I should start this off by talking about how I generally don’t care about gifts, especially those that are for me. That’s what is expected, and really, generally, I don’t care about gifts… but, I’m in lust with consumerism right now. I don’t know why, I’m not that kind of person, like ever, but I keep hearing, “I want” in my head, and its not the echo of Talker’s need to own every lego or video game on the planet, or Enigma’s desire...
I am blogging from outside Enigma’s OT appt. 8am on Friday. I will bitch about that later, I promise. He is doing well, but I wonder if the lack of structure of the summer is causing him to display more “stimming” behaviors, or maybe with him in school, I have just not seen him like this in such proportions. We shall see. He is planning to build a zoo, and I am encouraging the idea of free-range alligators. Chomp. On the kid front, Talker got “spacer” appliances yesterday...
Let me preface this by saying that I may come back to this for more details at some other point. I left my notebook in the car and I’m damn tired. Upon arriving at my grandmother’s house, she already had my martini ingredients out. She’s a wonderful lady. I only ate two jars of olives there… well, maybe three. She made spaghetti for us, and although I requested she put some aside for me before she added the meat, she forgot. Then she told me to pick out the noodles away from...
My youngest son was diagnosed with Autism in 2004, and again in Fall of 2008. In between those diagnoses, he was considered developmentally delayed or “on the spectrum.” In short, my son is autistic, he is on the autism spectrum in a little place they like to call Asperger’s. At least, that’s what its being called this year. What this means, in real life, is that my son is a little strange. Aside from gross and fine motor skills being delayed (but getting better all the time,...
Flashback, 2007: The Enigma began his animal-loving journey with a plea to get a turtle. Prior to this sad, puppy dog-eyed request, The Enigma never really asked for anything, even for his birthday or for Festivus. I was shocked and by damn, I was going to get him a turtle. I hop on my computer and research turtles and discover that the only legal pet turtles in our area are tortoises – Russian tortoises, to be exact. So, I register on a turtle and tortoise forum to research requirements further,...
