Tonight, Lily has been extra helpful. She stayed calm when it was time to turn off Minecraft. She ate all her dinner without fuss, and played happily with her little brother, with extra patience when he grabbed her hair.
There was much laughter, and happiness in this home.
When bedtime came round there was no whining, no battles. We went through the well rehearsed routines like absolute pros. Even Pixie settled quickly.
In fact, right now, while Mummy types, Phillip is fast asleep, and Lily...
Is not, of course. She sleeps so little. But she IS settled, calm and quiet. That is a rarity.
The reason?
Tomorrow is "The Disco".
Lily has been counting down to it since Ticket Day.
("one more sleep, Mummy. It oomowwow")
Yes, love. Bring on the noise, the heat, the crowds of dancing children... and watch my lass, the girl with sensory issues, and quirks, take it all in her stride.
Until the balloons appear of course.
Thursday, 27 March 2014
Tuesday, 25 March 2014
Lily
It was a bit silly of me to think, on starting this, that I would add to it daily. Partly because I'm so tired by the time I get toward the evening, even contemplating switching the laptop on, its bright light glaring at me when my head is already pounding from the busy day, is unfathomable. Arms aching, feeling like they weigh some overexaggerated number I cannot seem to think of.
Being a mother is a roller coaster at the best of times, especially as they get older and you spend less and less time in the home you piece together over the years. Going it alone with 2 is exhausting. That's not a complaint, I truly love having them, and I wouldn't change anything about this life (except maybe a bit more sleep, and a few less screams, and why not throw in some more money while we're at it...), but it's a fact. Parenthood is exhausting. As I type this, I have given up on sitting upright, alert and ready, typing away a million miles a moment like they do in the movies.
I'm laying down, one arm has gone numb because I, of course, have chosen the most stupid position (nothing else was comfy), the other is typing one handed, a garbled mess that spell check is doing wonders with.
It wouldnt surprise me if I read over this tomorrow wondering what the heck I came out with, to find random sentences of letters that don't even make any words. My brain sure feels like that tonight.
The other reason I won't be posting daily a lot of the time, is that nothing will happen, and there's only so many times you can say "Hey, she's being normal". That came out wrong, but I know what I mean. She does so many things daily that are different to how others would, little things.. but perhaps we all do. I barely see them anymore, it's just Lily.
Lily, who runs in neverending circles, hands flapping, twirling, dancing, shouting there's an enderdragon coming to get her.
Lily, who doesn't like it when food touches other food on her plate, and woah betide anyone who mixes it up, stews are plain evil.
Lily, who has the attention span of a butterfly, (why a butterfly?), and is unable to be still even in sleep.. yet can sit and play minecraft for hours.
Lining things up, drawing the same things when she attacks paper with pens, telling the same story over and over... Watching the same film so many times in a row it drives Mummy insane, and spending the entirety of each showing off doing other things (but its still her turn)...
Walking the short distance to school is too far, it makes her tired.. yet the moment we get there she's off running around and playing... it's just the a-b that's a chore.
She's got up three times since I started typing this tonight, and I honestly don't know if that is because she's extra unsettled for some reason tonight, or I'm just THAT slow at typing.
With routines within routines, everything we do seems to have a ritual, otherwise it stops making sense to her. Then the world starts to crumble.
Saying that, we completely changed the routine tonight. We went to a different house, with people in it, and had dinner somewhere other than home. A different TV... with no Minecraft (shock! horror!)
She loved it. Took it all in her stride.
That's my girl.
Being a mother is a roller coaster at the best of times, especially as they get older and you spend less and less time in the home you piece together over the years. Going it alone with 2 is exhausting. That's not a complaint, I truly love having them, and I wouldn't change anything about this life (except maybe a bit more sleep, and a few less screams, and why not throw in some more money while we're at it...), but it's a fact. Parenthood is exhausting. As I type this, I have given up on sitting upright, alert and ready, typing away a million miles a moment like they do in the movies.
I'm laying down, one arm has gone numb because I, of course, have chosen the most stupid position (nothing else was comfy), the other is typing one handed, a garbled mess that spell check is doing wonders with.
It wouldnt surprise me if I read over this tomorrow wondering what the heck I came out with, to find random sentences of letters that don't even make any words. My brain sure feels like that tonight.
The other reason I won't be posting daily a lot of the time, is that nothing will happen, and there's only so many times you can say "Hey, she's being normal". That came out wrong, but I know what I mean. She does so many things daily that are different to how others would, little things.. but perhaps we all do. I barely see them anymore, it's just Lily.
Lily, who runs in neverending circles, hands flapping, twirling, dancing, shouting there's an enderdragon coming to get her.
Lily, who doesn't like it when food touches other food on her plate, and woah betide anyone who mixes it up, stews are plain evil.
Lily, who has the attention span of a butterfly, (why a butterfly?), and is unable to be still even in sleep.. yet can sit and play minecraft for hours.
Lining things up, drawing the same things when she attacks paper with pens, telling the same story over and over... Watching the same film so many times in a row it drives Mummy insane, and spending the entirety of each showing off doing other things (but its still her turn)...
Walking the short distance to school is too far, it makes her tired.. yet the moment we get there she's off running around and playing... it's just the a-b that's a chore.
She's got up three times since I started typing this tonight, and I honestly don't know if that is because she's extra unsettled for some reason tonight, or I'm just THAT slow at typing.
With routines within routines, everything we do seems to have a ritual, otherwise it stops making sense to her. Then the world starts to crumble.
Saying that, we completely changed the routine tonight. We went to a different house, with people in it, and had dinner somewhere other than home. A different TV... with no Minecraft (shock! horror!)
She loved it. Took it all in her stride.
That's my girl.
Saturday, 22 March 2014
Castles and Cake
Bouncy castles and cake! What fun!
There was just a couple moments, both of which Lily handled with style! On arrival we find a birthday party in full swing, it's not a big place, so there was nowhere to sit. We waited for about 15 minutes before a temporary table was set up for us. Lily found this tricky, and at one point she was sitting on the floor shouting and rocking, to many unimpressed looks from other parents and Mummy chanting in her head "c'mon table, c'mon table, c'mon table!". Gosh knows what we would have done had it not been for a wonderful staff member who came to the rescue and put out an extra table just for us.
Lily soon calmed down and even ate something before giving in to the call of the bouncy castles.
About an hour in Lily came crying to Granny, a girl had pulled her sticker off, screwed it up and told her she had to go home and was never allowed back. Gosh knows what prompted such a scene, especially as from what I could see, Lily wasn't interacting with anyone, she was just doing her usual thing of going from one castle to the next, then out on the bikes. Twirling and dancing, talking to herself, generally just enjoying her own little world. Who knows though, perhaps she decided for a moment to attempt to be social, and perhaps there was a miscommunication, Lily can be hard to understand. Perhaps she was even a little bossy.
Granny took one look at Mummy's reaction to her lass suddenly in tears, holding a screwed up name sticker, and decided to take over. Mummy was cross, and Granny decided peace-keeping was the way to go. Granny gently unscrambled the sticker and placed it back on Lily's jumper, wiped her tears away and reassured her that the other child is not the boss of her. Find someone else to play with if they're just going to be mean. A cuddle and a kiss later and Lily was back to her ritual. Bouncy castle, other bouncy castle, bikes. Brother. Slide. Bouncy castle....
A little later I heard her say "No. I not pfay wiv yew. Yew is mean." and she happily continued her game alone. Once again safe in her own world where bullies cannot reach.
Mummy needs to eat some humble pie and not overreact every time someone isn't nice to Lily. She handled it like a pro.
She even spent some time playing with her little brother, a sight to behold. I wonder when she gets older if she'll remember times like these. If she'll remember reading stories to him, wrestling him on a giant beanbag, giving him endless cuddles.
Home, and Minecraft. All is well in Lily's world.
There was just a couple moments, both of which Lily handled with style! On arrival we find a birthday party in full swing, it's not a big place, so there was nowhere to sit. We waited for about 15 minutes before a temporary table was set up for us. Lily found this tricky, and at one point she was sitting on the floor shouting and rocking, to many unimpressed looks from other parents and Mummy chanting in her head "c'mon table, c'mon table, c'mon table!". Gosh knows what we would have done had it not been for a wonderful staff member who came to the rescue and put out an extra table just for us.
Lily soon calmed down and even ate something before giving in to the call of the bouncy castles.
About an hour in Lily came crying to Granny, a girl had pulled her sticker off, screwed it up and told her she had to go home and was never allowed back. Gosh knows what prompted such a scene, especially as from what I could see, Lily wasn't interacting with anyone, she was just doing her usual thing of going from one castle to the next, then out on the bikes. Twirling and dancing, talking to herself, generally just enjoying her own little world. Who knows though, perhaps she decided for a moment to attempt to be social, and perhaps there was a miscommunication, Lily can be hard to understand. Perhaps she was even a little bossy.
Granny took one look at Mummy's reaction to her lass suddenly in tears, holding a screwed up name sticker, and decided to take over. Mummy was cross, and Granny decided peace-keeping was the way to go. Granny gently unscrambled the sticker and placed it back on Lily's jumper, wiped her tears away and reassured her that the other child is not the boss of her. Find someone else to play with if they're just going to be mean. A cuddle and a kiss later and Lily was back to her ritual. Bouncy castle, other bouncy castle, bikes. Brother. Slide. Bouncy castle....
A little later I heard her say "No. I not pfay wiv yew. Yew is mean." and she happily continued her game alone. Once again safe in her own world where bullies cannot reach.
Mummy needs to eat some humble pie and not overreact every time someone isn't nice to Lily. She handled it like a pro.
She even spent some time playing with her little brother, a sight to behold. I wonder when she gets older if she'll remember times like these. If she'll remember reading stories to him, wrestling him on a giant beanbag, giving him endless cuddles.
Home, and Minecraft. All is well in Lily's world.
Friday, 21 March 2014
Yay! Good Day!
Lily was on the "Super Sun" today. She did really well in maths. Lily is pretty good at maths. It helps that she adores the teacher, she thinks he's very funny. She also thinks he has funny Christmas socks, a fact that months later she hasn't forgotten and still checks to see if he's randomly decided to wear some.
She came out in very high spirits, bounded over and entrusted me with her bookbag, said hello to her little brother and gushed at me about suns and good days, books and something else I can't quite remember. It sounded good though.
Her teacher came and had a little chat around the over-excited Lily, and this could be the reason I don't remember much of either conversation. It was brilliant! He was very obviously impressed with her behaviour today, and how well she did in his class. Lily was very obviously proud and excited too.
So.. yes... I have NO IDEA what either of them clearly said... but it was positive. It was so nice to read her home/school book today, to read she was polite, and helpful... No casualties of thrown dinners or lashing out. No screaming or running away (that I know of). Just a brilliant day, a sticker for good adding in maths, another for being a special helper today, and knowledge that she's on the super sun. A good day. How wonderful!
Moments like this make the not so good days seem less not so good.
Lily even went to bed without fuss tonight, with the promise of celebration tomorrow, she's looking forward to bouncy castles and cake.
She seems more excited about the prospect of Minecraft after bouncy castles and cake, which is saying something... Lily really loves bouncy castles and cake.
She came out in very high spirits, bounded over and entrusted me with her bookbag, said hello to her little brother and gushed at me about suns and good days, books and something else I can't quite remember. It sounded good though.
Her teacher came and had a little chat around the over-excited Lily, and this could be the reason I don't remember much of either conversation. It was brilliant! He was very obviously impressed with her behaviour today, and how well she did in his class. Lily was very obviously proud and excited too.
So.. yes... I have NO IDEA what either of them clearly said... but it was positive. It was so nice to read her home/school book today, to read she was polite, and helpful... No casualties of thrown dinners or lashing out. No screaming or running away (that I know of). Just a brilliant day, a sticker for good adding in maths, another for being a special helper today, and knowledge that she's on the super sun. A good day. How wonderful!
Moments like this make the not so good days seem less not so good.
Lily even went to bed without fuss tonight, with the promise of celebration tomorrow, she's looking forward to bouncy castles and cake.
She seems more excited about the prospect of Minecraft after bouncy castles and cake, which is saying something... Lily really loves bouncy castles and cake.
Thursday, 20 March 2014
Cooking Club
Lily had cooking club today. She was really looking forward to it when I took her to school this morning because she wanted to "go on the pooter"... I think she was looking forward to the actual making of edible substances too, but priorities people!
Apparently she was very well behaved there, and when I arrived to collect her she came out proudly holding a trifle in a cup. (Mummy wasn't allowed to try any)
She almost resisted the temptation to eat it in the car on the way home, just poking a finger in, then trying to drink it. When we arrived home her coat was very pretty, and I was amazed to see how much was still in the cup!
That girl has more will power than me, that's for sure. There is no way I would have been able to place it on the table and settle for staring at it until after dinner. Absolutely amazing.
It made a nice change not to be begged for minecraft the moment we got in the door, too.
Apparently she was very well behaved there, and when I arrived to collect her she came out proudly holding a trifle in a cup. (Mummy wasn't allowed to try any)
She almost resisted the temptation to eat it in the car on the way home, just poking a finger in, then trying to drink it. When we arrived home her coat was very pretty, and I was amazed to see how much was still in the cup!
That girl has more will power than me, that's for sure. There is no way I would have been able to place it on the table and settle for staring at it until after dinner. Absolutely amazing.
It made a nice change not to be begged for minecraft the moment we got in the door, too.
Wednesday, 19 March 2014
Reminders
So many things to say and so little time to say them in! What an afternoon and a half, filled with confusion, pride, chaos, sharing, and muppetry at it's finest!
Lily came out of school in high spirits today, and we embarked on a big adventure. This involved queueing. Lots of queueing... and lots of noise, and kiddies pushing through, and Lily accidentally being run over by her little brother's pram. Twice.
Usually such chaos would be so far beyond her range to cope with I wouldn't subject her to it (or subject other people to the outcome of me subjecting her to it..). Today, however, Lily was very forgiving.
She lined up beautifully, tutted pushy kiddies, gave her little brother lots of attention, didnt once complain about the noise (other than to put her hands over her ears on occassion and take a deep breath), and to see her waiting her turn, along with everyone else, you would never guess she is autistic.
The other parents made more fuss than she did, and I'm sure I must have been glowing with pride by the time we reached the single table, the cause for all the chaos. Though I didn't glow with as much pride as Lily did, I'm sure, when she came away from the ordeal with her prize... "disco ticket"!
Now we just need to brave the actual disco next week.
That would be a good note to end today's entry on, I know, but so much more happened once we got home.
Lily decided she wanted to teach her little brother how to share. Her aim? To coax him to give her a single cracker.
Hats off to her, she tried very very patiently and lovingly for about 20 minutes. Each time she held out the packet and asked him very nicely to give her one. She even said please without needing reminders. Phillip would dutifully reach in, pull out a cracker and proceed to shove it straight in his mouth.
Lily would wait patiently for him to finish then try again, with the same result. I did try to explain that, at 14 months old, her little brother doesn't quite understand yet.
Moments later Lily squeeked with delight "Him GIB me one mummy! Him DO it!!"
(he'd actually dropped it.. but darned if I'll break it to her.)
With all the caring and sharing and amazingness, I once again found myself questioning her diagnosis. I suppose I always will. But I had a healthy reminder during the adverts tonight.
Lily's never been too fussed by Harry Potter. As long as Mummy doesn't purposely put it on, it's okay. Occassionally an ad comes on, and thats ok, it will "go way". (Besides, the music's nice to twirl to.)
Tonight, however, an advert came on and almost immediately Lily retreated to a ball on the sofa, hands firmly over ears, eyes squinty - so she doesn't miss the moment that it's safe to open them again, but everything's blurry so it's not really like watching it..
Pretty much looking like Mummy does when a scary film comes on. (Or when she looks at a bill...)
It took me a while to figure out the issue. Harry Potter advert... ok, not usually that much of a problem... same music, children talking about how cool it is to see behind the scenes, ride a broom, learn spells, nothing untoward... so why is she whimpering.....
(I need to point out here that as much as I would have loved to protect her from whatever was scaring her by turning the tv off or over, Mummy is NOT allowed to touch the remote until the program is finished. Simpsons was only halfway through when adverts hit)
Then it struck me. The children werent there. They were adults. But when the adult spoke, a child's voice came out.
It was a very clever advert, and I must admit.. I kinda want to go.... it does look fun.
But to Lily, those voices from that source was the stuff of nightmares.
A humble reminder that all is not as it seems in her world.
It's ok. I gave her a cracker. She's fine.
Lily came out of school in high spirits today, and we embarked on a big adventure. This involved queueing. Lots of queueing... and lots of noise, and kiddies pushing through, and Lily accidentally being run over by her little brother's pram. Twice.
Usually such chaos would be so far beyond her range to cope with I wouldn't subject her to it (or subject other people to the outcome of me subjecting her to it..). Today, however, Lily was very forgiving.
She lined up beautifully, tutted pushy kiddies, gave her little brother lots of attention, didnt once complain about the noise (other than to put her hands over her ears on occassion and take a deep breath), and to see her waiting her turn, along with everyone else, you would never guess she is autistic.
The other parents made more fuss than she did, and I'm sure I must have been glowing with pride by the time we reached the single table, the cause for all the chaos. Though I didn't glow with as much pride as Lily did, I'm sure, when she came away from the ordeal with her prize... "disco ticket"!
Now we just need to brave the actual disco next week.
That would be a good note to end today's entry on, I know, but so much more happened once we got home.
Lily decided she wanted to teach her little brother how to share. Her aim? To coax him to give her a single cracker.
Hats off to her, she tried very very patiently and lovingly for about 20 minutes. Each time she held out the packet and asked him very nicely to give her one. She even said please without needing reminders. Phillip would dutifully reach in, pull out a cracker and proceed to shove it straight in his mouth.
Lily would wait patiently for him to finish then try again, with the same result. I did try to explain that, at 14 months old, her little brother doesn't quite understand yet.
Moments later Lily squeeked with delight "Him GIB me one mummy! Him DO it!!"
(he'd actually dropped it.. but darned if I'll break it to her.)
With all the caring and sharing and amazingness, I once again found myself questioning her diagnosis. I suppose I always will. But I had a healthy reminder during the adverts tonight.
Lily's never been too fussed by Harry Potter. As long as Mummy doesn't purposely put it on, it's okay. Occassionally an ad comes on, and thats ok, it will "go way". (Besides, the music's nice to twirl to.)
Tonight, however, an advert came on and almost immediately Lily retreated to a ball on the sofa, hands firmly over ears, eyes squinty - so she doesn't miss the moment that it's safe to open them again, but everything's blurry so it's not really like watching it..
Pretty much looking like Mummy does when a scary film comes on. (Or when she looks at a bill...)
It took me a while to figure out the issue. Harry Potter advert... ok, not usually that much of a problem... same music, children talking about how cool it is to see behind the scenes, ride a broom, learn spells, nothing untoward... so why is she whimpering.....
(I need to point out here that as much as I would have loved to protect her from whatever was scaring her by turning the tv off or over, Mummy is NOT allowed to touch the remote until the program is finished. Simpsons was only halfway through when adverts hit)
Then it struck me. The children werent there. They were adults. But when the adult spoke, a child's voice came out.
It was a very clever advert, and I must admit.. I kinda want to go.... it does look fun.
But to Lily, those voices from that source was the stuff of nightmares.
A humble reminder that all is not as it seems in her world.
It's ok. I gave her a cracker. She's fine.
Tuesday, 18 March 2014
Changes
My children get a slight cough and BLAM! I get hit by virus hell. Shaky, exhausted, racing heart, fever, evil cough of doom. How on earth did my little cherubs escape all these symptoms? (don't get me wrong, I'm very very glad they did! I'm just jealous dagnabbit!)
Unfortunately this has a brought on a few panic attacks. Gets to everyone at some point, I'm sure. It's just extra unfortunate that those panic attacks coincided with the school runs, which led to staff finding me somewhere out of the way to sit and plying me with cold things to hold and cool water.
I know that sounds very thoughtful of them, and it truly is. The staff at Lily's school have been nothing short of amazing in how they handled the situations, it was just utterly humiliating to be on this end of it. Poor Lily was so worried, too, and unlike a lot of the other children, she doesnt have the ability to verbalise this. Well, she has the ability, she just doesn't know how to express it properly yet... so it comes out in lashing out at staff and running away.
Autism can be hard to live with, changes in routine (or changes in health in mum) can result in the world breaking apart around you, but you can't understand why, you just feel angry, sad, scared. None of which are emotions you understand either... it's all very confusing.
I see my daughter struggle with what we take for granted as simple emotions on a daily basis. I also know how much harder it's going to be for her over the coming months as once again we move home.
Having been evicted due to landlord wanting to sell this lovely house, we have until the end of april to vacate... so a huge change for Lily..
I'm sure anyone that reads this will know how stressful moving can be. Between packing everything cherished into boxes ("does that mean they're gone now we cant see them?" "are we selling them?" "can I have them back?" "are you going to pack me?") and the actual moving.. this is time consuming, and hard for anyone to go through... let alone Lily.
We have to actually find somewhere first too...
Teachers may have to start wearing shin pads.
Sunday, 16 March 2014
It's Good to Confuse them Sometimes (character building and all that jazz)
My name is magic lily princess dinosaur fairy baby magic, my name is.
Ok, Lily..
No! That's no my name!
Oh sorry, magic princess...
NO! NO! You's not STAND me mummy! My name is magic. lily. princess. dinosaur. fairy. baby. magic. my name is.
Ok, magic lily princess dinosaur baby magic fairy..
NO! Magic lily dinosaur princess fairy baby magic!
Oh, but you said "magic lily princess dinosaur fairy baby magic"!
Dats what I said!
No you didn't!
Yes!
No, you said "magic lily princess..."
Be quiet mummy coz I not talkin to you.
Ok, Lily..
No! That's no my name!
Oh sorry, magic princess...
NO! NO! You's not STAND me mummy! My name is magic. lily. princess. dinosaur. fairy. baby. magic. my name is.
Ok, magic lily princess dinosaur baby magic fairy..
NO! Magic lily dinosaur princess fairy baby magic!
Oh, but you said "magic lily princess dinosaur fairy baby magic"!
Dats what I said!
No you didn't!
Yes!
No, you said "magic lily princess..."
Be quiet mummy coz I not talkin to you.
*Priceless!
Well, tomorrow I have to pop out with my son for a couple hours.
I've been trying to prepare Lily for the new childminder (who is LOVELY, but lets see if she'll answer our calls ever again...)
I bought little craft kits, baked cookies so that the lady had some to give her as "secret treats".. (sshhh dont tell mummy!)
I even said if she were good I'd get her a special present.. you know.. choccies and a magazine.. that kind of thing.. something simple.
Lily looked at me and said, very seriously..
"Mummy. I be good. You buy me bounce go yup whee."
(with a STRAIGHT FACE)
£23 for the sitter
£139 for the trampoline ("bounce go yup weeeee")
The look on my lass's face when it appears in the garden for her birthday next month? *
I've been trying to prepare Lily for the new childminder (who is LOVELY, but lets see if she'll answer our calls ever again...)
I bought little craft kits, baked cookies so that the lady had some to give her as "secret treats".. (sshhh dont tell mummy!)
I even said if she were good I'd get her a special present.. you know.. choccies and a magazine.. that kind of thing.. something simple.
Lily looked at me and said, very seriously..
"Mummy. I be good. You buy me bounce go yup whee."
(with a STRAIGHT FACE)
£23 for the sitter
£139 for the trampoline ("bounce go yup weeeee")
The look on my lass's face when it appears in the garden for her birthday next month? *
Supermarket Sweep!
For those wondering about the previous post, pirate was DEFINITELY fully clothed (PHEW!)
Now, today's adventure didnt occur today, but last year in April, shortly before she was diagnosed. It sprang back to mind (she was 2 and a half years old).
Walking around Tesco, doing the routine food shop.. Lily was so distracted by all the lights, sounds and colours that she kept falling over. Lots.
I told her to "watch where you're putting your feet" ...
So she did...
She took great care of watching her feet.. and walked straight into a trolley.
Now, today's adventure didnt occur today, but last year in April, shortly before she was diagnosed. It sprang back to mind (she was 2 and a half years old).
Walking around Tesco, doing the routine food shop.. Lily was so distracted by all the lights, sounds and colours that she kept falling over. Lots.
I told her to "watch where you're putting your feet" ...
So she did...
She took great care of watching her feet.. and walked straight into a trolley.
Parenthood Rocks!
I'm sure i must have misunderstood my 4 year old.... I must have...
(perhaps I'm just going nuts..)
Apparently she saw a pirate at school today... she gave him a sword... a map... treasure.. he was friendly....
and he had "no clothes on".
(I must have misunderstood this.. teacher's going to LOVE me in the morning!)
(perhaps I'm just going nuts..)
Apparently she saw a pirate at school today... she gave him a sword... a map... treasure.. he was friendly....
and he had "no clothes on".
(I must have misunderstood this.. teacher's going to LOVE me in the morning!)
Lesson #1,763419.7 Learned
So tonight I have learned a valuable lesson. When my daughter describes what she would like to watch, I should NOT repeat what she says with a puzzled expression...
I should, of course, realise STRAIGHT AWAY that
"him's got a white head wif a mouf im and bill"
is so obviously a smurf.
While I'm waiting for the aspirin to set in, I thought I would share this knowledge with future unsuspecting victims.
"Him's got a white head wif a mouf im.. and BILL." = a smurf.
I should, of course, realise STRAIGHT AWAY that
"him's got a white head wif a mouf im and bill"
is so obviously a smurf.
While I'm waiting for the aspirin to set in, I thought I would share this knowledge with future unsuspecting victims.
"Him's got a white head wif a mouf im.. and BILL." = a smurf.
An Introduction
With all the autism awareness taking the world by storm, more and more heartwarming and amazingly insightful doors are opening to show us what life is like living with someone with autism. This is no different. Okay, this probably won't be as inspirational and emotionally eyecatching as most, but we all start somewhere.
I started a while back posting a silly moment or home truth about living with my daughter, on the app DrawSomething. Those that were able to read my nigh on illegible scribbles were treated to some of the highs and lows of what is becoming an increasingly common world it seems.
This is not the blog of a woman who has everything together and bakes cookies and plants posies.. I screw up. A lot. Every parent does, I'm sure of it. It's just an insight.
I started a while back posting a silly moment or home truth about living with my daughter, on the app DrawSomething. Those that were able to read my nigh on illegible scribbles were treated to some of the highs and lows of what is becoming an increasingly common world it seems.
This is not the blog of a woman who has everything together and bakes cookies and plants posies.. I screw up. A lot. Every parent does, I'm sure of it. It's just an insight.
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