Whoa. . . .

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.

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It’s the anxiety, baby

September 14, 2010

Mark’s brother got married the Thursday before school started.  Totally fun, family-oriented, spiritual, fabulous day.  But the next day I woke up with the reminder that school starts that coming Monday, and all my fears and worries hit me like a Mack truck.

It’s fun living with anxiety.  Really.  Fun not to be able to focus or think or relax or enjoy.

My body breaks out in this lovely rash, too.  Nice.

So. . . .anyway. . .Hamhock met his new first grade teacher and he wore his new Mario t-shirt to the first day and it all seems good.  He greeted me with a big smile every day for the first week:  “Mom, I didn’t get into trouble today!”  So sweet, and so heartbreaking.  He gets it – gets the rules are there, there is a way to behave, a way to act, and he’s trying as hard as he can to follow it all.

I’m very proud of him.

Here’s Superboy, a week later, going to Kindergarten for the first time.  He’s super excited and super easy-going.  It makes my brain a little crazy when I seriously don’t worry about him at all.  I know he’ll be just fine.  I know he’ll make friends, follow the rules, enjoy school, learn what he needs to.  It’s very strange.

Well, I’m beat.

September 6, 2009

Whew.

First week of school under our belts, and I’m purely exhausted.  Getting Hamhock anywhere ON TIME is a challenge.  Doing it 5 days in a row is going to be exhausting.

And, I suspect it is for him, too.  Everything he does requires a lot more energy, focus and determination for him to get through.

I’ve been praising him every day for following Mrs. Larson’s rules, and telling him he’s earning extra credits (following our Nurtured Heart Approach by earning credits for following the rules).  We cashed in all his credits earned on Friday for a new video game.  I love seeing that flicker of excitement in his eyes, when I tell him that we need to count his credits because I think we’re getting close to enough to be able to purchase a toy/game.

I suspect we’re going to be buying lots of rewards to get us through each year. . .!

Mad at you

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.