About a Boy
I had a bit of shitty afternoon. And it really shouldn't have been something that affected me much but it did. It was petty but it was hurtful and I decided to make a big pasta dinner with some garlic bread paired with a nice cabernet sauvignon. I gathered my purse and headed home, determined to not wallow in self-pity. I got home and immediately the smell of wine hit me. The Nanny and the Kid were both sober and so I wondered if it was our poltergeist again. Yes, we have a poltergeist. Or at least I like to think we do or else someone is going to have to sit me down to talk about my blackouts.
So the smell permeated the apartment and before I could ask, the Nanny quickly explained that the Kid had knocked a bottle of wine off the counter. Nooooo!!! Not the cabernet!!! GAAAAH! I could tell that the Kid was very aware of his faux pas and he turned himself into a one-boy act involving hugging me while pushing me out of the kitchen. Nice try, kid. I luckily had another bottle so all was fine again. Dinner was consumed, I offloaded my shitty afternoon onto the Husband and then read to the Kid from my Kindle, praying that it wouldn't take too long for the Kid to pass out. Which brings me to a post about the Kid; updates, huzzah!
The Kid has been an absolute joy which seems to be the new status quo these past few months. Our weekends are chilled, the Kid no longer has tantrums and our bedtimes for the most part have rocked. I'm not including last night in this post of praise because dear lord I almost sold him on ebay. A little backstory: Yesterday the Kid went to daycare and around 11:45, the Husband went to pick him up. When he arrived, he was informed that the Kid had passed out and that they would call the Husband when he woke up. The Husband texted me and told me the situation and ever the optimist I responded with "Well, at least he finally stayed past noon. Amirite?"
Well, that kerblasted nap meant he did not fall asleep until 10 p.m. Ugh! The frustration! Otherwise things have been awesome. Everyday he cracks me up and gives me a little glimpse into what is deep inside him and I believe it is a mix of crotchety old Jewish grandfather and Matthew Mcconaughney on speed.
Last week I was feeling a little fatalistic about his future. His language has regressed and yet his behaviour has become stellar. Sometimes I get into a bit of a funk and start singing "Papa, can you hear me?" and then I cry a little. I went to pick him up at lunchtime and one of the daycare providers came up to me and said "He has been great! And look, I took some pictures of him!" she pulled out her digital camera and showed me a picture of him on the back of tricycle that a little girl was using to transport him. "He is interacting a little with the other kids!" she exclaimed excitedly. I didn't have the heart to tell her that that isn't a developmental milestone. No, that is the Kid getting himself a girl slave. In fact, all the kids love him at his daycare. His name is called out in excitement when he walks in. Yesterday when I brought him in, one little boy lost his fangirl mind and screamed "Mama! It's RAPHAEL! RAPHAEL IS HERE! HI RAPHAEL! HI!!!!"
Of course, the Kid ignored him like he does every other kid. I think this is the key to his popularity - he effing could not care less and it drives the other kids nuts! And, the funny thing is, I spied a small smile on the Kid's face when that little boy lost his mind. I think the Kid is trolling us. I need more proof. And the popularity doesn't stop at the daycare. Oh no. On Sunday the Husband took him to the playground and two other kids went up to him and also greeted him. I honestly don't know how he does it. Hats off.
So what is our plan for the next couple of months? First off, we have finally finished with the second round of ergotherapy. It was super beneficial when we first started but towards the end, we noticed that it was just a form of glorified playing... very expensive glorified playing. We are currently waiting to hear about an intern for the Kid at daycare and hopefully once that happens, the Kid can finally stay past noon. Also, I talked to my awesome therapist on Saturday and she will do a few sessions with him over December and will come up with some suggestions on what we should focus on and on December 16th we have a meeting at the autism centre. A dear friend also asked her friend (who is a psychiatrist) if he knew of any specialists in autism and he sent her a link. It is close to where we live and I am hoping we can get an appointment soon. I feel very confident that we will find something for him and that the best is yet to come. I'm just waiting for the day when I look outside the Kid's room and see a pint-sized John Cusack playing Peter Gabriel. Sigh.
And so those are some mini updates. Things are truly looking up and it is pretty amazing. Last year on Thanksgiving was the worst day of my life and now, almost a year later, I see how far we have come. We have had our struggles but day by day, things have improved. Upwards and onwards and somebody slap me when I get a little down. Thanks.
So the smell permeated the apartment and before I could ask, the Nanny quickly explained that the Kid had knocked a bottle of wine off the counter. Nooooo!!! Not the cabernet!!! GAAAAH! I could tell that the Kid was very aware of his faux pas and he turned himself into a one-boy act involving hugging me while pushing me out of the kitchen. Nice try, kid. I luckily had another bottle so all was fine again. Dinner was consumed, I offloaded my shitty afternoon onto the Husband and then read to the Kid from my Kindle, praying that it wouldn't take too long for the Kid to pass out. Which brings me to a post about the Kid; updates, huzzah!
The Kid has been an absolute joy which seems to be the new status quo these past few months. Our weekends are chilled, the Kid no longer has tantrums and our bedtimes for the most part have rocked. I'm not including last night in this post of praise because dear lord I almost sold him on ebay. A little backstory: Yesterday the Kid went to daycare and around 11:45, the Husband went to pick him up. When he arrived, he was informed that the Kid had passed out and that they would call the Husband when he woke up. The Husband texted me and told me the situation and ever the optimist I responded with "Well, at least he finally stayed past noon. Amirite?"
Well, that kerblasted nap meant he did not fall asleep until 10 p.m. Ugh! The frustration! Otherwise things have been awesome. Everyday he cracks me up and gives me a little glimpse into what is deep inside him and I believe it is a mix of crotchety old Jewish grandfather and Matthew Mcconaughney on speed.
Last week I was feeling a little fatalistic about his future. His language has regressed and yet his behaviour has become stellar. Sometimes I get into a bit of a funk and start singing "Papa, can you hear me?" and then I cry a little. I went to pick him up at lunchtime and one of the daycare providers came up to me and said "He has been great! And look, I took some pictures of him!" she pulled out her digital camera and showed me a picture of him on the back of tricycle that a little girl was using to transport him. "He is interacting a little with the other kids!" she exclaimed excitedly. I didn't have the heart to tell her that that isn't a developmental milestone. No, that is the Kid getting himself a girl slave. In fact, all the kids love him at his daycare. His name is called out in excitement when he walks in. Yesterday when I brought him in, one little boy lost his fangirl mind and screamed "Mama! It's RAPHAEL! RAPHAEL IS HERE! HI RAPHAEL! HI!!!!"
Of course, the Kid ignored him like he does every other kid. I think this is the key to his popularity - he effing could not care less and it drives the other kids nuts! And, the funny thing is, I spied a small smile on the Kid's face when that little boy lost his mind. I think the Kid is trolling us. I need more proof. And the popularity doesn't stop at the daycare. Oh no. On Sunday the Husband took him to the playground and two other kids went up to him and also greeted him. I honestly don't know how he does it. Hats off.
So what is our plan for the next couple of months? First off, we have finally finished with the second round of ergotherapy. It was super beneficial when we first started but towards the end, we noticed that it was just a form of glorified playing... very expensive glorified playing. We are currently waiting to hear about an intern for the Kid at daycare and hopefully once that happens, the Kid can finally stay past noon. Also, I talked to my awesome therapist on Saturday and she will do a few sessions with him over December and will come up with some suggestions on what we should focus on and on December 16th we have a meeting at the autism centre. A dear friend also asked her friend (who is a psychiatrist) if he knew of any specialists in autism and he sent her a link. It is close to where we live and I am hoping we can get an appointment soon. I feel very confident that we will find something for him and that the best is yet to come. I'm just waiting for the day when I look outside the Kid's room and see a pint-sized John Cusack playing Peter Gabriel. Sigh.
And so those are some mini updates. Things are truly looking up and it is pretty amazing. Last year on Thanksgiving was the worst day of my life and now, almost a year later, I see how far we have come. We have had our struggles but day by day, things have improved. Upwards and onwards and somebody slap me when I get a little down. Thanks.
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