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October 21, 2010

I love Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert.  Really and truly I do.

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Goodbye to shorts pants

June 29, 2010

Hamhock’s autism often exhibits in rigid behaviors that he gets fixated on, and won’t give up for an extended period of time or without a huge, hours-long/days-long tantrum.

One of those behaviors has to do with clothing.

Most likely it is due to sensory issues, that he finds certain clothing more comfortable or familiar, and just doesn’t want to wear anything else.

When he was 2 1/2, he would wear a size 3T onesie that I had.  All. The. Time.  He looked so silly to others (I have no doubt), although he looked really adorable to me.


Right now he *looooooooooves* and *must* wear only his socks wherever he can.  Socks only.  No shoes.  (Except when forced to like in church or at school).  Needless to say, I go through a lot of packages as he wears them out with big holes – on a daily basis.

A few months ago he found an old pair of Superboy’s size 3T sweatpants.  Hamhock is 6 1/2, and wears size 7 pants.  He’s definitely taller than most kids his age.  Wearing a size 3T sweatpants.  Yeah – nice.

He insisted on wearing these affectionately dubbed “shorts pants” as much as he could.  I picked and chose my battles when I needed to enforce ripping them off his legs.  For example, I would let him wear them under his church pants if I didn’t have time or energy to deal with the resulting tantrum.

Finally, one day, I noticed that “shorts pants” just had waaaaaaaaay too many holes in the knees.  It was time to prepare Hamhock to say goodbye to “shorts pants.”

I prepared him for several days letting him know that we needed to say goodbye to “shorts pants.”  He had too many holes and needed to go up to Heaven to live.

Hamhock was down with it.  He decided we needed to burn “shorts pants” in the grill with another shirt and some beloved socks to have some company in Heaven, and Hamhock would see him up there one day.

So, we did it.  “Shorts pants” was ceremoniously burned, after much hugging and kissing and saying “Goodbye shorts pants, you’re a good boy.  Take care of Fiona in Heaven.”

Goodbye “shorts pants,” RIP.

It’s about cool?

June 29, 2010

Hamhock likes to wear a beanie.  It started sometime this past winter. He would most often wear it to bed, or put it on first thing on in the morning.  It looks really cute, I have to admit.

But I just thought it was a sensory thing. . .like, he likes the feeling of the fabric on his hair, or the weight of the beanie on his head, or the enclosed feeling the hat gives while shaping his cute little face.


Not so, my friends, not so.

One day he forgot it while we were getting ready to pull out of the garage.  He asked me to run back in the house to get it.  When I returned and gave it to him to put on, he asks me to pull down the passenger side mirror so he can look to make sure “it looks cool.”

WHAT?!?!?!  My six-year old son, diagnosed with autism at age 2 1/2, is wearing his beanie because “it looks cool?!?!?!”

Wow.  I honestly had no idea.

Why are we Moms always the last to figure these things out?  I’m sure it’s because we brought these precious babes into the world (in my case with the help of Hamhock’s beautiful birthmother) and we just want to hold onto those precious innocent moments.

Well, innocent moment #2 gone.  My kid likes to look cool.

(I think innocent moment #1 was kissing a girl in Kindergarten!)

Here’s a pic when he was probably about three, being silly with this same beanie (it’s actually Foo’s).



Kisses

January 26, 2010

Hamhock kissed his first girl today.  Gulp.

She’s a tomboy in his Kindy class; really sweet, nice, funny cute girl.  We had her over for a playdate & they went out scooter-ing.  I was watching from the yard, and he dropped his scooter and ran over to her with a big bear hug, and then planted one right on her lips!  Oh. My. Gosh.

When they came back I tried to explain to Hamhock that you can’t kiss girls unless they say “yes” *after* you ask them.  Yeah. . .we’ll see how that goes.

On another note, Superboy had his very first cavity (first for either kid) and it was a bit of a struggle in the chair, but he powered through it and got to get two prizes afterwards.  He chose a glittery, shiny, jeweled ring.  Yes.

And he wore it all day proudly on his finger.

Yep, my boys.

So I know. . .

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.

Boy in a Bag

December 18, 2008

Hamhock is “enjoying” lots of sensory issues right now.

If his pants/socks/underwear get one spot of water on them, off they go.

Yup.  He goes through a stack of 2 dozen underwear and a drawer-full of socks in probably 3 days.

Here’s the drill:  He leaves preschool all bundled up in his coat, with backpack on, hood engaged, and looking cute as ever.  We play outside a bit in the snow, running around with Superboy and the other kids.  We get in the car, he perches himself on his “movie chair” (i.e., the glasses console) and strips down to his underwear and shirt.  If we need to go anywhere before going home, I’ve got to dry all water spots using my car’s heater vents until they are absolutely dry.

So the other day his clothes weren’t yet dry, and it was time to drop Superboy off in his class for the afternoon.  Hamhock saw my canvas shopping bags in the car and decided that he should hide in the shopping bag while I carry him in so he can help with the routine of dropping Superboy off.

You’re thinking: “No.  She didn’t.”

I answer: “Oh, yes.  I did.”

I carried all 50 pounds of Hamhock-love hiding in my largest canvas shopping bag all the way into the school.  He was bunched up with his cute little fuzzy head sticking out peeking over the top.  A little embarrassed, but a little bit proud (who wouldn’t feel proud if you can get your mom to do about anything for you?).

Mrs. Riley got a kick out of it; but I’m sure the incident was added to her list of items she files in her head which constantly questions my sanity as a mom.

Sweet Prayers

November 15, 2008

Hamhock: “Dear Heavenly Father:

Thank you for Eric not throwing up. Thank you for Daddy not getting a bloody nose. Thank you for Mommy not getting owies. Thank you for me not getting owies.

In the name of Jesus Christ, amen.”

All events that have happened recently. Cute to know what’s on a little boy’s mind.

Michael Jackson

October 29, 2008

The boys talked me into buying some Newman O’s cookies the other day. For being gluten-free, they’re actually pretty good – almost like a generic version of an Oreo.

While they were gleefully eating them at the kitchen table at our new house (yay!) Hamhock set a cookie at the empty chair and said this one’s for Michael Jackson.

I said: “What? For whom?”

He said: “Michael Jackson.” Completely matter-of-factly.

Huh?

Where did my 5 year old and 3 year old kids learn about Michael Jackson?

After asking that exact question to them, Superboy pipes up and says the Simpsons!

Ohhhh! They are referring to the premiere from third season “Stark Raving Dad”, where a large white man thinks he’s Michael Jackson.

So funny. Someday they’ll be old enough to watch Thriller, and to learn of the days when I was 15 and Foo was 13, staying up late waiting for video history to be made.