Yesterday at the Sox game there was a teenage boy behind us who was cleary on the autism spectrum. Between his verbal stimming and covering his ears in anticipation for the loud crowd noises, his mom kept telling him camp is tomorrow not today, you get on the bus on Monday, today us only Sunday. I hope Mitchell is that excited to go to camp still in 10 yrs.
We are halfway through the second season of summer camp through Tri-County SRA. I am so glad we found the special rec association and it is so close to us. I don't know how I could possibly keep Mitchell occupied all day as well as give the other kids the attention they deserve. The counselors are awesome and have genuinely care for all these kids. Last year I was hesitant to send Mitchell but he fell in love with the camp right away. This year the counselors have commented on much Mitchell has grown since last year, he plays well "with" the other kids, cleans up and sits with the group appropriately. The fact that he has outgrown biting others is a bonus. I am so proud of him and all his hard work. Last week they finally got to hear him actually speak for the first time. First they were reading a book about letters and when they got to O, Mitchell stood up and started yelling P P then when asked if he needed help with his shoes he responded yes! Camp is just as excited about his progress as we are. Tri-County SRA rocks and I am so happy to have them in our lives. Steven & Caroline say Mitchell is so lucky to go to camp and do all the fun stuff. I tell them they're right but they are also very lucky they can make friends in a way Mitchell doesn't know how to... yet.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011
How Time Flies.....
When your having fun. That must be what I do everyday because before I know it it's Thursday already. This was such a fun and busy holiday weekend/week. We had waterslide fun, BBQs, swimming, fireworks and we can't forget the waste Steve was up to his elbows in.
We went into the weekend with a bang! It started Wed night when Mitchell came up from the basement with his excited I need to show you something look and was wet. Crap! Downstairs Grace was sticking marble run peices into a recently flushed toilet. I mopped up the mess and cleaned out the toilet and locked the door on my way out. Flash forward to Saturday afternoon and Mitchell has found his way into the crawlspace. Steve opens up the furnace room door to see water on the floor and realizes the ejector pump is not working. Here's where the waste come in. Steve has to scoop out the water sitting on top of the pump before opening to see what's inside. I said it should bs clean water since I locked the bathroom door Wed night no biggy right? Ha! Guess who used the bathroom since then? At least it was his own he was sifting through. We called the plumber, purchased a new ejector pump and removed 5 marble run peices from the motor. Pump is saved until Steve & plumber are talking and old but working falls over & the pipe cracks. So we are keeping the new one.
Next came the pool party that was going great and then Mitchell decided he no longer wanted to wear anything. Always a good laugh. We brought the waterslide to party #2 so Mitchell kept running into the house and laying on everyone's pillows all wet and Grace harassed the dog. Steven actually stayed late with Steve for fireworks which was a first. Oh and I almost forgot When I was packing our bag to leave Mitchell crawled under the fence to get out to the front yard. Luckily there was a gate right there because I'm not in good enough shape to be hopping fences. Unbelievably all the kids went to bed during fireworks in the neighborhood and slept through them.
We went into the weekend with a bang! It started Wed night when Mitchell came up from the basement with his excited I need to show you something look and was wet. Crap! Downstairs Grace was sticking marble run peices into a recently flushed toilet. I mopped up the mess and cleaned out the toilet and locked the door on my way out. Flash forward to Saturday afternoon and Mitchell has found his way into the crawlspace. Steve opens up the furnace room door to see water on the floor and realizes the ejector pump is not working. Here's where the waste come in. Steve has to scoop out the water sitting on top of the pump before opening to see what's inside. I said it should bs clean water since I locked the bathroom door Wed night no biggy right? Ha! Guess who used the bathroom since then? At least it was his own he was sifting through. We called the plumber, purchased a new ejector pump and removed 5 marble run peices from the motor. Pump is saved until Steve & plumber are talking and old but working falls over & the pipe cracks. So we are keeping the new one.
Next came the pool party that was going great and then Mitchell decided he no longer wanted to wear anything. Always a good laugh. We brought the waterslide to party #2 so Mitchell kept running into the house and laying on everyone's pillows all wet and Grace harassed the dog. Steven actually stayed late with Steve for fireworks which was a first. Oh and I almost forgot When I was packing our bag to leave Mitchell crawled under the fence to get out to the front yard. Luckily there was a gate right there because I'm not in good enough shape to be hopping fences. Unbelievably all the kids went to bed during fireworks in the neighborhood and slept through them.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
A Day To Remember
I was just thinking yesterday how my rating scale for good/bad days probably differs greatly from others. Friday was a good day. Not because anything special happened but because it was much better than Thursday. Today was a great day, I'll explain why this is.
On Thursday I woke a little after 6am to the giggles of 3 girls who just weren't tired anymore. A few hours later as we all (3 of mine & 2 extra) piled into the van to pick up Mitchll from school and drive to camp I realized I hadn't replaced the seat I took out a few weeks back. No big deal, I'll just put it back in. Ha ha. Things don't go that smoothly for me most of the time. 15 minutes later we are at the school still trying to figure it out. I took the seat out, why can't I get it back in? I give up, I'm ready to scream, we drive off with Steven sitting illegally in the front seat, a folded bucket seat sitting unattached in the 2nd row and I'm praying I don't get pulled over. We arrive home safely after dropping Mitchell at camp and my mom shows up to help me. Thank goodness she figured it out because I couldn't drive all the way to Hometown illegally to drop of the 2 extras later on. The rest of the night went fairly well. This was a not so good day, but there hav been worse.
Friday was uneventful. Summer school, camp and therapy. Ran like a well oiled machine. No tantrums or upsets and I don't even recall the 2 olders kids even arguing with me. Steve was out until after bedtime but there wasn't any trouble. This is a good day.
A great day is one I have to make note of. It doesn't mean the entire day was all candy canes & gumdrops but there are bits of sprinkles here & there. Today Mitchell said 3 little words most moms of 5 yr olds hear all the time. We play a game of chase where we end up squishing on his bed pillows and I always tell him I love him. He looks intently at my eyes then my mouth trying to form sounds with his own. Once I heard the sounds but it was more just repeating the inflectin in my voice. Today, Mitchell came in from playing on the waterslide for a hug. He grabbed my chin and said "I" "I" so I said "I love you" and responded "I wuv you.". And that is all it takes to move the day way up to the top of my rating scale.
On Thursday I woke a little after 6am to the giggles of 3 girls who just weren't tired anymore. A few hours later as we all (3 of mine & 2 extra) piled into the van to pick up Mitchll from school and drive to camp I realized I hadn't replaced the seat I took out a few weeks back. No big deal, I'll just put it back in. Ha ha. Things don't go that smoothly for me most of the time. 15 minutes later we are at the school still trying to figure it out. I took the seat out, why can't I get it back in? I give up, I'm ready to scream, we drive off with Steven sitting illegally in the front seat, a folded bucket seat sitting unattached in the 2nd row and I'm praying I don't get pulled over. We arrive home safely after dropping Mitchell at camp and my mom shows up to help me. Thank goodness she figured it out because I couldn't drive all the way to Hometown illegally to drop of the 2 extras later on. The rest of the night went fairly well. This was a not so good day, but there hav been worse.
Friday was uneventful. Summer school, camp and therapy. Ran like a well oiled machine. No tantrums or upsets and I don't even recall the 2 olders kids even arguing with me. Steve was out until after bedtime but there wasn't any trouble. This is a good day.
A great day is one I have to make note of. It doesn't mean the entire day was all candy canes & gumdrops but there are bits of sprinkles here & there. Today Mitchell said 3 little words most moms of 5 yr olds hear all the time. We play a game of chase where we end up squishing on his bed pillows and I always tell him I love him. He looks intently at my eyes then my mouth trying to form sounds with his own. Once I heard the sounds but it was more just repeating the inflectin in my voice. Today, Mitchell came in from playing on the waterslide for a hug. He grabbed my chin and said "I" "I" so I said "I love you" and responded "I wuv you.". And that is all it takes to move the day way up to the top of my rating scale.
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