Showing posts with label Will. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Will. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

My prayers have been answered!


I’ve complained to my family multiple times about their ability to ignore a ringing phone laying one inch from their fingers.  Usually if I don’t get it no one does.  Today the phone rang once then stopped.  I walked out to the living room.  “Who was on the phone?”  I asked Jacob.

“Huh?” He responded not even bothering to lift his eyes from the computer.  I walked over to him and picked up the phone lying next to the computer.  I scrolled through caller ID and saw that it was my dad.  I hit redial.  My dad was still on the line. 

“Who answered the phone?” I asked.

“I don’t know but someone was pushing numbers.”  He said.

I told him that was me then said I wondered if William answered the phone.  He had.  He’d left it on the stair banister. 

Great!  There is apparently one other person who lives with me that will answer the phone … the only problem is that he won’t say anything when he does and that he doesn’t take messages.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Will Hates Voting


This is actually two posts, but I never posted the first and now it's not.

Living in a House of Illness for Two Weeks

Doesn’t that make you want to come over for dinner?  Ok, I’ll plan on Thursday then.

It started about three weeks ago.  I went in Lizzy’s room to wake her up.  She informed me that she wasn’t going to school because she threw up during the night.  The poor girl stayed home until Friday.  On Saturday Will threw up once.  I thought he was better so I sent him to school on Monday.  I felt bad when his school called and said he had a temperature of 100’.  I picked him up.  On Tuesday, Lizzy’s flute teacher got sick and threw up in the middle of Lizzy’s lesson at our house so I drove her teacher home and picked up the flute teacher’s husband from the train station.  On Wednesday Will went back to school.  But Bri stayed home.  And Jacob stayed home on Thursday.  Friday was a school holiday – which was just as well.

William hates Voting -- Probably Because He’s Unpatriotic

The Tuesday that Will was home because he had a fever on Monday I took him on my errands to get him out of the house.  We first went to the local library (That’s what they say on PBS so that’s what Will says.)  I made Will go upstairs with me first so I could look for a book before we went downstairs to the important Dr. Suess containing part.  I wasted his compliant time looking for a movie to watch and he was impatient during my “look for a book time.”  There was some pinching and yelling.  But since the library does not specifically ban yelling but rather focuses on whispering I figure that it was fine.

Will was in a delightful mood by the time we arrived at the elementary school to vote.  I got my ballot and walked over to the booth to mark it.  I glanced at Will in the next booth who was busily marking up the example ballot directions hanging on the wall of the booth.  (He also may or may not have written his name) I tried to stop him but he really wanted to fill in the empty ovals.  I was a little flustered and finished as quickly as I could.  I had Will in one hand and my ballot in the other and stopped at the desk to have me marked down as having voted.  

Will was completely done by this point and started to pinch me.  I used my modified Karate Kid Wax Off move to block him, paired with a “Quiet Hands” instruction.  Something I’ve frequently done in the past but this time it went horribly wrong!  Probably because I was still looking at the people sitting at the desk.  When I twisted my arm away from Will’s talons and brought my elbow around and down, my hand followed and my thumb hit Will forehead.  Usually that would not be a problem … however, this particular day happened to be one of the approximately 17 days per year that I haven’t ripped off my fingernails thus I had something resembling girl fingernails; and my thumb nailed Will in the forehead.  And there was a little blood and there was some crying and there was some apologizing and there was some more pinching.  And I had just told the people at the desk my name and address.  I slunk out of the elementary school pulling my crying 12 year-old behind me and waited for DCF to appear at my door.

But they never came.  I can only assume that someone recognized the Karate Kid Wax Off move as a purely defensive maneuver.  

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Easter Sunday (Subtitled: Another reason to be sad that you don’t sit behind us at church)


During the sacrament Will crumpled a piece a paper.  He handed it to me with the instruction, “Trash.”  I took the paper from him and put it on the other side of me planning on throwing it away after the meeting.  Will reached around me grabbed the paper, stood up, walked down the aisle, bumped two deacons out his way and ran out of the chapel.  Since I knew where he was going I stayed in my seat.  Two minutes later he returned, bumped the same two deacons out his way made his way back to the pew and sat down beside me.

Later in the meeting, during a beautiful musical number,Will leaned over my lap and started chanting, "I'm cursed, I'm cursed!"  The people in the pew behind us started giggling.  I put my fingers over Will's mouth and tried to shush him.  He just peeled them off and started saying it again.  I looked down at the rest of my family.  Their shoulders were convulsing with laugher which was tremendously helpful because then Will realized he was sooo funny!

Well played Autism, well played!

Sunday, February 19, 2012

I picked a good week to miss church


… Or so my husband informed me when I returned home.  The ward choir was making its way up to stand when Will stood up to go with them.  Now it’s not entirely unreasonable for Will to go up with them because I’ve had him sit by me during choir practice.  Since Will LOVES music, I thought maybe he’d like singing with the choir.  And I thought maybe if we started now in a few years he might be interested in actually singing along with a group, using the actual lyrics.  Since currently during choir practice he mostly practices pinching (he’s awesome at that) and asks if he can leave.  

Once, however, he sang along with the Ohhs – though not in tune despite his usually perfect pitch. 

Will never has willing gone up to the stand to sing with a group even though the primary children usually sing several times a year.  So I imagine my husband was surprised and well as concerned when Will stood up and tried to scoot past him.  My husband grabbed Will and held on.  Will finally sat back down.  … Then went the other way … over the family sitting next to us on the pew.  (No children were injured during his escape although some adults were squished.)

My husband followed Will up to the stand, the choir director looked at Will but bravely started.  My husband figured that Will probably just wanted to see the page number of the song they were going to sing and then would be willing to return to his seat but Will walked past the piano to the hymn number board.  There was a gap and the numbers needed to be moved up.  Will fixed it doubtless to the great relief of the congregation.

Later during singing time the children played a Wheel of Fortune game.  Will asked for a capital A.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Stuff My Kids Say


“Lizzy, you’re wonderful!”
“I know.”
After changing the bandage on Bri’s back, I said, “Brianne, I’m like a nurse.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Jacob, go clean the toilet.”
“That’s not on my job list.”
“One fish, two fish.”
“Move please.”
“All done.”

Friday, December 16, 2011

Bri’s Christmas Concert


I enlisted Jacob to babysit Will so I could go listen to Brianne.  I haven’t taken Will to one of Bri’s concerts since I realized that it was absurd to bring music with headphones to a concert and bring books to distract him then spend most of the concert stressing about Will yelling and ruining the concert for everyone else.  So I leave him home and we’re both happier.

Bri had to be there an hour early to rehearse so I brought my iPad to play solitaire on because it’s totally worth it to buy an iPad to play games on because it is so difficult to find anything else you can play that on. 

Moving on.

An older man was interested in the iPad so I told him a little about it.  I mentioned that my son loved the Dr. Suess books on the iPad and that we were slowly buying every book as it came out.  He asked how old my son was.

“12, he has autism.”  I added because something needed to be said to explain his age and interest in Dr. Suess.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

“Girls like boys who have skills”

I cajoled Brianne into taking Will for a walk around the neighborhood as part of our “Reduce the Mass of William” Campaign.  (Don’t give me grief – you would do the same if your twelve year-old was about double the size of your fourteen year-old!)  Will does not love to go on walks.

They had walked up the short hill and down the long when Will took off across the lawn towards a house.  Bri saw that the TV was on in the house and was worried that Will was going to burst through the door and sit down!  She grabbed hold of his arm.  “Will stop!”  She commanded.  He ignored her command and dragged her towards the door.  (He also has about 50 pounds on my fifteen year-old.)

He ran the doorbell.

Bri was embarrassed until my friend Cheryl answered the door.  Will looked at Cheryl.  He walked over to her car, opened the door and got in.  When Bri followed him, Will locked the door.  Cheryl looked at Will and went to get her purse.  She drove him home.

Brianne – point, set, match to Will.

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Party!


My power is back on!  My power is back on!  My power is back on! 

It’s a good thing because otherwise I think Will might have lost his mind.  He tried to go to bed at 8:00pm today.

It was actually pretty sad.  He came home from school and played on his iPad until it died then tried the TV and computer.  “Car, please.”  He asked.

“Where do you want to go?”  I asked.

“Home.”

“… uh, Will, we are home.  Do you want to go to Pete’s house?”

“Yes.”

He wanted to go to Pete’s because he knew that Pete had power and Blue’s Clues on demand.

So we went.  

I told Marcy I got her guest room.  I figured that was alright because I already had filled her fridge and freezer with the contents of mine.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Helicopter Mom


Sometimes I don’t think things through completely.  I would have made the same decision if I had thought it through mind you; but I’d had worried about it more.  I signed Will up for three day, five hour per day vacation week activity.  Since Will tends to spend his free days transcribing The Foot Book while listening to Dr. Seuss’ books read on You Tube Videos I thought it would be good for him to spend his time more productively (he can waste time once he gets home).  And frankly, there is no possible way for me to devote five solid hours to enriching Will’s life without driving myself a little insane and ignoring all my other children.

I dropped him off this morning.  He was a little anxious because he’d only met two of the adults and hasn’t seen them for a year and I doubt he remembered them.  I’d explained to him what was going to happen but I don’t blame him for being anxious.  So, I wrote him a social story with his day’s activities and a schedule with activities he could cross off as they finished.  Today the plan was to go to Plaster Fun Time, out for lunch, then back to the center for crafts and coloring.  What’s not to like?  This week they’re also taking them to go mini-golfing and bowling with lunch out every day.  Only one other kid signed up!  Crazy, huh?  It was $50 for the week and that probably doesn’t even cover the full cost of the activities and lunch.
 
I stayed for 40 minutes.  I told them to call me if they needed anything.  I had to refrain myself from offering to come along.  When I picked up Will this afternoon.  They said that the other kid never showed up.  And they raved about Will because well, let’s face it – he’s awesome, and adorable, and super cute!  So, he added three more people to his fan club.

They mentioned that tomorrow only two adults would be going with Will.  Wow, usually he’s in a two-to-one and today he was in a one-to-three.  I can see Will pulling the “I’m helpless” card with a little topping of the “batting of eyelashes” because, you know, that always works with his mother.

Monday, February 7, 2011

If Will Went Wild

And got a tattoo I know what it would say.  Not that I think that is likely as he is not self-injurious and I think social services would be called if I dragged my autistic 11 year-old into a parlor and said, “I want a ‘I heart my mom’ tattoo on his chest.”

If Will got a tattoo it would cover much of his leg, and in very large letters it would say …

March 2003



Coming soon on video and DVD

(btw – those circles are windows, and isn’t that the most adorable way to draw a window you’ve ever seen?  Yeah, I thought so.)

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Brilliancy (Since there’s no reason not to be self-congratulatory as well)

I invented a new word yesterday.  I sometimes do that.  (Often because words get twisted on my tongue, sometimes because I can’t access the word I want to say in my brain.)

I was heading over to Marcy’s house to babysit Pete.  Pete just got an iPad for Christmas/Hanukkah.  He brought it to MyGym on Monday and Will thought it might be his.  It wasn’t a big deal -- just a little iPad confusion.  But I didn’t want Will and Pete fighting over one.  I asked Marcy if Pete was playing with his.  She said, “He might.”

I told her that I’d bring Will’s ipad over.  “I don’t want them to get into an iFight.”

That’s my new word … iFight.  I know …  it’s awesome, right?  It just came to me.

iFight: verb \Ä«fÄ«t\ 

 1. to engage in battle over possession of an iPad; or an attempt to defend one’s iPad from an adversary determined to open a different app and/or touch your iPad. 

2.  to look on anxiously while someone touches your iPad, only able to restrain yourself for a short time before pinching the usurper of your iPad to regain possession.

3. a skirmish, occasionally between Will, who only has about 10 things he really likes (and the iPad is one of the 10) and some unsuspecting person  who sees the iPad, says “cool, can I look at that” before reaching out.  Will’s answer is no.



Thursday, October 28, 2010

Brothers

Jake came up to me and very seriously said, “Mom, I asked Will three questions:  What is your favorite color?  What is your favorite shape?  And what is your favorite letter?”  The answers were purple, a triangle and M mmm, monkey.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Piano

Will had his first piano lesson yesterday.  He loved it.  He was adorable!  He learned to play the ABC song.  I think he’ll really like this and he’ll be so happy to play songs that he likes on the piano.  He loves music and anything that helps organize his brain can only help him. 

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Change

It’s harder to gear up this school year.  Last Tuesday, after all my kids were on a bus I started to freak out; I called Marcy, “I’m antsy.”  I told her.  “I don’t know what wrong.”

“It’s the first time you’ve been alone in months.”  She said.  “You’ll be fine.”

At Will’s back to school night.  I talked to his special ed. teacher about his math curriculum and told her I’d send in a spelling list for him to work on.  Although Will can decode at a higher level, his comprehension and fluency place him at a D reading level.  But since he’s my boy he has splinter skills.  He is a better speller than Jake.  In my inexpert opinion he probably spells at a fourth grade level.  

I scrolled though a few of the close to three thousand notes he’s written to find misspelled words – there aren’t many.  It wasn’t as much work to type them as it sounds since probably a thousand of the notes only consist of the word “thy.”  Why?  I don’t know.  Maybe he likes how it sounds.  I could start using it.  No, too much work.

I noticed a few things.  First – contractions he’s got “they’ve” down but doesn’t know them all.  He gets confused with homonyms such as to, too and two; or bee and be; knew and new. His punctuation isn’t perfect.  He loves typing …… And he misspelled: noise, organize, immediately, proudly, extra and energy among other words.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Two Kisses

I stopped Will at the sink.  I’d sent him to get a drink of water.  “I want two kisses.”  I told him.  He looked at me and considered my request.  “One, two.”  I said and I leaned in, trapping him between me and the countertop and kissed him.  He laughed.

“Two kisses.”  He responded and kissed me.  “One,” he looked me in the eye and pursed his lips.  He kissed me.  He paused.  “Two.”  He said with pursed lips and a giggle.  And kissed me again.

Friday, August 27, 2010

A Lazy Afternoon Exfoliating at the Autism Day Spa


[Guest posting – while Mother of 4 is on Vacation] 

While my wife was watching the other kids take surfing lessons, I kept an eye on William as he played in the surf.  This is a favorite activity, but William has a unique low-energy style of playing in the ocean.  He wades out until the water is knee-deep and sits down.  He lets the incoming waves push him over, then lays there.  He likes feeling the waves roll him back and forth, and the undertow wash the sand out from under him.  I tried to think of a name for it; “wounded walrus,” “dying dolphin” and “bobbing blubber” came to mind.  It’s a gentle, relaxing, sandy exfoliation, while working on his plumbers’ tan.  Will can do this for hours.

Occasionally the seagulls would swerve close by, to see if the waves had washed in a big meal.  William’s body shape means his shorts often sag.  At the beach he’s usually showing some crack.  His unique swimming style accumulates a lot of sand in his shorts.  About 20 minutes into the swim, Will decided clothes were no longer necessary and stood up to take his swimsuit off.  I caught hold of his shorts when they were at his knees, which is a good thing, because once one leg is out it becomes a much harder process to reverse.  “No pants,” he said firmly.  “Yes, you must wear pants,” I replied, conscious of the many beachgoers around us now exposed to a very white bum. “Pants are ALL DONE!” he said emphatically.  As I struggled to pull his soggy shorts up, he expressed his displeasure by readying a double tricep pinch.  I could either endure the pinch and keep his shorts on or save my arms.  I chose to take the pinch while I pulled his shorts back up.

Will would occasionally reach into his shorts to remove a handful of sand to lighten the accumulated load.  One time after he was washed the sand away he held up a small object between thumb and forefinger for inspection.  I thought it was a crab shell or a pebble at first… but this is what he held between his fingers:



“Lobster is all done,” he said, dropping the marble-sized object into my palm.  I thought he meant it was dead, but no, it was very much alive and immediately began kicking to try to dig back into the sand.  By “all done” he meant “I am done having this in my pants.” 

I had to look up what the ugly little beast was – “lobster” was a great approximation.  All it lacked were claws.  Emerita Decapoda Anomura (if you want the Latin name), commonly called a “mole crab”, “sand flea”, “sand crab”, “beach hopper”, or “lookie cookie.”  They are a genus of hard-shell, oval-shaped crustaceans found on both coasts.  I wouldn’t want one in my pants, either.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Progress

It’s been a productive week for Will’s programming, a little upsetting but exciting too.  Will has done an activity schedule since he was three or four.  For the last few months I wanted to change the setup.  He used a three ring binder that had choices of activities velcroed on the first page.  He’d pick an activity, put the word on the Velcro in the middle of a page, do the activity, turn the page, and pick another activity.  Neither Joan nor I were thrilled with the activities as many of them weren’t age appropriate but it’s hard to come up with new ones.

Will is eleven.  When he is twenty I don’t want him flipping colored plastic pages in a three-ring binder choosing activities.  He doesn’t need that level of support now.  He will even stick out more if he does that in nine years.  I thought about how to change it for a while and came up with a recipe card box.  

On the inside of the lid I wrote “Activity Schedule” 

Pick
1
2
3
4
 
I am all done.

This was a big change from before when he knew how many activities to do based on how many colored pages there were before the “I am all done” page.

Then I wrote on three green cards:  Choose from these activities, Working On and Done.  On a pink card I wrote I’m done.  I wrote on individual cards activities he can choose from and put a timer in the box because many activities have a time limit.  The idea is that he will pick an activity from his choice pile, move the card to Working On, then when he is finished move the card to the done pile.  

The hardest part of doing an activity schedule for Will is coming up with activities he can do independently.  He’d rather play on the computer, or iPad or listen to music all day.  But I think it’s important that he has non-electronic activities as well.  I’m trying to expand his interests.  Joan worked on a word search with him this week.  He likes it but it’s hard.  It’s fascinating how it works with him.  I tried doing word searches with him over a year ago.  He loves letters, spelling, typing, writing so I knew if he figured it out he would probably love it.  And then he would have a leisure skill for life!  But he wasn’t ready.  Now he is.  I tried to teach him how to use a keyboard when he was little and gave up in frustration, a year later he came home from school and could do it – and hasn’t stopped since.  It’s hard to come up with things he likes.  But if we don’t spend sometimes significant amounts of time teaching him how to do something he can’t make that determination.  So, often we spend a lot of time teaching him how to play a game, for example, only to find out he doesn’t like it.  Or does he?  It’s complicated.  When we walk down the street sometimes I try to explain things.  Occasionally he’ll listen.  But often he says, “All done.”  Translation: stop talking before I pinch you.

On Wednesday, he picked legos as a choice in his activities schedule.  He stuck legos haphazardly on the clear plastic ignoring the design below he was suppose to copy.  Suddenly a light went on my head.  He was BORED!  I ran in the playroom and grabbed a couple handfuls of legos.  I put them in front of Will.  He started playing with them.  I hate it when people underestimate Will because of his disability and verbal scripting!  And I hate it even more when I do it!  Even though Will needed to start with learning to play with legos by copying designs, he was past that.  And suddenly I realized that he had been past that point for several months.  He doesn’t verbally acknowledge boredom with activities and will continue to choose activities he doesn’t like because he is rigid.  I need to step up my game.
Joan and I also started doing dry showers with Will during his therapy session.  I’d like him to be able to shower independently by the time he is a teenager.  With a dry shower Will keeps on his clothes and pretends to take a shower.  Then I follow up by doing it with him when he takes one.  I like the dry shower because it’s more respectful of his privacy.  If we have to, we can give him a real shower but I don’t think we will.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Will’s Party

Will had his first birthday party with friends ever on Saturday.  It was awesome!  We played party games, had a scavenger hunt, played charades . . . kidding!  But it was still awesome.  I had a lot of “mom” friends from his school that I wanted to invite but I decided his party couldn’t be about me.  So, I invited his favorite friends from school.  And I talked to him all week to prepare him for kids coming over to see him.  He has a tendency to disappear when a lot of people come over and I wanted him to have fun and interact with people. 

On the invitation I said we had a trampoline, two swings and a fenced backyard.  (No party games.) My friend Cat came over and made balloon animals, guns whatever the kids wanted for two hours.  Pete painted himself with a Popsicle, three autistic kids jumped together on the trampoline, Brian didn’t want to leave and Will only left the party to watch his new DVD Toy Story so I consider it a pretty successful party.

Monday, June 28, 2010

Capital E, lowercase n, lowercase d, lowercase l, lowercase e, lowercase s, lowercase s

Yesterday Will wanted me to scribe for him.  "Capital A," he said, followed by a "lowercase n, lowercase d." ... It made for slow writing.  If I knew the word, which happened frequently because he asked me to write the same song lines over and over again, I would write letter before he told me to.  Then he'd quickly grab the notebook away and inspect the words.  He erased the wrong words and occasionally, if it was beyond repair, rip the page out, crumble it up and drop it on the floor.  It was basically 45 minutes of good times.

Will is out of school this week, so I made him go for a walk with me this morning in the heat.  We both loved it.  The poor kid gets 6 make up therapy hours this week but I think it's good for him to have something to do.

Monday, March 29, 2010

I've heard this song roughly 500 times in the last two days



It's a good thing that we're Glee fans! But to make it even more adorable ... Will sometimes sings part of the song.
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