It's gone...

Just in case you are wondering where my weight loss journal has gone - I have deleted it. It's a joke really - I don't have the time nor the ability to focus on myself at this time. At the moment my life is my son.

:)

My heart is flowing over...

My heart nearly burst today, because it's so full of these beautiful little people.
















Yes I do love Mop as well... but she was very busy praticing piano while these cheeky two worked the camera.

What a load of rubbish!

Elijah has an obsession. A very unusual obsession. It's a trait of SPD. Obsession over certain things. When he went to the doctor - somewhere he hates - the doctor gave him a urine sample container (clean one!!) with jelly beans in it. Elijah carried that around with him all day; taking them out, licking it, putting it back... and in the end it was a sticky mess - but he wouldn't let go of it.

He's had an obsession about the garbage truck for a month or so now. He absolutely freaks out if he sees one, and tells me we have to go home so he can stand on the trampoline and look at it. It's nowhere near our house. On garbage days (kindy morning as well), he is anxious to go home to get on the tramp and watch for it. He jumps on the tramp for AGES, waiting for it to come by our house. If he hears a truck of any kind up to 2 blocks away, he freaks out, and bolts to the trampoline.

It baffles me. I don't understand it, I really don't. Why the garbage truck?? Somehow, seeing the garbage truck drive past, pick up our garbage and drive away, is one constant he feels he can rely on, and somehow this is something that controls his world. I'm still shaking my head... I don't get it. Oh well... I am not supposed to get it I guess... whatever makes him happy. I dread the day when we miss the truck or have to be out on garbage day - he will not be a happy camper.

9 years have gone by....

... and I love you a thousand times more than the day I married you.



It was the best thing I ever did. You have made my life so rich, so happy and so complete. Happy 9th Anniversary sweetie.

*giggle*

Mop asked me this morning how many anniversaries do we (Daz and I) have. I explained about wedding anniversaries - then our "going out" anniversary. She looked confused, so I explained in simple terms, "It was when Daddy and Mummy became girlfriend and boy friend."

The eyes gave it away. The big blue parts of her eyes were sparkling, they were betraying the giggle that was being stiffled down. Her mouth formed into a smirk before exposing her teeth as her lips stretched into a huge grin.

I have never felt so old in all my life.
I teased her, I giggled and said girlishly "Mummy had a boyfriend"
She laughed and laughed.

Daz and I looked at each other and smiled. Yes, once upon a time we were young once. Before the days of bills, mortgages, children, marriage - were were young and carefree. We went to the movies, we went out for dinner, we went parking... :P

I guess to a 6 year old, 31 is ANCIENT!!

He sure can express himself #1

Today I had take EJ to the doctor to get some forms signed for receiving Carers Allowance. EJ has a phobia of doctors. He was really quite anxious about the whole visit, but I told him that the doctor wouldn't touch him - which was true.
So all day yesterday and all this morning he kept saying to me, "He won't touch me, he won't touch me." ... almost like a self calming mantra. No son, he won't touch you.
So we get to the Doctors, and our new doctor is a big tall African man with a warm wide smile, and sparkling fun eyes. He says hello to EJ - and EJ says "Don't you touch me!" The Doctor thankfully has an amazing sense of humour and laughed heartily. I settled EJ onto a chair in the office and gave him my PDA to play a game on. The doctor mostly read the forms and filled them out. Every now and then he would interrupt EJ to see if he could do something. EJ would stop playing and would do what the doctor said. Towards the end, EJ must have been getting sick of being interrupted, because he looked up from his game, smiled sweetly at the doctor and said "You are very rude!"
Again the doctor laughed loudly, and gave the boy some lollies. I however was feeling the heat rise to my cheeks, and wished that I asked for an assesment on tourettes as well! :)

We are getting somewhere!

I am so amazed at my son.

BEFORE THERAPY/DIAGNOSIS.
Me: E, you can't hit your sister. That was very unkind. You have hurt her!
E: *SCREAM* I DON'T WANT TO! I DON'T WANT TO! NO!! I DON'T WANT TO. *rant, rant and more ranting* - insert meltdown right here.

AFTER:
Me: E, you can't hit your sister. That was very unkind. You have hurt her!
E: *Looks at me, very upset - doesn't utter a word, then runs to his bedroom to calm himself down*

This is a miracle!!
He knows he's about to blow his top, he doesn't want to, so he goes to his room, sulks and sooks for a bit, calms down and then comes out.

He also said a COMPLETE sentence. The words were in the correct order. It was a long sentence - and he said it RIGHT!! That speech therapist is a genius!! He's getting it!!! :)

His kindy teachers have commented on his changes as well - he now initiates conversation, he listens, he asks appropriate questions. This is an area he has struggled in - conversation. He's getting it!! :) I've noticed this at home too.

It's so good to see all the effort being put into him actually working - and making him a happier little man!!

New lyrics in the spirit of Christmas

Daz came into the room chuckling and held out this piece of paper. Mop has been writing song books lately with old favourites, and sometimes made up songs. This time she was writing Christmas songs - and this is an old hit with kids - though with somewhat unusual lyrics. (Translation below)



"Jingle Bells
Jingle Bells
Jingle all the way
On that farm
The easter ride
In the one thou
sooped slay"

HEY!

Ahhh... this girl is full of amusement for her parents lately!! This just adds to the joy we experience in having such a beautiful, clever and creative daughter - we get to laugh at the funny things she does.

She's so irresistably cute!!

A lesson on reproduction

Mop bought home her writing book along with a note from her teacher saying that she wanted to finish her story that she had started in class. Fair enough - so I send Mop on her way to finish it. She comes out half an hour later proudly with her story for me to read.
I start "Once upon a time there were two mated butterflies..."
Mated. What on earth is that?? Is that a breed that I don't know about?? I asked her, "Mop what are mated butterflies?"
And in a tone of voice that said uh.. DUH MUMMY, how come you don't know this, you are after all ancient... she begins to explain.
"It's when they get married and have babies."

Ohhh... THAT mating.

I had to bite my lips and cheeks as I read the rest of the story to not laugh at it and make her feel self-conscious. I want to take her seriously at all times... and laugh my head off when she isn't looking!!