When I look around blog land, it seems a lot of us have been taking some time off. I doubt many are relaxing, because it seems to be the rule.. you need a vacation, after your vacation.
Christmas in the Levin house was fun and festive. My oldest son living in Fl, returned for the holidays. His gift was the ticket (that's so I could be sure it was round-trip)(lol).
Santa was good to Ben. He got his first bicycle. Santa shopped at the neighborhood bike store. I like to give buisness to the little guy, and the shop does contribute a lot to causes.
Do you think the bike was the big oooohhhhh? No. The cheap $20.00 guitar is currently be coveted.
Ben likes to pass it to his father and me to play and sing. Neither of us can play, and trust me... neither of us can sing either! Yet... To Ben we might as well be playing Carnegie Hall.
The day after Christmas we went for a family breakfast at my brothers. They have 7 year old twins, a dog and were babysitting a dog. Ben does thrive in Chaos. Another thing we're lucky about. He can handle activity, noise, and non-routine activities. He took root, and after 5 hours when we were ready to go, had to drag him out without his coat or shoes. sigh... I'm exhausted!
Any plans for tonight you ask? Hell no! It almost annoys me I have to traditionally stay up until 12. We're typically lights off at 10:30.
We go to another party at my brothers tomorow. This is friends and family, so I'll have to keep a real eye out for Ben.
My sister-in-laws family travel with their dogs. That's a minimum of 3 dogs, 800 kids and 40 adults... (ok, i exagerate with the kids #, but if you were within 2miles, you'd swear there was 800 kids too!!!)
Happy New Year to all! And I hope that "special" wish comes true for everyone!!!!!
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Karma, ying and yang, or Poetic Justice
There are things we are taught as youngsters that stick with us. Traits that are unbecoming.
Pride - I was prideful. It all began Thursday. I polished my furniture, windexed my windows, vacuamed and swept my floors. My house was looking good.... I was full of Pride. I swear I wasn't done putting the dining chairs back when I thought...huh... the dog and Ben are awlfully quiet. Ben was in my jewelry box, and Fletcher had "found" an entire sleeve of ritz crackers that he was eating in the den. When he saw me coming, he took off like a bat out of hell and ran through the living room and dining room trailing pieces behind him. I left the crumbs for 2 days.
Gluttony - I was at a b-day party on Sunday. I had taken a piece of cake and wasn't able to eat it do to Ben being on the move. I asked the hostess for a piece of plastic wrap, and she in turn carved a hunk of cake and wrapped it all up. I was looking forward to a BIG piece now. Got home, set it on the toaster, on the back of my counter. 15 minutes later, came to get Ben's milk and laughingly asked the dog "what are you doing". He turned and gave me a full frontal of a snout smeared with icing..... Damn it!
Pride cam back - Ok, I'm not talking to my husband. When I get mad I clean. If you were to come to my house, you'd assume I'm in a pretty good mood most of the time... heheheh. I scrubbed, scoured and generally cleaned every surface of my house. I bragged to friends and co-workers my house hasn't been this clean since the day I moved in. Yesterday Ben came home from school, dropped off his clothes as he walked and proceeded to pee on the bathroom door, floor, and rug. This is while I'm looking at total desecretion of the toilet paper the dog spent the day tearing up, as well as continuing to eat my faux tile floor. The house is back to normal
I still kissed Ben goodnight, and Fletcher got his nightly treat..... I'm still not talking to my husband....Somebody's got to pay LOL
Pride - I was prideful. It all began Thursday. I polished my furniture, windexed my windows, vacuamed and swept my floors. My house was looking good.... I was full of Pride. I swear I wasn't done putting the dining chairs back when I thought...huh... the dog and Ben are awlfully quiet. Ben was in my jewelry box, and Fletcher had "found" an entire sleeve of ritz crackers that he was eating in the den. When he saw me coming, he took off like a bat out of hell and ran through the living room and dining room trailing pieces behind him. I left the crumbs for 2 days.
Gluttony - I was at a b-day party on Sunday. I had taken a piece of cake and wasn't able to eat it do to Ben being on the move. I asked the hostess for a piece of plastic wrap, and she in turn carved a hunk of cake and wrapped it all up. I was looking forward to a BIG piece now. Got home, set it on the toaster, on the back of my counter. 15 minutes later, came to get Ben's milk and laughingly asked the dog "what are you doing". He turned and gave me a full frontal of a snout smeared with icing..... Damn it!
Pride cam back - Ok, I'm not talking to my husband. When I get mad I clean. If you were to come to my house, you'd assume I'm in a pretty good mood most of the time... heheheh. I scrubbed, scoured and generally cleaned every surface of my house. I bragged to friends and co-workers my house hasn't been this clean since the day I moved in. Yesterday Ben came home from school, dropped off his clothes as he walked and proceeded to pee on the bathroom door, floor, and rug. This is while I'm looking at total desecretion of the toilet paper the dog spent the day tearing up, as well as continuing to eat my faux tile floor. The house is back to normal
I still kissed Ben goodnight, and Fletcher got his nightly treat..... I'm still not talking to my husband....Somebody's got to pay LOL
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Raymoor & Flannigan
Ben added two more things to his resume yesterday. While at school, he looked at his aid and saide"We have to go to the bathroom". She bought him in, and he did his business right away. Go Ben!
Later at home, he was jabbering, much of what I didn't understand before looking straight at me and saying "Raymoore and Flannigan". I don't know if they're a national store, but around my way it's a furniture store. Don't ask me how that caught his attention but.... ok
Yesterday was a stressful day. My older sons have been causing me mucho grey hair, and it doesn't look like I'll be getting any letup any time soon.
I'm completely stressed yesterday when I get to the daycare.... dummmdummdummmm (scary music). The owner/manager/who knows at the front starts wtih, can anyone from the school, county, state, etc.... come to the school to give them tips on dealing with Ben.
Ben is there typically from 3:30p-5:40p. Two and I'm going to say it FUCKING hours. I've had to have meetings with the two 19 year old girls, have them patronizing look at me everyday and exclaim, "We've had a pretty good day". He gets there, they're supposed to either go outside at 4 or into the makebelieve land they have(which sold me on the place) for a 1/2 hour. That takes us to 4:30. Are they really trying to make me believe that for 1 hour (while many kids are being picked up) Ben is that big of a handfull?????? Why can't I see it!!!!!
Ben does seem happy to go there, and I hate the thought of changing him again (though he is good with change) I pay 800 bucks a month, about 20.00 an hour.... Can't you just DEAL WITH IT and make him happy????
I hesitate to have someone come to my house. I'm afraid they'll sit him in front of the TV, what if they're late and the bus gets there, blah blah blah. I like the fact there's additional children for him to play with and learn from. Even if nobody notices him watching, I'm sure some of their play must get thru to him......
WAAAAAAAHHHHH...... That's what I felt like yesterday..... WAAAAAHHHHH
And not a drop of liquor in the house... maybe that was a good thing
Later at home, he was jabbering, much of what I didn't understand before looking straight at me and saying "Raymoore and Flannigan". I don't know if they're a national store, but around my way it's a furniture store. Don't ask me how that caught his attention but.... ok
Yesterday was a stressful day. My older sons have been causing me mucho grey hair, and it doesn't look like I'll be getting any letup any time soon.
I'm completely stressed yesterday when I get to the daycare.... dummmdummdummmm (scary music). The owner/manager/who knows at the front starts wtih, can anyone from the school, county, state, etc.... come to the school to give them tips on dealing with Ben.
Ben is there typically from 3:30p-5:40p. Two and I'm going to say it FUCKING hours. I've had to have meetings with the two 19 year old girls, have them patronizing look at me everyday and exclaim, "We've had a pretty good day". He gets there, they're supposed to either go outside at 4 or into the makebelieve land they have(which sold me on the place) for a 1/2 hour. That takes us to 4:30. Are they really trying to make me believe that for 1 hour (while many kids are being picked up) Ben is that big of a handfull?????? Why can't I see it!!!!!
Ben does seem happy to go there, and I hate the thought of changing him again (though he is good with change) I pay 800 bucks a month, about 20.00 an hour.... Can't you just DEAL WITH IT and make him happy????
I hesitate to have someone come to my house. I'm afraid they'll sit him in front of the TV, what if they're late and the bus gets there, blah blah blah. I like the fact there's additional children for him to play with and learn from. Even if nobody notices him watching, I'm sure some of their play must get thru to him......
WAAAAAAAHHHHH...... That's what I felt like yesterday..... WAAAAAHHHHH
And not a drop of liquor in the house... maybe that was a good thing
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
a question
Here's a question. Have you ever found yourself enjoying the time you spend with your dog more rewarding then the time you spend with your kids. I'm not just including Ben, but the older boys also.
The dog appreciates you for what you do. He wants me to be involved with him, pet him, and never would complain "meatloaf again? He actually wants to make me happy, and at least bothers to fake feeling bad when I'm annoyed with him. Does it make me a bad person to need some form of validation for the daily crap I do!!!!
I'm just begining to feel a sting when Ben ignores every word out of my mouth.
Ben... come here please and get dried off. I know he hears me, and responds when its good for him. HAd I said "Get dressed for Chucky Cheese, you would have thought he was struck by lightning he would have moved so fast....That's probably some of the tough acceptance I go through. Whats on purpose and just plain ignoring me, and what can't be helped?
Why will he respond when the incentive is what he wants, but you'd think he was deaf when he's not interested.
Ben has also lately taken to pinching, slapping, and gave one hell of a bite to me the other night. This mainly takes place when I have him sitting on the potty. He's doing well with it, but never self initiates. I guess when he doesn't have to go, he's iritated, and has begun lashing out.
How does anyone discipline their autistic child? Before, we used to just redirect him, but there's no where to go when he's sitting on the pot. And after a pinch or slap, should I really ignore it and redirect>? Every parents experience... just not knowing.
The dog appreciates you for what you do. He wants me to be involved with him, pet him, and never would complain "meatloaf again? He actually wants to make me happy, and at least bothers to fake feeling bad when I'm annoyed with him. Does it make me a bad person to need some form of validation for the daily crap I do!!!!
I'm just begining to feel a sting when Ben ignores every word out of my mouth.
Ben... come here please and get dried off. I know he hears me, and responds when its good for him. HAd I said "Get dressed for Chucky Cheese, you would have thought he was struck by lightning he would have moved so fast....That's probably some of the tough acceptance I go through. Whats on purpose and just plain ignoring me, and what can't be helped?
Why will he respond when the incentive is what he wants, but you'd think he was deaf when he's not interested.
Ben has also lately taken to pinching, slapping, and gave one hell of a bite to me the other night. This mainly takes place when I have him sitting on the potty. He's doing well with it, but never self initiates. I guess when he doesn't have to go, he's iritated, and has begun lashing out.
How does anyone discipline their autistic child? Before, we used to just redirect him, but there's no where to go when he's sitting on the pot. And after a pinch or slap, should I really ignore it and redirect>? Every parents experience... just not knowing.
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