Tuesday, December 1, 2009
I feel like I hit the jackpot. First I win a doll from Donna's dolls, then the ornaments from the Pampering Beki's ornament exchange I got from Tammy are sweet as can be and the grandkids are fighting over who gets what and then Tammy goes and takes pix of my ornaments I sent to her and shares them with the world.
I think that is called the trifecta. Yay for me.
Now to catch you up with the grands and their doings. By the way the picture is when Ry was about 7 months old. Cutie patootie.
For those of you who may be new to my insanity, my 5 year old grandson, 9 year old granddaughter and my darling daughter Shelley moved in with us the end of June.
My g son Ry is autistic and has a temporary diagnosis of Aspergers. I say temporary cuz none of this stuff when it comes to shrinks and dinks and thinks goes quickly. His doctor is a very caring, nice lady who does not wish to rush to judgement. In the mean time the rest of us don't have to have labels anyway. Ry is high functioning and is a kick in the pants. He has a wonderful sense of humor and enjoys life. All of his teachers, counselor and most other adults find him entertaining, intelligent, sweet, charming and totally RyLeigh. Sometimes he is exurberant, hard to manage and out of control but that is not all the time. He loves to sing, draw, paint, paste, count, tell you what letter things start with and the sound the letter makes. He also loves cars, robots, monster, dinosaurs and movies. The thing is people.....he repeats things 926,728 times. He can repeat every line of any film he has ever seen. Will sing a song until the notes are worn out (my mental picture). And has some ticks when it comes to, oh say, life.
I help him to get ready for school every morning. I say help because I have made it my mission in life to enable him to be who he can be, not who others have not expected him to be. In other words, I am a hard old broad who wants my g son to be able to do for himself because by golly he can. Anyway, he has issues with things not matching, socks mostly but not exclusively. Sometimes it's as if other pieces of clothing have it in for him, especially textures. The socks must be right side out, same brand in order for him to put them on. And every time he wants to know if it is the right or left sock. Sweet man and I always smile about putting socks on the correct foot, too funny. So you see he has a tick.
When it comes to food, it is the same. We only eat eggs, basted (Oma eggs), scrambled with tons of cheese (Papa eggs) and hard boiled (evil and gagging eggs). Also for breakfast he will eat hot dogs in buns and grilled cheese sandwiches. The first time I poured him a bowl of cereal OMG, you would have thought I was trying to poison him. Poor kid. Now after almost 6 months, he has me trained, but then again I have gotten him to "try" some things and not freak out about it. He would only eat chicken and mostly just McDonald's nuggets (shouldn't there be a law against those nasty things?). Now, he eats beef, pork, turkey so long as you refer to them as "chicken". He is a good eater and as long as you have the right attitude, he is pretty willing to do anything for you. We so love our special boy and are so proud of him and happy to have him here with us. I can't imagine life without his quirks.
So this morning when I lost my mind and fixed him 2 hot dogs on buns and stupidly put ketchup on them. His response was "this ketchup sure is salty". Before, he may have run out of the room never to return. Instead, I wiped the dogs off, he inspected my work, both dog and bun. He proceeded to eat them and then tell me, "silly Oma, you made a big mistake". Hurray, yet another milestone passed. Forgiveness and recognition that it is okay. Made my day. I'm a happy old bat.