thank you.
Hi Kim
As you mentioned, my little guy doesn't get the concept of NOT actually entering peoples homes when they open the door. Last year he actually managed to run into a couple of houses, and I had to push past the owners to catch him and drag him out(picture screeching laughing elf chased by his shouting NOT laughing mom dressed as Snow White). Yes, our family likes to make a lasting impression. This year his costume was hard to run in (gave me the "speed" advantage), and I kept a tighter grip, avoiding the possibility of being charged with "treating and entering"!
"Hard to run in..." An excellent criteria to consider next year! We'll have to add "Halloween costumes that are hard to run in" for the "You know you have a child with autism when" list won't we? Just part of the joy of autism. I've developed a brittle thick shell to let the embarrassing moments bounce off. Screw the world. These are my kids. Like it or lump it. I, they, we are doing the best we can. And I'm proud of my kids for mastering so much, even if it is in their own unique way.
We in our house do not agree with trick or treating. We do apple bobbing and parties but not knocking on doors.
We had a vampire princess and a spidery girl this year....
We were challenged by the "honor baskets". Jared (as a cheerful pirate) kept looking into the house as if to say "do you guys know you left this basket of candy out here?" The boys only went into one house, where a cocktail party was taking place, so I just figured they were being good New Orleanians.
Thomas (as Superman) was perplexed as we encountered Superwoman (who was carrying a little Batman and literally running around with the Joker - I'd like to be a fly on the wall in that household).
When we pull off something as simple as trick or treating, my heart bursts with pride. They said thank you without too many reminders, they were mindful of the street, and neither child suited up to go out the next night. Good times. Progress.
Hutton always tries to walk into the house. The better to check for ceiling fans. Yeah, that's fun. "Hutton, say 'Trick or Treat!' No, don't go in. I don't know if they have a ceiling fan. Say, `Trick or Treat!'" Good times! I ate the little good candy (read: chocolate) the boys received. I know I have a problem when I start eating Starburst and Laffy Taffy.
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