Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Pieces

I've been procrastinating for a while now, not writing a post about all the cute words Erin says, and how cute she says them.  But I need to write something down now because she's already starting to say words the right way.  And man do I miss how she used to say "oosh" instead of shoes.  Now she's all boring and just calls them "shs."


We just finished up an impromptu thunderstorm party, with the whole family looking out the family room window at the very very impressive bolts of lightning.  Dexter's been reading up on hurricanes, tornadoes, and thunderstorms so he was pretty jazzed to watch all the cloud to ground lightning bolts.  Erin was excited to see "nike-nee" and "doh-doh."  And also she thought it was cool that she got to stand on the couch, "ness a Mama."  (lightning.  thunder.  next to Mama.)

A couple weeks ago Dex had Dinosaur camp.  So we decided we'd ride to camp in the Dinosaur Train.  Or, as Erin calls it, the "Rawr choo choo."  Really it was just our blue car.  Our "boo neeeewr."  Because, you know, you make a "neeeewr" sound when you push your toy car around.

This week Dex has Gymnastics camp, which he adores.  It's not at all hard-core gymnastics, which I was a little worried about because it's at a new place for us and it seems a bit more hard-core than the place Dexter currently attends every week.  But no.  He comes home with stories of cannonballs in the foam pit, and swinging on rope ladders, and jumping on trampolines.  So it's all fun.  Erin points in her mirror when we drive down the driveway.  "Dis nastics?"  Yes, dear child.  This is gymnastics.  "Wash Deck-tew?"  Yes, yes.  We can go watch Dexter.

She still calls most animals by the sound they make.  So we still have neighs, mooo, baaaa, wooof, meow, sssssss, and, of course, la-la-la.  Damn Sandra Boynton.  The child will never know how to say pig.


Slowly but surely she might be learning her colors.  She knows blue for sure.  Yellow is a decent bet.  And I'm not sure if she knows the color is red, but every time she sees a red truck she points and says "Daddy tuck!"  Today we were stopped at a light, and across from us was a school bus.  From the back I heard "Wook!  Wook Mama!  Bus!  Bie bus!"  And she doesn't even need to see a motorcycle.  She can just hear one and she'll yell out "Moe-moe!"  And then she will ask "Moe moe-moe?"  Which is tremendously confusing until you realize she is just asking to see more motorcycles.  She very much enjoys going to the corner ice cream store to eat "ice-ees" and watch "neeewr."

Dex and I have been working on teaching her the rules of the road.  So yesterday driving to TheraPlay I asked Erin "What do you do at a stop sign?"  Her answer was "GO!"  It took the whole trip there to teach her that first we have to stop, and then we can go.  Now we're working on the whole "look for cars" aspect of things, too.  But now when we get to a stop sign I will ask the question and Erin will answer "Sahp!"  And I ask "And then what?"  "GO!"  Apparently there is no need to look for cars in her world.


I am trying to teach the baby some manners.  So she has a nice "peese" and she just learned how to say sorry.  She's not quite sure of the context, but it's still fairly cute when you try to use Puff as a pillow and she comes charging up, says "sorry Mama" and proceeds to push your head off the dragon.  Today driving home from dinner both kids were being loud, so I pulled over and stopped the car.  I immediately heard her little voice from the back of the car.  "Sorry Mama!"  Awwww.  Thank you, baby.  Now how 'bout you teach your brother some manners?

She used to say "oock" for thank you, and "weck" for you're welcome.  Now she still says "no, oock" if she doesn't want to do something.  But mostly now if you give her something she will nicely say "tank you!" and if she gives you something and you thank her she will say "welcome!"


She still says "ah dut" for all done.  And at the table she adores eating eggs, and "boo-beaws" and "ra-beaws" and "pa-cake" and "ha daws" and "too-key."  She loves cheese.  I'm not sure how much she likes to EAT muenster cheese, but she adores saying its name.  It is "RAWR chss."  She always asks for a "boo" at a meal, and every goddamn time it takes me a minute to realize that she is not starting a game of peek-a-boo, but rather is just asking for a spoon.

I love to listen to her little voice sing.  In the car she might randomly break in to the Wheels on the Bus song.  So I'll hear "bus rouw a rouw, bus up a dow, bus ope a shut."  Sometimes she chooses Five Little Monkeys.  "Fie mo-key bump beh, Mama deck-tew, deck-tew sai, no moe mo-key bump ah beh!" (Five monkeys jumping on the bed, Mama doctor, doctor said, no more monkeys jumping on the bed!)  And recently in bed she's been keeping herself awake with a lovely rendition of Snuggle Puppy, which I sing to her every time she goes to bed.  You can figure it out from the "ooooooh, snuh puppy" part that she sings.

Pieces is still my favorite.  Dexter is trying to get her to say excuse me, but still she usually says pieces.  So it'll be "pieces Mama" as she tries to walk where I am sitting.  "Pieces, Puff" as she has to walk around Puff.  "Pieces, Buddy" as she steps on Buddy's tail.  "Pieces, neeewr" as the car is in the path between her and the book shelf.

She will repeat anything you tell her.  She talks in sentences.  She says "huh" complete with appropriate hand gestures.  When she is undecided about something she'll say "ummmmmm" while trying to make up her mind.  This is often.  She is indecisive.  She is a drama queen.  And she's growing up way too fast.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

The Difference

When your first baby is Autistic, you don't really notice.  Sure, maybe you wonder why he's not talking yet, but all the other little things don't really register.  You do a little screening test.  Does he point?  Ummm.  I think so?  Does he look you in the eyes?  Ummmm.  Sometimes?  Sure, he lines up his cars and walks on his toes.  But in your eyes he's pretty perfect.  And without another kid to compare him to, you just roll along with what you consider normal.

And then kid 2 comes along, and you know kid 1 is autistic, and so you're hyper-aware of the little signs.  And you know it's not fair to compare kids.  Especially boys to girls.  Especially only children to children who have a big brother to emulate and adore.  But you can't help but notice the difference.

When the baby points to something and says "A DAT?"

When the baby hears something, pays attention to that sound, and says "A DAT?"

When the baby is talking is 5 word sentences at 21 months of age, when kid 1 said nary a word til age 2.

When the baby looks your square in the eye, gives you an evil grin, and then does something naughty.

When the baby uses hand gestures.  Palms up, shoulders raised, "I dunno" kind of gestures.

When the baby says "Wook!  Wook, Mama!" and holds up her hands.  "SSSSSSSS."  Ah, yes, baby.  I see.  I see your imaginary snake.  Thank you for showing me.

When the baby notices people, and babies, and desperately wants to go say hi to them if only she was not so shy.

When the baby has conversations with her stuffed animals.  Talks to them.  Makes the voices so they talk back to her.  Feeds them food.

When the baby sits in her crib singing "Snuggle Puppy" instead of sleeping, and will happily have a dance party when there's music.

They are little differences.  But you notice them.  And you breathe a little bit of a sigh of relief.

And then the baby lines up her cars and walks on her tip toes.  And you panic a bit.

And maybe that's the difference, really.  That you're so much more aware the second time around.  Looking for the signs.  The signs that make you panic.  The signs that give you relief.  It's an interesting thing, really, raising a neurotypical baby after raising an Autistic one.  It's not easier.  Ooooooh, no, she's certainly not an EASIER baby.  But it's interesting.  The difference.



PS - Shout out to my friend Carol, who is riding her bike from DC to Dewey Beach in a couple weeks to raise money and awareness for Autism organizations.  Have a great ride, Carol!  Her fundraising page is HERE.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

July. The First Half.

Somehow it's already the middle of July.  Dexter has been to three camps already (plus Camp Grandma, so I guess that makes four camps) and has two more to go.  Erin has been berry picking four different times, and we have eaten nearly all of the berries we have picked thus far.  Kindergarten starts in just over a month.  I have done zero school supply shopping.  We've been busy having fun.  We've accomplished almost nothing around the house, but we've had lots of fun.  Behold, eight gazillion pictures from the first two weeks of July:

Cute LEGO builder on the 4th of July

Cute LEGO destroyer on the 4th of July

Once again we thanked ourselves for buying a circle house

She's not really as fast as she looks.  But she thinks she is.

Look who can open doors now?  Going to the bathroom will never be the same...

Delightfully taking video of John flying a kite

She actually almost blew a bubble.  Mostly she just gets bubble juice all over her face.


John helped me take a few great photos of the kids, next to our annual flower garden and dressed in their 4th of July finest.


They were totally giggling at a large blue plastic airplane zooming above my head.


Heartwarming moment of the evening - Erin still watching the airplane, Dexter giving her a spontaneous, sweet, melt-your-heart hug.


The next morning the kids and I went berry picking while John gave the house a bath.


This one, I swear, is color blind.  She would not survive in the wild.  She did not enjoy blueberry picking because no matter how many times we pointed to yummy berries and yukky berries, she continued to eat the green ones.


For the first year ever, Dexter was a tremendously helpful berry picker.  Like, he covered the bottom of his bucket in berries.  He was awesome.


Took a little break between blueberries and black raspberries to slide on the strawberry slide.





Erin enjoyed playing with the doors til she lost her footing and slid unexpectedly down the slide.  She was displeased.


Black raspberries.  Dexter helped with the "yummy/yukky" berry explaining, and Erin seemed to like picking raspberries much better than blueberries.


Love black raspberries.  So much.


Successful berry picking


Happy berry face


Big storms the first couple weeks of July.  We lost power for 12 hours overnight during one of them.  But we did see a pretty cool double rainbow over the pasture.


A few years ago Aunt Christy gifted Puff to Dexter.  He'd been hanging quietly in Dexter's room for a while.  And then Erin discovered him.  Life is no longer quiet for Puff.


"I rice Puff?" she asks.  Sure, kiddo.  Have at it.  Ride Puff.


Yes, go ahead.  Stand on Puff, too.  He likes it.


Supermoon at sunset.  Dexter saw it the following night when we were driving home from a party.


Buddy is enjoying our new summer evening sitting on the deck and drinking a beer routine.


Super


We had a party to go to, and we were supposed to bring fruit.  So I drafted Erin to help me pick while Dex was at Dinosaur Camp.


Bumper crop of berries this year.


Did some sliding after picking raspberries



More raspberry face.  It's a bit of a theme with her.


Our annual Movie Night family BBQ was hosted at our friend Amy's house.  She now lives a couple hours away from us, but it was worth the drive to visit her mansion and swim in her pool.


Dex was in the pool for a couple hours - he loved it.


Erin swam for a while, too, and jumped in a ton with a friendly 4 year old,  and then needed a snack break.  You know, for some raspberries.


Erin LOVED the roller-coaster car.


And also the cookies.  She loved the cookies.


I dunno why he always chooses blue frozen treats


Rotten baby stole my absolute favorite strawberry ice cream novelty.


Dancing baby in the foreground, gaggle of boys in the background.  Dex played SO WELL with these two boys.  G (who lives there) had a gazillion LEGOS in his room and Dex was in heaven.


Movie Night girls


Both kids held themselves together pretty well all afternoon, despite staying up well past their bedtime.  The car ride home was a different story.  This little girl SUCKS to ride in the car with at night.


Sunday we were pretty low-key.  And then we had to slum it and swim in our tiny little pool.  It was a little different than the previous day's swim-fest at the party.


Doesn't seem to matter to the kids, though.  They are pretty happy swimming, even in our tiny pool.





Happy July!!