In Search of a Book Title.

I am pleased to say there is movement at the station and my #KazBrooksBook project is coming along very nicely.  I am super excited!.

Kiddo at the Beach (a possible book cover photo) !!

Kiddo at the Beach (a possible book cover photo) !!

So the back story to this post is that I left Hubby to handle things on the home front last Wednesday night and I went out with friends and had adult conversations and laughed a lot.  The conversation turned to the topic of my writing and then to book titles.  So here are the ideas that were talked about at the table with my friends and now I am turning them over to you. Yes, you! I would love to know your thoughts and receive feedback, either by writing the number of the book title you like the best in the comments or feel free to play around with the title and the tag line and give me new ideas.  I am open to any and all suggestions!

Proposed Book Titles are:

#1 – At the Skatepark & On The Spectrum: Dropping In On Autism & Early Intervention.

#2- Engaging Kiddo: A Mother’s Story About Parenting her Young Son with Autism.

#3- As I Held My Breath: Parenting & Life on the Autism Spectrum.

#4- The Way We Roll: Parenting, Autism & Family Life.

#5- Snack-food, Sunshine and Skateparks: A True Story About Autism, Early Diagnosis & Early Intervention.

#6-Parenting a Young Child on the Autism Spectrum: Stories, Tips, Ideas & Inspiration from a Mother & Her Son.

thoughts, feedback…go! Muchas Gracias amigos!

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Take Me To Church. 

In case you were wondering , yes I was taken to Church! 

I loved going to Church as a child, and I always assumed I would do as my parents had done for me. That I would take my children to Church. After my son was diagnosed with autism the simple exercise of going to Church became challenging. A lot more challenging. Especially in my son’s younger years. 

I spent some time recently with a wonderful lady who is passionate about disability and church inclusion. I learnt so much from listening to her share about the work she has been involved in at her church to achieve this.  I thought about my own experiences and came up with a few ideas on how churches and faith communities can excel at loving, accepting and embracing children and adults with disabilities and their families. Here goes…

1. Listen. Churches need to listen to the parents, the siblings and the person with the disability. Really listen. We all desire to be heard and understood. Validating the journey is so important. Disability does not last a week or a month.  For many people it will last a lifetime so listen and continue to listen. Keep an ongoing dialogue. Church leadership and/or appointed key Church volunteers need to make a time to meet with the person or family, and at a location and time most convenient to them. Start with asking the question: ‘how can we serve you better?’ Don’t assume. Don’t pass the buck. Communicate and Listen. 

2. After listening comes a decision to make a heart change. This starts with the Church leadership. Make the attitude adjustment. I mean really go there. People often support the idea of inclusion until they actually have to make a change, or they find themselves outside of their comfort zone. Accommodations may be needed for that family or that person. The temptation may be to only think about the costs. Or the inconvenience. Making the decision to have an attitude change will make the practicalities of true inclusion and real acceptance so much easier. 

3. The National Organization on Disability found that  85% of people surveyed (both with and without disabilities) state their religious beliefs as being important in their lives, but only 47% of people with a disability attend Church at least once a month. What can be done to remove the barriers that prevent church members with disabilities from attending? I would encourage Church leaders to meet with its members, do some research, brain storm, set goals and make a plan to remove any and all of these  barriers. Check out the website disabilitiesandfaith.org – it has links to a range of faiths and denominations and loads of great info too! 

4. As Hubby says to me: ‘it’s not ‘them’ and ‘that Church’, it’s ‘us’ and ‘our Church’. I know what it is to be in Church leadership and I know what it is to be a Church member. Church leadership absolutely has an important role to play in setting the tone for an inclusive and welcoming culture. However it has been everyday church members, those without a title, who have often made the most positive difference to our Sunday experience and to our overall sense of wellbeing and belonging in our faith community. If every church member can ask ‘how can I serve this family or this person with a disability better?’ …then love has legs. And that is truly a beautiful thing.

5. Parents and Carers can feel isolated. Caring for a person or a child with a disability can be tiring. Practical help is always a blessing. In the case of my son his disability is not physical and can therefore be ‘hidden’ or ‘invisible’. If the Church can show kindness in practical ways it can make a huge difference. Making and delivering a meal, free babysitting, a cup of coffee waiting at church free of change, carrying a mom’s bag into church, helping someone to their car, watching a child after church so mom and dad can fellowship. Showing kindness in small and practical ways can be incredibly meaningful. It certainly has meant a lot to me. 

6. Don’t say stupid things if you can possibly help it. Think before you speak. As the old adage goes: If you can’t think of anything nice to say…well… You know the rest. 

7.  Say things like ‘Thankyou for making the effort to come today’, ‘You are doing a great job raising your child’, and ‘We are so blessed to have you here today’. Address the person with the disability. As a parent I don’t want people’s pity and I also don’t want be the reason somebody else feels like their life is not that bad. I always want my faith community to love and value our Kiddo.

8. My child is going to grow into an adult- true story! I want him to know and be assured of his place and value in our faith community both now and in the future. Having some of the young and older men in our church reach out to greet and connect with my son means the world to me and Hubby. Ted and Craig are two men in my Church who talk to Kiddo every Sunday. It blesses my Mama heart every time and I believe Kiddo feels accepted because these men treat him with kindness, dignity and respect. Yeah it even makes me teary. These men are the real deal in my book. 

9. Having a Children’s Program that can cater for children with special needs. My friend shared with me how she trained volunteers to be ‘shadows’ for children with disabilities, only stepping in if needed. She organized for each child in the program to have their own basket made up with instructions for the volunteer and other supports like visuals, schedules, fidget toys, favorite toys and even light coverings for a child who had struggles in that area. I believe children with disabilities should be included in the regular program to the fullest extent possible. I do not believe the parents should have to miss Service on an ongoing basis to make this possible. Yeah- see Tip #2. 

10. Then Jesus said, ‘Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest’ [Matthew 11 v 28 NLT.] I don’t have a disability but I am sure it can cause one to feel weary. This promise from Christ Himself is one I would love to see fufilled for all people with a disability who come to Church. That they would experience it as a place of rest, acceptance, inclusion and love. Wouldn’t that be a wonderful thing! 

I would love to read about any ideas you have to add to the list. Or any experiences you want to share are always welcome ! 

Five Funny Things Kiddo said this week

My Kiddo says funny things a lot. I decided this week to write them down because i just don’t remember things otherwise. 

So here are the top five funnies of the week: 

1. Kiddo lays down on the bed next to his cat who is napping (as cats do).  Of course Kiddo is meant to be brushing his teeth. I hear him whisper to his cat Brobee (FYI- this name was bestowed on him by the cat haven where we adopted him) 

Kiddo: Brobee, you are like a beautiful black egg.

Me: an egg?!

Kiddo: ok maybe not an egg. Brobee, you are like a beautiful black rectangular prism.

Me: ok – lets go with that! 

2. Walking into Barnes and Noble together:

Me: I am feeling old today Kiddo. You have to walk slowly. I am tired. 

Kiddo: walk slowly?! what?!

Me: When people get older they have to walk slowly. Hey Kiddo- when I am super old will you take care of me and look after me?

Kiddo: Yes Mom- when you are 44 years old I will do this for you. I will take care of you. 

Me: perfect! 

3. Driving in the car with Hubby, Kiddo and me:

Kiddo: Dad, you are so strong, and you are so big, and you are so handsome, and you are so gorgeous! 

Dad: Hey, what about Mommy? 

Kiddo: Mom… Well she is just COMPLETELY NUTS! 

Dad and Kiddo crack up laughing. 

Me: you know I’m holding the two of you responsible for that. Just saying! 

4. Easter Sunday Church Kids Presentation to the Congregation. The kids are waiting to begin their song and there is a few weird crackles coming through the sound system. Everyone is quiet then from Kiddo in a loud voice:

‘What is that noise?!’ 

Nailed it Kiddo – it’s exactly what we were all thinking!

5. All four of us having morning cuddles in bed: me, dad, kiddo and baby sister:

Dad: we have a wonderful family. I love my family! 

Kiddo: we are a family. We are an autism family. (Cuddles for everyone).

Ps: a little update on my blog to book writing…I am in the thick of it now and it’s going well (insert hand clapping here!) I am looking for a couple of volunteer draft readers to give me feedback on the overall direction and vibe of what I have written so far. Please comment below if that’s you 🙂 otherwise comment anyway on your favorite funny line from Kiddo or something funny from a Kiddo you know and love xx

Be Nice To The Autism

One of the current goals I am working on with my son is expanding his expressive language. It basically involves using a variety of different prompts to let him know he needs to give me more language.  It started with a verbal prompt, then just a gesture, we then faded the prompt to a facial expression that says ‘you need to expand on that sentence buddy!’ Yes, believe it or not, there is a face for that! Now it’s just ‘wait’ time. If I pause then he knows he needs to stretch out that sentence before I will respond.

It’s been going really well and it’s actually pretty adorable and thrilling to hear him expand on his thoughts out loud.

So the other day Kiddo and I went for a drive to run some errands and we were passing through some beautiful countryside, feeling happy and just enjoying the sunshine.  Kiddo was looking relaxed and staring out of the car window when he made this comment out of nowhere:

‘I’m nice.’

I immediately jumped in with an enthusiastic ‘Kiddo !! Your ARE nice!!!’

Kiddo then repeated himself very slowly: ‘Ummm.. I’m nice ….I’m nice … Ummm… ‘.  I knew immediately I had interrupted his train of thought. The wheels were still turning. He does this at times. Repeats something and I can tell he is still searching. Searching for the words, a way to construct the words into a sentence, and a way to match the thoughts in his head to the words that come out of his mouth. It’s labor intensive for him.

So I zipped my lip and waited.

Kiddo: ‘I’m nice to SOME people.’

A long pause from him then slowly… ‘But I am not nice to some other people.’ I waited again. I could just tell he wasn’t finished. Long pause from him again. He was looking out the window then he turned his head toward me and said ‘I need to be nice to the autism.’  My chest tightened up and I felt the tears sting my eyes.

Kiddo continued oblivious to me trying to keep it together next to him.

‘I need to be nice to my autism.’

Then he turned away and looked out the car window again… lost in his thoughts.   He was finished. The conversation was over.

I said quietly: ‘Yes buddy … I know… It’s so true …’

My boy has not talked too much about autism of late since we explained his diagnosis to him a few months ago. This talk in the car was an exception. It was just the tiniest of glimpses for me into my own child’s personal journey towards self acceptance. No mean feat given the many roadblocks he faces on a daily basis.

What a privilege it was that I got to be there, sitting beside him, the one to witness such a moment.

Be nice to the autism. My autism.

I hear you Kiddo. I hear you.

The A Word Talk.

I am trying something new today. I am writing this blog post on my iPad. Also I am sitting in my lounge room watching the final flakes of snow melt away as my life returns to normal after five days of snow silliness. For my little family of Aussie sand-gropers snow is a new thing too. I have to say the snow interruption to our regular routine was magical . A true winter wonderland in our new home town in the USA.
Then something else happened over our snow break. Hubby talked to our son about his autism diagnosis.
Just let me fill you in on the back story first. About 3 months ago my hubby and I were faced with the realization that it really was time to talk to Kiddo about autism. He is 6 years old. For a whole host of reasons we just knew it was time. I had also received some encouragement from a fellow autism mama who is a strong believer in self advocacy. Which I am too- but sometimes believing things in theory are easier than making them a reality.
I knew what to say in theory… but saying it out loud… to the little human I care about so profoundly was making me feel… wobbly.
So I did my research. Then I did some more reading. Then I read a few more books. Asked around. Talked to hubby some more. Got some more books out of the library. Lots of good ones. But they were not … perfect.
The main thing tripping me (and hubby) up about the books I looked at was that all of the ones I read addressed the ‘sensory defensiveness’ or aversions to touch, hugs, loud noises, smells etc that some (maybe even many) autistic people experience. My son does not. He LOVES hugs. Loud noises are not a big issue for him. He is all about the rough and tumble of play. I refer to him sometimes as my mover and shaker. There is a name for my Kiddo in this regard- he is a ‘sensory seeker.’ He loves being around people. He loves his peers. He loves excitement, he has no problem trying new things, and is a bit of a thrill seeker. Also my son does not have Aspergers – which some of the books I really liked referred to. I was afraid this might be confusing to him for a first introduction.
So – no surprises really that I couldn’t find the perfect book on autism just for him. The plan in my mind was to write my own story just for my Kiddo. It did not happen. The conversation was raised by Kiddo before I could weave my own Social Story magic!
Given all the thought and effort I put into the process it was a nice piece of irony that Hubby was the one who ended up having the first talk. This is the re-cap on their conversation…
Kiddo asked Daddy at bedtime why he had Mrs G (one of his aides/assistants in the classroom at school) helping him and the other boys and girls did not. Daddy told him it was because he had autism. He told Kiddo that because he had autism that meant he was really good at some things that other kids were not so good at – like riding his scooter at the skatepark. But having autism also meant that some things were harder for him, that he had to work hard to learn those things, so he had Mrs G to help him learn. Daddy said it would not be forever – just for a while – and then when Kiddo was older he wouldn’t need an aide anymore. Kiddo listened intently. Then he said: ‘But I don’t want to have autism. I just want to be like the other boys and girls. ‘

After three months of planning when and how to explain my son’s diagnosis to him- it was done and I wasn’t even there for it. But it happened. I was somewhat relieved, and I was choked up by my son’s response. I know there will be more conversations, but that was the first.
It made me think that over the years, in many ways, things have become easier, but then in other ways … not so much…. Anyone else feel that way?

Early Intervention: a reflection

‘That’s INTENSE!’

I said this the other day and my son asked me ‘What is intense Mummy?’ I replied: ‘It’s when something is really Full On…then you say ‘that’s  intense’!’ Not my finest definition, especially given that I am not sure Kiddo understands what ‘full-on’ means.  It was all I could come up with in the moment.

The word INTENSE and my definition to my son landed in my head again when thinking about the topic of Autism and Early Intervention for this post.  To be honest, I have had this post about Early Intervention sitting on my desk top (half written) for about six months now…the working title has been:  Early Intervention: The key to what….exactly?

Every article in the known universe, and every professional working in the field of autism says Early Intervention IS.THE.KEY. My question is ‘The key to what exactly?’

Best outcomes, or even better outcomes for your child, right? That’s a little bit of ‘therapeutic  jargon’  I have been thinking I would like to unpack-by asking some more questions of course!

What does ‘best outcomes’ even mean? What does that look like?  What does that look like for my child. For my family? In my real life?  My Kiddo celebrated his sixth birthday last week.  By most accounts a child ages out of early intervention around this age. What ‘outcomes’ has my son achieved by the grand old age of six? Do I need to wait until he is an adult to know the real answer to the ‘better outcomes’ question?   What happens when the early intervention stops? What’s next?

Does ‘Early Intervention’ live up to the hype?

For me early intervention was long.  My son was just a baby by autism therapy standards when he started out with intervention at 19 months of age.  That’s about 4.5 years worth of an intensive therapy program -a long stretch by anyone’s standards.  The years did not fly by either.  It was a long time, and it felt like a long time.

It was also effort. HUGE amounts of effort.  It was money. A lot, seriously A LOT, of money.  It was hard work. Damn hard work.  For all the time, effort and money…did it do what ‘they’ say it would do?

Well…yes and no.  This is where things get a bit tricky. My own opinion of what ‘good outcomes’ are has evolved and changed over the past 4.5 years.  My understanding about autism has changed.

When my child was first diagnosed I was not given much hope of ‘good outcomes’ for him.  I was secretly hoping the professionals had got it wrong.  The diagnosis that is. If he just starts talking I thought…then he won’t have autism anymore.  I was hoping the whole mysterious autism thing would somehow, magically, just go away. The same way is had appeared. ..from out of the clear blue sky…from nowhere anyone could really explain.

Then I started to read up and talk to more professionals, and then I realised that autism was not going to just go away (dare I say ‘Jenny McCarthy on Oprah show’ style). So  I clung on to Early Intervention as “THE ANSWER”, even “THE CURE”.  The holy grail for me was “NORMAL”.

By the time my son was the grand old age of TWO I was so exhausted from the fear, the pressure, the isolation and the work load I started to literally feel sick.  I was crawling on my hands and knees to bed at night because my legs would no longer hold me up.  Out of sheer necessity I started to make a shift. I began reading and watching clips by Temple Grandin (an adult with autism) and I started to redefine autism as a different way of processing the world. A different way of thinking.  Different not less.  ‘I love my child, but I hate the autism’ was how I felt now.  I still wanted to kick autism in the groin. Hard.

By the time my son was age THREE I felt differently again.  I was seeing my son’s personality getting stronger and stronger.  He had now been in therapy for almost half his life now. I started to think less about autism and more about him as his own person. He was a joy!   Hard work still. But I had  more of an ‘it is what is it’ attitude. That crippling fear I had that somehow autism was going to rob me of my child was gone.

By the age of FOUR the three things they (the diagnosing professionals) said may never happen-had happened.  My son was toilet trained (day and night), verbal (delayed but definitely verbal) and he was a socially interested and socially motivated child.  Also his cognition was proving to be on-par with typically developing peers.  At diagnosis it was stated that he was intellectually ‘at risk’. I now started to view developmental assessment reports more as opinions and guidelines, rather than fact or truth.

By FIVE my son was headed into a mainstream class with supports.   I now had to make a shift again. I knew my son was not going to have the kind of autism that could ‘fly under the radar’- as I had seen with other kiddo’s on the autism spectrum.  It was time to let this one go.  I started to work more towards others being accepting and understanding of my son’s differences. I started to model this with intention..and I started to write this blog. I felt it was time for the world to see that this was not a one way street. The world needed to do their part to meet my son half way so to speak.   He sure as heck had done his part.

Now my son is SIX.  Today it is about my son being his best autistic self.  Autistic is a term embraced by those with autism-so now it is fine by me.  Talking and listening to autistic adults (Ibby, Karla, Sparrow Rose, Jonathon and more) has been something I wish I had done more of early on, but I am here now and I am listening to their words.  It has been liberating actually.

For our family today best outcomes means our son is safe, competent and loved (thank you Bill Nason on FB’s ‘Autism Discussion Page’ ).  Sure there are days when I want to wish away the painful struggles that come with autism. I am happy to say in terms of us going forward that EARLY Intervention for my son was not really ‘the key’ but more of a foundation. One that he can continue to build on in the years ahead.  I guess my son will be the judge, and I know the day will come when he will share with me about how he found those ‘early intervention years’ and be giving me and hubby some performance feedback.  Fingers crossed- I hope we did good!  Early intervention was not only about my son however, it also put me on a steep learning curve about life, differences, disability and autism, gave me a different perspective on what is important, and put me in contact with many amazing and wonderful people, and families.   Early intervention really has been the key for me to change.

This is Autism

I have been on blogging break recently.  I gave birth to my adorable Baby Girl four months ago.  Then three months ago I moved with the family from Australia (back) to the USA.  Yep! Trust me…. it has been an adjustment.  We are still adjusting. One day at a time.   

Monday-November 11th 2013:

2:58am—Kiddo wakes up and calls out for me to lie next to him.  This has been a pattern for the past week or so.  Sleep is an ongoing struggle for my five year old (almost 6) Kiddo. I get up and go and lie next to him.  My back has been hurting since I gave birth to Baby Girl.  Plus Kiddo’s bed does not have a pillow-top mattress.  Pricing pillow top add-ons is on my ‘list of things to do’.  This  will allow me to lie next to my son in his bed without being in pain.  I am also aware that Hubby is bone-crunchingly tired and I want to try to let him sleep.

3:30am—Kiddo is still awake.  I give him some melatonin (or as Kiddo calls it ‘sleeping medicine’) to try and help him drop back to sleep. Baby Girl wakes up ready to feed.  This ends up taking a while and Kiddo starts calling out for Daddy this time to come and lie next to him.  Which Daddy does. Kiddo has been so anxious lately with all the changes that managing this anxiety has become a priority for us.

4:00am—I finish feeding Baby Girl and then struggle to get back to sleep.  I am worried about Kiddo and school.  The staff at his new school have been great, but Kiddo is pretty stressed out and his behaviour at school communicates this.  We are doing all we can to support him.  He is trying so hard.

5:05am—Kiddo finally falls back to sleep.  Daddy returns to his bed and falls asleep. I go back to sleep.

5:58am—Baby Girl wakes up for the day. She is all smiles! I get up with her and start our morning routine. Coffee is my friend.  Drive-through coffee is awesome too.

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6:30am—I am on the couch with Baby Girl and the iPhone. I begin researching possible activities for Kiddo to do today.  I am thinking of a family outing into the city.  Always gotta have a plan in this house! A day with no plan is just not good for Kiddo. Or us. Period.  Then Kiddo wakes up and bursts into the lounge room with joy: ‘Hi Mum-It’s me! I am back!’ .  Gorgeous!

7:00am-Kiddo watches TV. When the show is finished he looks out the window, sees the sunshine and exclaims with total excitement: ‘What a day! I am happy today. I feel good.  Sunshine! What a day! No school today.’  I respond to his total enthusiasm with ‘That’s wonderful Kiddo. I am so glad you feel happy today. I feel worried when you are sad and upset.’ Kiddo: ‘I am sorry mummy. I will try again.’ Me: ‘That’s OK Kiddo.  I am proud of you. I know you are trying.’

the sun is shining

Some days lately he is not so happy. There have been many meltdowns.  This boy of mine really does try so hard to ‘manage’ and regulate himself, his emotions, his body and its need for movement and input. This ‘management’ of his body and emotions is not only internal but also external, including contending with noisy, busy, highly verbal environments, bright fluorescent lighting and the general chaos of life and all its demands.  It’s a full time challenge for him….and our family.

8:21—Kiddo sits down for breakfast and starts looking under his chair. Me: ‘What are you doing Kiddo?’ Kiddo: ‘I don’t have a seatbelt’. Me: That’s funny! You don’t need a seatbelt in the house, only in the car.’ I smile at our cute conversation.  These days there are so many cute conversations. I don’t take it for granted. Never ever.

I sit down with Baby Girl on my lap while Kiddo eats his cereal.  I show Kiddo my sore finger.  I seriously have no idea how I hurt it! I ask him what should I do to make my finger feel better. Kiddo: ‘Go and see a doctor.’ Me: ‘I think I might ice it and see if that helps take away the pain.’ Kiddo: ‘Give me a try..Give you a try...(I wait – I know he is searching for the correct word)…Give IT a try.’ (yep-he found the word he wanted.) Word retrieval. Another struggle for Kiddo. Now my finger is numbed with ice I am pain free.

9:08—Hubby is up now.  It’s Veterans Day in the USA and he is home from work. Kiddo says to us at the breakfast table: ‘I feel HAPPY!!’. Me: ‘Why are you happy?’ Kiddo: ‘Because I am happy.’ Me: ‘But why?’. Kiddo: ‘Happy for mum and dad!’ Me and Hubby: ‘Awwww! Thanks Kiddo!’ I see Kiddo looking at Baby Sister…I can see he is searching for his words again…he says slowly: ‘Glad. Glad for Baby Sister.’

baby sister

9:31–Kiddo bounds over to his new ‘Angry Birds’ card game and asks Dad to play with him.  He has just started to play card games and board games this year. He loves it. He loves numbers.  Anything math related-he is in! Bingo and CandyLand are another two favourites. I love playing these games with my son. I feed Kiddo his vitamins while he plays and hand Hubby his coffee.  I put Baby Girl to bed for her morning nap, pack a cold lunch for Kiddo, load Dad and Kiddo into the car for a trip to the Skate Park to ride their scooters, and I crawl into bed for a morning nap. By this time I am hurting. I need sleep.

12pm—Dad and Kiddo come home from the Skate Park.  Hubby is exhausted and crawls into bed for a nap.  I am up with Baby Girl and do some cleaning while Kiddo has downtime playing games on the Ipad.  They are not educational games. Purely downtime…for him and us.  

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1pm—the Ipad dies. It wasn’t plugged into the wall properly.  I help co-regulate Kiddo who is very upset.  I wake up Hubby and we start getting ready to head out again.  All four of us this time.

2pm-4pm—We drive downtown to explore the city.  Kiddo loves it.  We drive around and find a park to visit.  I wait in the car with Baby Girl who is sleeping now and Hubby plays a high energy game of ‘chasey’ and ‘sharks’ with Kiddo and the other kids at the park.  Hubby is so animated I can hear him from down the street!

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5pm—home. We are all tired now.  Kiddo is much less verbal/non-verbal later in the day.  Also he is not responding to anything verbal.  We switch to visual supports about now.  Also his movements are more unpredictable.  Everyone is feeling.. ratty… it’s a challenge to stay calm and its a race to the finishing line (bed time).  

We drop past the shops to grab dinner.  Kiddo plays games on Dad’s I-phone while we wait in the car.  A phone call comes through. Kiddo answers the call and says : ‘I don’t want you to call me. I am trying to do something.  I’ll call you later. Speak soon. Bye-Bye now.’   Too funny! I laugh out loud and congratulate Kiddo for doing an awesome job answering the phone.  He normally just hangs up on whoever calls him when he is playing his games on the Iphone.  He giggles at my laughter.  I cant wait to tell hubby the good news! This is progress is our house!

The ‘night-time routine’ begins: Bath—dinner—Lego—Angry Birds card game (it’s usually TV  but Kiddo is loving his new game so we switch it out)—melatonin—brush teeth—toilet—read book—bed.

7:30pm—Kiddo is upset and crying.  Hubby’s phone died while putting Kiddo to bed. Kiddo calms eventually and is asleep by 8pm. Baby Girl goes to bed at 8pm.

8:00pm–Hubby has a work meeting. I write this blog post.

11:00pm–Bed. Hubby and I talk about the possible 3am wakeup and make a plan for this.  Tomorrow is a school day so we know Kiddo will be feeling anxious.

11:30—Baby Girl wakes up. Time for a feed. Before I know it its midnight.  There are some common themes in our autism day-to-day. Sleep. Communication. Planning.

Please feel free to share the keywords/phrases that form a ‘theme’ in your household…