Weekly Photo Challenge: Movement

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My kids are fast, so I take multiple shots.

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I try to frame it so there’s motion from one side of the picture.

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I try to catch “off balance” postures (like Hannie here).

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I sometimes use water …

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or objects that imply motion (the slide).

Alex-isms

wary of little sisterOkay, you all know my daughter Hannah can throw out the funniest one-liners.  She’s got the language, the attitude and the comic timing of a pro.  But she’s not the only kid in the family whose sophisticated sense of humor keeps me in stitches.  Alex’s humor is a bit harder to blog about– since most of the stuff that cracks him up is visual or slapstick (email me for the link to his YouTube channel if you like!)– but over the years there have been several memorable moments of perfectly-Alex funny which will always stick with me.

alex pumpkin2Alex loves to mix up words or find alternate meanings for words and phrases.  His receptive language, reading comprehension, spelling and writing abilities are right up there with super-smart typical kids.  Only difference is the challenge he has with expressive language and getting the words out.  For your reading pleasure, some of my favorite “Alex-isms” :

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alex grinMe (talking out loud writing a grocery list):  “… tomato sauce, diced tomatoes, kidney beans… ground meat, chicken… Alex, would you help me write the rest of this?  Write down what you want at the store.” 

Alex (taking pen & paper):  “ketchup, mustard… butter… mutter… Mommy!”  with a big winky grin.  Hands paper back with the rest of list printed and a smiley face drawn and labeled “mommy.”

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At bedtime, Alex breaks into spontaneous giggles during cuddle time:  “Mommy, go to SHeep!” 

Me:  “Go to SHeep?  Silly boy, you mean go to—” 

Alex:  “Baaaaaaaah!”

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charming alexAlex (huge charming grin, playing his version of Scrabble):  “Word!” 

Me (laughing):  “Dude, truck-azonkquilapsafo is *not* a word!”

 
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alex's bowl and plate artAlex (age 3 in doctor’s office, singing to himself while Mom & Dad consult with the nurse):  “Bah-munty.  Da funty munty. .. Bah-munty munty…” 

Dad:  “Wait a minute, our son is singing ‘Brass Monkey’ by the Beastie Boys!” 

(and indeed he was– in perfect rhythm!)

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alex goodbye pleaseMe (walking Alex to the door to let in a home program teacher he didn’t particularly like):  “Let’s open the door for our friends.” 

Alex’s welcome message:  “Goodbye, please.”

 
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alex laundry chuteWhen Alex was a baby, I made up some ridiculous nicknames for him (as all new mommies do when they babble with their newborns).  One of my favorites was “Bunny Luv Pickle Pop” and I used to sing it to the tune of “Sugar Pie Honey Bunch” by the Temptations.  One of Alex’s first home program teachers finished a session of discrete trial training with him, spontaneously turned to Alex and in an animated voice said “Bunny Luv!!” to which 4 year old Alex responded without hesitation, “Pickle Pop!!”

*x*o*x*o*happy kiddos
 
 
 
 
 
 

:~) Quote for the Moment (~:

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 “Depression cannot hit a moving target.”

  ~Author Unknown

Run, Run, Run! 

Move, Move, Move!

 

 

Baskesoccaling

Baskesoccaling   [bas-keh-sok-a-ling]

noun

1.   A game played by two players (Mom and Alex) on a rectangular court having a raised basket or goal at each end, points being scored by tossing the ball through the opponent’s basket. 

2.  The ball may also be kicked, thrown out of bounds, or wrestled from the hands of the opponent.  All of these maneuvers score points, although only one player (Alex) knows for certain who is winning. 

3.  A game which involves (but is not limited to) the following:  Tickling, loud joyful screams, occasional bursts of laughter and random, sophisticated wrestling moves designed to take the opponent down.

4.  A game for which only one player (Alex) is certain of the rules, hence a game which one player (Alex) always wins.

5.  The most fun the other player (Mom) has had with her son in the gym.  Ever.

Today’s Gratitude List

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Today I am grateful for:

  • New friends.  People who see the world as a good place, who don’t judge or limit people based on anything about them that the outside world can see.  People who practice patience, tolerance & acceptance.  The world needs more of you.
  • New experiences.  I painted pottery last week– it was fun, I felt like I was playing in art class again.  Muy cool.  I’ve got a short list of new stuff to try– just because.  Sometimes I feel like my whole life is “been there, done that” but really, there are a thousand new worlds to explore.
  • New (or maybe not-so-new) connections.  Ever meet someone you’ve known forever again for the first time?  I relish those happenings & sometimes they are life-changing!  I am grateful that in any given moment I can see the people in my life from new perspectives.

What are you grateful for today?  Do tell!

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~* magical imagination *~

Who says kids with autism don’t play or think imaginatively? 

tinkerbell-movieYes, they are often visual kids.  And yes, sometimes Super Literal.  I’ve been reading some wonderful blog entries lately with funny anecdotes about kids on the spectrum not being able to lie.  Or about teens trying to grasp the concept of “a little white lie” like when you say:

“Thanks for the sweater, Nana, it’s great.”

when what you really think is:

“Ewww!  I don’t wanna wear that ugly thing!”

Alex is particularly cute about lying.  He can bend the truth a bit if he really wants something.  He’s so charming and manipulative, my boy.  He’ll avoid the true answer by trying to divert your attention.  As in:

Me:  “Are you hungry?  Do you want more dinner?”

Alex:  “Five minutes til chocolate cake?”

Or…

Me:  “It’s time to go home.  Where are your shoes?”

Alex:  (big grinning hug)  “Mommmm.  I love you!”

alligatorBut when it comes to yes/no questions, he’s stuck.  He just doesn’t know how to outright lie.  It’s like Roger Rabbit jumping out of his hiding place singing “Twoooo biiiiitttts!” when the movie villian taps out “Shave and a Haircut” on the table.  Alex just has to respond.

Alex:  “Mom, go downstairs to the living room, ok?”

Me:  “So you want me to go downstairs while you stay upstairs?”

Alex:  “Yes.”

Me:  (laughing)  “So you want me to go to the living room so you can stay upstairs and do something I told you not to do?”

Alex:  “Yes.”

Me:  (grinning)  “Okay, my little wiseguy, what is it that you wanna do, huh?”

Alex:  “Mommmm.”  (insert charming smile here)  “I love you!”

hot-air-balloon-8There is so much more going on inside the minds of children than most adults ever know.  With Hannah– who is, for better or for worse, as talkative as her mama– I know much of her thought process because she can verbalize it.  With Alex, I have to trust what I’m not able to hear.  And whenever I “take it on faith” that there’s a whole world going on inside Alex’s head, there always seems to be a wonderful moment of verification of his amazing imagination and creativity.

One of those moments is actually what prompted me to write today.  The background story is that our bedtime routine for the last couple months has involved my reading chapter books and poetry aloud to the kids.  We’re currently going through the Magic School Bus series (which I recently discovered is Alex’s favorite– see the Happy Birthday post!).  A few nights ago, Alex and Hannah did bedtime with Daddy without me.  Since reading aloud is kinda my thing, they decided to tell a story together instead.  It went like this:

Dad:  Once upon a time

Alex:  in a forest

Hannah:  Tinkerbell

Dad:  and an alligator

Alex:  went to a giant

Hannah:  to make their dreams come true.

Dad:  They dreamed of flying

Alex:  and they flew away on a blue balloon.

magical bookThe End. 

Magical imagination indeed!