Typical Tuesday Night

As I finish putting away the groceries, I look over to the couch and see he has fallen asleep.  It’s 4:30pm. I brace myself for trouble. For thirty minutes, there is peace.  Little C (my one year-old) and I enjoy a thrown-together meal of leftovers from the fridge while the sleeping beast continues to slumber.Continue reading “Typical Tuesday Night”

“My Butt is getting SO big!”

Laugh: to express mirth, pleasure, derision, or nervousness with an audible, vocal expulsion of air from the lungs that can range from a loud burst of sound to a series of quiet chuckles and is usually accompanied by characteristic facial and bodily movements. …and other hilarious stuff my three year-old says. It’s these kinds ofContinue reading ““My Butt is getting SO big!””

Lost in a Lingo-laden Land

74. The number of terms I’ve come across since the diagnosis of autism spectrum disorder was placed on my child. And the list keeps growing. Just days before we got Big C’s diagnosis of ASD, I’ll never forget what I said to a dear friend of mine with three NT kids (look at me showingContinue reading “Lost in a Lingo-laden Land”

Early Intervention is Key…but wait six months.

Patience = something I don’t have.  I really wish I did.  It’d make life a hell of a lot easier. My impatience leads me to a natural disinclination for doctor’s offices.  I loathe going to the doctor.  Inevitably, you spend more time waiting to see doctors than actually seeing them.  It’s annoying.  I don’t likeContinue reading “Early Intervention is Key…but wait six months.”

“When did you first suspect your son has autism?”

Um, never. Autism was never on our radar, mainly because my husband and I had no real concept of what autism even was (we are learning quickly). Regardless, I have been asked a form of this question by countless therapists, doctors, psychologists, pediatricians, teachers, social workers, friends, and family these past two months.   I’mContinue reading ““When did you first suspect your son has autism?””

When Strangers Call Your Child “Bad”

It was last August, and it still pisses me off. I was with my sister-in-law and her two kids at one of those questionably sanitary play places with all the giant equipment for kids to climb on. I was with my three year-old (spoiler alert: turns out he has autism, but I didn’t realize atContinue reading “When Strangers Call Your Child “Bad””