My son has been bouncing off the walls all weekend, sometimes at 5AM. We got into the backyard for a bit. He's not as bothered by the noise from the people next door putting up a roof, which causes all the dogs in the area to start barking and whining, as I am. He was not even disturbed much when I broke out the weed whacker.
Play is a bit different with an autistic child. Expectations change. The act of throwing and catching a ball with your son is altered, being it rolling a rubber ball or Nerf football down the stairs, or a large play ball off the side of a Radio Flyer.
He's been reading The Very Hungry Caterpillar and identifying the drawings. He's pretty good at it. He takes my hand and uses my finger to point at a picture he doesn't know. I tell him what it is, and he repeats it back to me. He thinks the word salami is the funniest thing he's ever heard.
Speaking of funny, I was looking at a professor rating website and the line, "no wonder her husband left her," really made me laugh. Over ten years later, she's still bringing it up in her classes. Sad and revisionist at the same time.
Did some shopping for the event yesterday, picked up plates, cups, etc. Still need one of the major parties to be allowed into the country. Maybe we'll hear something tomorrow. Maybe this week.
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The Very Hungry Caterpillar is an absolute classic. It was my brother's favourite book when he was a child - I got him a copy for his 21st birthday, in a gift box complete with cuddly caterpillar.
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