Both at the same time, pretty please?
December 12, 2006
December 11, 2006
Listening to the Dark
We're not doing a whole heck of a lot of sleeping around here. This morning, at 4:30 a.m. as I tried to soothe John back to sleep by bringing him into bed with us, I wondered what might be going on with him. Despite the fact that many kids on the spectrum have sleep issues, we have been doubly blessed in that department. Both boys sleep straight through the night and have since they were nine weeks old. I've felt guilty about it (not really, I would've gone insane if it weren't this way!), but now I'm afraid we're making up for it. The last three nights, John has "talked" loud and long — hours after being put to bed. Then at 4:30 he awakes (loudly), and is almost hyper with energy.
I cradled him against my side in a futile attempt at coaxing him back to slumber. In the dark I could see him guide his hands up close to his eyes, his thumbs and forefingers pressed tightly together to make rapid, flicking motions with them — almost as if he were snapping. I don't know if this is something that bothers him, if he's driven to do it, if he's tired of doing it. All I know is that my little boy, who has always slept 10-12 hours a night is not. And if he's my son, he's dragging like Mommy is right now.
I cradled him against my side in a futile attempt at coaxing him back to slumber. In the dark I could see him guide his hands up close to his eyes, his thumbs and forefingers pressed tightly together to make rapid, flicking motions with them — almost as if he were snapping. I don't know if this is something that bothers him, if he's driven to do it, if he's tired of doing it. All I know is that my little boy, who has always slept 10-12 hours a night is not. And if he's my son, he's dragging like Mommy is right now.
December 10, 2006
Ho, Ho, Ho
The Christmas tree is up and we're none the worse for wear. Hubby and I bickered about the lights (as always), and there were last-minute trips to Target for extras—like bulbs and garlands, etc. The boys darted in and out of the room as we decorated the tree. I made a small pile of unbreakable ornaments so that they could help. Sam found two old plastic M&M figurines and tried several times to "place" them on the lower branches, but instead he'd jerk backwards when his hand brushed against the pine needles.
His sensory issues have always been stronger than John's.
John, on the other hand, had zero interest in the tree. He eyed it out of the corner of his eyes a few times, but kept a safe distance—all the while dancing around us with a book in his hand. And the countdown begins.
His sensory issues have always been stronger than John's.
John, on the other hand, had zero interest in the tree. He eyed it out of the corner of his eyes a few times, but kept a safe distance—all the while dancing around us with a book in his hand. And the countdown begins.
December 9, 2006
Goldfish and Balls
Sam rediscovered goldfish crackers today, and because he's turned into quite the little Label Guy, he kept pointing to the Pepperidge Farm bag, saying "FISH!" He still has some enunciation problems — not everyone can understand him — so this is what it sounded like: "BITCH, BITCH, BITCH!"
John said "BALL" today and it really did sound like "BALL."
John said "BALL" today and it really did sound like "BALL."
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