June 28, 2010
I like to tell my boys often that they are “good boys.”
Most especially because Hamhock struggles often to follow the rules, keep his impulses under control, learn to deal with his anger, etc. I want them both to know that even though the may make a bad choice, or do something wrong, that the choice was bad, but they are always good.
As I was walking through the hospital to visit my mom after her knee surgery this past Saturday, Hamhock called me from Gramma’s house.
Hamhock: “Mom, I’m eating an orange!”
Me: “Good for you! That’s healthy.”
Hamhock: “Can I hang up now?”
Me: “Yep, have fun at Gramma’s. Bye.”
Hamhock: “You’re a good mom. I love you!”
Me: “I love you, too.”
So super sweet! That makes up for the rest of the time when he gets mad at me and calls me a liar when something doesn’t go right . . .which happens at least a dozen times every single day (hurmpf).
So, I’ll take it, sweet good boy of mine.
September 14, 2009
. . . but today was the first day that Hamhock went to school just fine without his strawberry Fruit by the Foot reward (ok, fine. . . call it a bribe, whatever. . .). Two darn stores didn’t have the strawberry flavor, and so I bought the combo flavors, but he does not like them. He smells them and says “yuk!” I smelled them, too, and I get it. The strawberry *does* smell better.
So he simply played with the yucky berry tie-dye all the way to school and was very silly about it, but didn’t fight me or tell me any reasons why he just shouldn’t go to school today. We were even running late b/c of strep-frickin-throat for my 4th time in 5 years, and Superboy was up all night with a fever and asthma, and I was rushing to get him to the pediatrician after the Kindy drop-off.
Upon my return for pick-up, Hamhock runs straight to me and gives me a big hug and a smile. So cute! Then. . .
- On the way home, I ask him: “What fun things did you do at school?” He has, every day until today, ignored the question. Today he totally expressed something about looking around the school for a special place and was obviously very excited. !!!! I learned later from Mrs. Larson’s weekly newsletter that they have written a letter to the Moon, and are waiting and searching special places in the school to discover a response back (patterned after a book they read).
- Then while he was coloring after his snack, he started telling me all about his old preschool teacher Mrs. Riley visiting the class, but more importantly that she brought “Mrs. Larson’s daughter Lora! Mrs. Larson has a daughter named Lora!” Lora is actually in Superboy’s preschool class with Mrs. Riley this year.
- Finally, when Fooboy was asking Hamhock how school was on the phone, he answers: “School was great! It was fun!”
He was then a very pleasant, happy little boy all day. He hasn’t broken one rule today and hasn’t taken one time-out. (Until literally 30 minutes ago when bedtime started). We went out searching for bugs in the rain and got 2 potato bugs, 1 weird ant-fly thing, a daddy long legs (minus one leg, sorry, spider), and a grasshopper!!!!! The grasshopper was trying to hide behind our new sunflowers and kept moving 180 degrees behind the stalk, each time I would reach around. But I got him, minus one leg, too. Not sure if that happened already or in the capturing. Sorry, grasshopper.
We also had our first speech therapy last Thursday with Helen at the Scottish Rite Learning Center (Freemasons in Salt Lake City offering children free speech therapy with a grant from Shriner’s Hospital – go Masons! Woot!) It went great. Helen has over 30 years experience, and a great, tough, kind of boisterous approach which just fed right into Hamhock’s personality. The whole thing was a game and he loved it. My favorite thing about the session was every time he would answer a question he would point at Helen and shout: “In your face!” and then laugh hysterically.
Helen said about 40% of the children she sees have speech delays due to autism spectrum disorders. She gave me the best compliment by saying that whatever we’ve done has given him some incredible skills! YEE-HAW!!! She said she can see why our school district tested him as too high-functioning and they wouldn’t touch him without alot of pushing from me, but she definitely had some areas that we can work on to help him improve in processing delays (took about 5 seconds to remember the word yellow, for example) and a string of adjectives (couldn’t point to the right cat: “point to the little, black kitten in the corner of the box.”)
And, did I mention it’s free!?!?!
Now, if I can only get rid of the pain in my swollen throat gland. . .I must have a virus cold on top of the strep. . .ugh. Hopefully Superboy will sleep through most of the night tonight. . .
August 15, 2009
. . .I live in one of the most non-diverse homogenous states in the nation.
All the kids in the neighborhood are white. All the kids in his preschool were white. All the kids at church are white. Hamhock has no black friends. None. (Sorry Roxanne, we’re trying).
Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I know once he’s a teenager he’s going to want and need to relate to other black kids. Enter: Genesis. It’s an LDS ward for all African-American members and friends to attend! We’ve been to two firesides and one Primary activity so far, and I’m sold. They meet in a chapel in Fort Union, which is literally in our stomping grounds – probably a 5 minute drive from our home! Like I said: SOLD.
It’s hard for me to know that Hamhock is thinking about anything deeper than Spongebob and buying treats with his credits earned. So. . . I hold onto anything I can get that comes from his cute little mouth.
We were driving to Discovery Gateway one day when Superboy was talking about Fisher-Price Little People. Hamhock pipes up and asks: “Is Michael’s face just like me?” (Yes, it is! And it’s just as beautiful, too.).
And then when we went to the Primary activity at the Gateway fountain, Hamhock said: “Mom, how many Hamhock’s are there in the world?” (Alot! Isn’t that cool?!)
It’s also really cute whenever he sees a brown baby when we’re out and about at the swimming pool, or shopping, and he’ll say: “Mom! That baby looks like me when I was a baby!” (I know! You were the cutest little baby ever.)
Little golden nuggets into Hamhock’s thoughts.