I know I’ve been quieter than usual of late. There’ve been a few things going on, least of which is my job and trying to balance it with family time and the like.
Because certainly, as parents of a special needs child, it’s always busy. The Monster has various therapies three days a week, plus my having PCAB meetings, late-night meetings, the wife having her life as well…
And then I’ll be disappearing for a few days starting on Thursday. Continue reading
Once a weekend, I cook a hot breakfast. The goal of the operation is not just to feed everyone, but to leave ready-to-heat breakfast for the rest of the week. (Our daily schedule has about 55 minutes from our wake-up to when I have to be out the door with the Monster to catch the bus. By the time you factor in my getting ready, it’s usually closer to 30, so pre-made breakfasts are very helpful.) I alternate between pancakes and waffles, since R likes those well enough…
But for three years now, the Monster’s really only had one of three things for breakfast – frozen french toast, cereal, or a bagel. It’s been difficult, but at least you know what to expect on any given day. Continue reading
R had a parent-teacher conference on Monday, when the schools were out.
For the most part, he’s doing fine according to his teachers – he’s a bright, sweet, thoughtful child, at least around them. They did express some concerns about things they’re seeing, but buffered it with the fact that he does have an older brother who is on the Spectrum, and that most of those behaviors that concern them seem to be ones that are in imitation of his brother.
And that, of course, is where it gets weird with having siblings sometimes. Continue reading
This week’s feeding therapy was, by the wife’s report, not a success. Apparently the Monster pinched, kicked, screamed and anything else he could come up with, rather than actually eat a little bit of grilled chicken. (Which is funny, because he’s eaten it before, as well as plenty of other white meats.)
But one day’s therapy isn’t really the yardstick that we should be measuring this by. Continue reading
My wife was out of town from Friday afternoon till about midnight last night, attending a memorial service for a friend’s parent. I stayed behind in Baltimore because we can’t really count on the kids to behave at these kinds of things – R is a rambunctious three year old, and the Monster has his good days and bad. (Plus, hotel.)
The original plan had been that we were going to go up to visit my family, who live about 90 minutes from where the memorial service was, and that I’d have stayed there with the kids while my wife ran to-and-from, but due to timing changes in the service, it was just easier to stay behind in our house. So what’s easier for the kids… Continue reading
Full disclosure: This post has nothing to do with Autism, for once. 🙂
I will say here what the #1 lesson is from my dads’ support group, as I’ve said many times before – you have to take “you” time now and again, as the parent of a special-needs child, or you’re going to go insane.
I posted on Friday that the wife and I were going to Pittsburgh for the weekend. We’re back, safely, from our visit to Steel City, having brought the Ravens good luck in their AFC Wild Card game. (In fairness… the Ravens have yet to lose when I’m in attendance, so there. :p) The kids seem to have had a fantastic time with their aunt, uncle and cousin, who were kind enough to come watch them so the wife and I could get away. Continue reading
There are a lot of times that I hear the things that my friends do, and wonder if they realize how much they take for granted how easy it is to find childcare solutions for their NT kids when spontaneous opportunities for experiences come up.
It’s not to say, of course, that my wife and I are starved for opportunities to do things without the kids. We do (finally) have a fantastic, regular babysitter who the kids adore. My in-laws are also very gracious in watching the Monster and R on a regular basis when they can, when something out of the ordinary comes up…
On the other hand, though, I also hear how frequently some of them can simply arrange a sleep-over for the kids when something else comes up last minute. Continue reading