February 11, 2013
. . . it’s been a while.
We are just very busy living our lives. . .school, work, kids, family, etc. Trying to stay sane through it all.
Hamhock is now in 3rd grade and doing great! He is reading grade level and keeping up with his peers. He has a best friend and gets along with most kids in his class. He’s an awesome, great, funny, and super cute kid.
He gets speech therapy and occupational therapy once a week. We’re still working on some sounds in speech.
He is somewhat rigid in his eating habits still. . . preferring a limited menu of items that are “acceptable.” He won’t try new foods very often. After Foo listened to an NPR article about zinc curbing some autistic kids food obsessions, we started giving it to him daily. It kicked his habit of needing to munch on frozen corn every night before bed, and has significantly reduced his obsession with eating ketchup with everything.
He sometimes has intense personality conflicts with kids, and needs help navigating the intense feelings he gets as a result.
He also still needs help navigating play dates here at our house. It seems he does better when he is at his buddy’s house, because he’s not so emotionally invested in his ‘space’ and needing to share his own toys, etc.
Superboy is also going great. . .he’s in 2nd grade, and reading grade level, making good friends, and doing well.
May 14, 2008
Hamhock: “Mom I’m mad at ya.” (He’s recently been using the casual form of “you.” It’s so cute.)
Me: “Why are you mad at me?’
Hamhock: “‘Cause you did something.”
Me: “What did I do?”
Hamhock: “I don’t know.”
A few minutes later he said he wanted to pump some gas in the car. So I inferred this was the reason he was mad, because earlier when we drove by the gas station and he asked, I said we had enough gas in the car and didn’t need any more.
Backstory from today: While driving through Sugarhouse to the post office, Superboy was pointing out all of our local stomping ground attractions: the food store (Wild Oats), the li-barry (Sprague branch), the train store (Barnes & Noble), the bank (Wells Fargo), the post office (USPS), and a gas station (not the one I go to, so I don’t even remember the brand).
When Hamhock saw the gas station, that reminded him that he wanted to pump some gas. He probably was especially sensitive because we went to Pep Boys yesterday to buy a brake light and some antifreeze, and I wouldn’t let him help me pour the antifreeze b/c I wasn’t sure how much and I needed to figure out the whole 50/50 thing.
So when we got home I let him go ahead and help pour some antifreeze in. I think he was happy after that.
I am particularly impressed with the above conversation, because he actually answered a “Wh-” question. Usually he doesn’t answer. This was one of the first times I’ve heard an answer. I loved how he also said “’cause” instead of “because.” That, combined with the “ya” makes me feel like he is getting some texture to his conversation – it’s not just rote, robotic language. That’s a great thing in the world of autism!
Later on, after Anya was done with his ABA session, he wanted to bike home with her. In complete earnestness, he said to me: “I’ll come back for ya” and gave me a big good-bye kiss with lots of smack on my lips. Har! Usually he doesn’t move his lips much when you give him a kiss, so it was particularly sweet how intense he was about biking home with Anya.