Showing posts with label Legos. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Legos. Show all posts

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Storytime

Our local library has a "sensory storytime" for children on the spectrum or with other special needs. We went once last year but at the time we were still struggling with the whole 'get in/get out of the car' process. So we hadn't been back. We've pretty much mastered that now so I signed us up again.

Well... Sensory storytime was a bust.

The room was double booked so storytime was out in the kids area. And there were a LOT of kiddos there. 

Okay like ten, but that's 10x more than he can usually handle. And then add in the parents. And it was a different librarian. And there were drawers of shared Thomas and lego toys. Yeah.

He really did okay though until the bubbles. Bubble. MACHINE. That was just all kinds of exciting. So there he was, flapping his hands and doing what we call his "scarecrow dance." Super scrumptiously happy.

Then ear hitting/face slapping panic when it was over.

We didn't even get to check out the book he'd picked out. He was done.

Oh well.

We tried.

#AutismAwareness
#WhenSimpleThingsAreHard

<3

Pic of me carrying my 5 year old one block back to our car. Post-storytime.Yeah.

Friday, October 24, 2014

T.G.I.F

So.
My Boy did some new things.

He:
1. Got Legos wet yesterday at OT without screaming. He didn't enjoy it, but he did it. He loves water. Loves. But wet Legos are poisonous. K? K.

2. He did not put on socks after getting his hands wet at OT. No, I don't know. It his thing, k? K.

3. He sat down and played/shared with a male child he's only seen a few times at OT. He lasted about 5 minutes. It typically takes us months of regular contact to get to this point. Dunno whuz up there.

4. He got himself a drink this morning. No biggie except 2 months ago he couldn't even tell us (or seem to know) when he was thirsty. Now he's getting it himself? Huh?




The kicker is though that this morning we are on orange alert. He's seriously about to pop an anxiety rocket. Like his body/emotions can't keep up with the new things his brain is doing.

He's pacing. He's verbally stimming. He's screaming in spurts.

Let's call this a psychic mommy warning;

Do not approach. 
Do not make eye contact. 
Do not speak unless spoken to. 
Stand ready.

Meltdoowwwwwnnnzz a comin.


Pic of my Boy yesterday in OT with a Lego Boat. In the water. His OT sent it to me. Because she couldn't believe it.