Little Chatterbox
Well, she certainly has found her tongue. Now I can't shut her up. We got a full sentence out of Dr. D this week. She said, "I am a good girl".
Yes you are, baby girl. Yes you are.
We've also heard: sunshine, french fries, cookles, hot dog, ketchup, pizza (can you tell we're all about food here??). She picked up the phone and said, "Hi grandma". Her sister stole her little bedtime bear out of her bed, and she sat up and said, "MY BABY!"
Not to be outdone, Miss Princess said all of her colors - red, yellow, green and blue. I think she's seeing all of the attention that Dr. D is getting from speaking -- nothing like a little sibling rivalry.
Princess is obsessed with the stairs - going up, going down, and throwing things down the stairs.
Last week I talked about my pre-school visits; this week I saw a school and got "the vibe" I was looking for. It happens to be the same school where the girls' special ed teachers work -- they'd raved about their school, and the programs they offered, and they were right to brag. What a great school! I can only hope that they have seats available for us. I still have a couple of other schools to visit - I need to have a plan B in case my first choice school has no room for us. Keep your fingers crossed for us.
My girlfriend Lisa taped an episode of The View this week that focused solely on autism and autism spectrum disorders. I started to watch it, but had to turn it off - I started to get all choked up. Toni Braxton was featured on the show - her 3 year old son was recently diagnosed with PDD-NOS, and you could tell she was still coming to grips with the diagnosis. I really want to get back to it though and watch the rest - as hard as it was to watch, it was a validation to see other moms who are dealing with the same things I am. The girls' diagnosis has consumed me - and sometimes I talk about it too much. When my friends ask me something as simple as, "how are the girls?" I'm off to the races. Before I can stop myself, I'm jabbering like a monkey. Its just that I don't have folks that I can talk to about what we're going through.
On the recommendation of one of our speech therapists (who also had a son on the spectrum), I'm going to hook up with the GRACE foundation, and try to network with some moms who are dealing with the same things.
This week, I'm going with the Friday Feast:
Appetizer
What was one of the fashion fads when you were a teenager? - Neon colors. My girlfriend Lisa used to have a neon pink sweatsuit and she wore matching lipstick. On the raquetball court.
Soup
Name one thing you think people assume about you when they first meet you. - That I'm a bitch. I don't know WHERE they'd get that idea. Honestly.
Salad
On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being highest, how hard do you work? - 20.
Main Course
If you were given a free 30-second commercial during the Super Bowl to sell anything you currently own, what would you advertise? My homemade cookies. All the folks drinking & watching the football would be like, "DUDE! Those look SOOO good! We have to buy some!" (I always get hungry when I drink...or is that just me??)
Dessert
Fill in the blank: I love to _scrapbook__ when it is _late at night__.
Yes you are, baby girl. Yes you are.
We've also heard: sunshine, french fries, cookles, hot dog, ketchup, pizza (can you tell we're all about food here??). She picked up the phone and said, "Hi grandma". Her sister stole her little bedtime bear out of her bed, and she sat up and said, "MY BABY!"
Not to be outdone, Miss Princess said all of her colors - red, yellow, green and blue. I think she's seeing all of the attention that Dr. D is getting from speaking -- nothing like a little sibling rivalry.
Princess is obsessed with the stairs - going up, going down, and throwing things down the stairs.
Last week I talked about my pre-school visits; this week I saw a school and got "the vibe" I was looking for. It happens to be the same school where the girls' special ed teachers work -- they'd raved about their school, and the programs they offered, and they were right to brag. What a great school! I can only hope that they have seats available for us. I still have a couple of other schools to visit - I need to have a plan B in case my first choice school has no room for us. Keep your fingers crossed for us.
My girlfriend Lisa taped an episode of The View this week that focused solely on autism and autism spectrum disorders. I started to watch it, but had to turn it off - I started to get all choked up. Toni Braxton was featured on the show - her 3 year old son was recently diagnosed with PDD-NOS, and you could tell she was still coming to grips with the diagnosis. I really want to get back to it though and watch the rest - as hard as it was to watch, it was a validation to see other moms who are dealing with the same things I am. The girls' diagnosis has consumed me - and sometimes I talk about it too much. When my friends ask me something as simple as, "how are the girls?" I'm off to the races. Before I can stop myself, I'm jabbering like a monkey. Its just that I don't have folks that I can talk to about what we're going through.
On the recommendation of one of our speech therapists (who also had a son on the spectrum), I'm going to hook up with the GRACE foundation, and try to network with some moms who are dealing with the same things.
This week, I'm going with the Friday Feast:
Appetizer
What was one of the fashion fads when you were a teenager? - Neon colors. My girlfriend Lisa used to have a neon pink sweatsuit and she wore matching lipstick. On the raquetball court.
Soup
Name one thing you think people assume about you when they first meet you. - That I'm a bitch. I don't know WHERE they'd get that idea. Honestly.
Salad
On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being highest, how hard do you work? - 20.
Main Course
If you were given a free 30-second commercial during the Super Bowl to sell anything you currently own, what would you advertise? My homemade cookies. All the folks drinking & watching the football would be like, "DUDE! Those look SOOO good! We have to buy some!" (I always get hungry when I drink...or is that just me??)
Dessert
Fill in the blank: I love to _scrapbook__ when it is _late at night__.
5 Comments:
At 4:08 AM,
Michael K. Althouse said…
Hi Christine. I came by earlier with my BlackBerry but was unable to leave a comment. Anyway, better late than never - Michele sent me,
Mike
At 10:28 PM,
Becky68 said…
Having kids with autisim must be so hard on you, I learned a little more about it just in the last few days from a link on someone else's blog: http://time.blogs.com/daily_dish/2007/01/in_my_own_langu.html you may have already seen it, I was fascinated by it. Here from Micheles tonight.
At 10:31 PM,
Anonymous said…
Hi Christine. Michele sent me. I am glad you found the schooling you're looking for. It is a load off your chest to find the right place. One of my dearest friends has a son with autism. She becomes frustrated with people who can't be happy when she finds something that is working for him but instead become fixated on trying to get him healed. It's like they can't accept that the God who doesn't make errors created him. And yet, he is the sweetest most musically talented little boy I've ever met. I'm not sure why I'm writing this except to say that I am so happy to see your joy in your girls, their advances and the schooling you found.
At 9:27 PM,
carmilevy said…
I can practically hear their voices. Whenever I need a little dose of hope, I read your blog.
At 9:45 PM,
Unknown said…
And you're dealing with it so well. My BFF has a 16 year old son with PDD-NOS and he's had a diagnosis since he was 9 (a nightmare in and of itself, believe me) and her husband REFUSES to use the word Autism/Autistic, does't accept the diagnosis at all, and would not allow the younger sister to know the diagnosis because, and you'll love this, he doesn't believe in 'labels'. You have no clue as to how much this has fucked up this poor kid, having a father that refuses to accomodate him at all. It's horrible. In fact, tomorrow I'm giving a speech in the mom's honor and I mentioned the son as being autistic and she told her her husband is going to be PISSED. I don't care. Being ashamed of your kid's neurology is sick as far as I'm concerned.
Ok, rant off. Here via Michele, and your girls are adorable!
Post a Comment
<< Home