Open & Shut Case

After a long ride with lots of prep for B's behavior at the store, including an elaborate plot by me to create a "let's see who can find the most Super Mario Bros. stuff" game, we learned the store was closed.

Me: OH NO! The store is closed! We're not going to be able to play the game, B, the store is closed. What are we going to do?

B: Um . . . . we can open it!


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Also today (this is less entertaining but a first for us so AMAZING), we went swimming with some friends. When Daddy came home B ran to the door: "Hey, Daddy! I went swimming with Jost!"

Just three months ago we were discussing annual goals with his team of teachers/therapists and we all decided that retelling recent events might be a little ambitious for the year . . . . so, yeah, amazing.

I'm gonna eat you!

Wowza.

B was just eating a snack of applesauce and pretzels, and I was thrilled that he offered to share the pretzels with me, so I started a little game and, man-oh-man, he JOINED IN!!!!

Me: Thanks for sharing, B! High pretzel (pushing pretzel toward him)!! Like a high five with pretzel!
B (hits his pretzel with mine, then looks at the pretzel): Hi, pretzel! :)
Me (laughing): Hi, pretzel!! I'm gonna eat you!
B: Fi, fi, fo, fum . . . I'm BIG! I'm gonna eat you pretzel!! (eats pretzel with flourish).
Me (laughing in amazement).
B (getting another pretzel): Mommy, fi fi fo fum, I'm BIG!!!
Me: I'm gonna eat you pretzel!

A bit later:

B (grabbing a broken pretzel, sliding it along table): Hey, Mommy, this is a pirate!
Me: Oh, it's a pirate ship?
B (giving me the pretzel): this is a pirate ship!
Me (singing): I'm a pirate ship and I'm sailing on the ocean . . what's that I see there? It's a great white shark!!
B (PICKS UP HIS SPOON, "SWIMS" IT OVER TO THE "PIRATE SHIP" AND "CHOMPS" THE SHIP!!!!)
Me (stunned!) Then, "naughty, naughty shark!"

We do it again. Then I take the napkin holder and fish for the shark/spoon, catching him, throwing the spoon off the table.

B: Mommy, shark fell down!

So awesome. Then we pretend to be great white sharks and creep/crawl into the living room to attack daddy.

Like I said, WOWZA.

Need anything?

Daddy (from the other room): B, I'm going to the store. Do you need anything?

B: Yeah. I need a hug.

PWEASE!!!

The other day we were playing Mario Kart Wii and B was being especially bossy about which characters/vehicles we chose. He was screaming and demanding and we told him we couldn't play until he calmed down and asked nicely.

B: I WANT THAT ONE!!!!
Us: B, we're turning the game off if you can't calm down and ask nicely.
B: I WANT THAT ONE, PWEASE!
Us: (ignored)
B: . . . . I SAID "PWEASE!"

Say Mommy Cheese!

They are running!

Walking into school today, B sees some kids playing in the courtyard.

B (pointing to the kids): They are running!

Me: Yes, B, they are running!

(child falls down)

B (pointing to fallen child): Uh-oh, he fell down.

A few minutes later:

Me: B, what happened?

B: He fall down.

[there's seriously so much yummy goodness in these phrases (and POINTING!!!) I can barely contain myself!]

That Cat. You Mommy.

Walking into the house yesterday, our cat cut us off on the sidewalk and began to mew. I answered, "Meow." To which B responded with the following lecture:

"No! Be quiet! No meow. This is kitty-cat. You're Mommy. This (pointing to cat) is kitty-cat. This (pointing to me) is Mommy-bear."

Well, thanks for clearing that up.

White Streak

B hasn't been sleeping lately. Well, he's sleeping once he's asleep but staying up very, very late, running and hopping around like a rabbit and tearing up his room.

Anyway, the other night Daddy tried to get him to sleep in our bed. After 30 minutes of silence, we thought he was down and settled in to watch some t.v. Suddenly a 3.5 foot tall naked white monster streaked past the doorway!

The child was COVERED, from the last hair on his head to the very tip of his toenail, with a very thick layer of lotion. He'd emptied a 32 oz. container of lotion ALL. OVER. HIS. BODY. I steeled myself trying not to laugh but failed miserably, and grabbed my camera to snap up some shots. Into the bath he went for a several-minute spray-down . . . slipping and sliding all over the place.

*sigh* I remember when I used to complain that he didn't get into anything . . .

Here I go again . . .

This is probably about the third or fourth blog I've started with grand intentions . . . no big aspirations this time around -- just making a place to share all the fun and funny things my little man, B, does and says.

He's four, and he has autism, so every word out of that child's mouth is a gift - and man, he's treating us to some doozies these days! Some things are funny, some things are profound, and some are shockingly insightful given how hard we all worked for those first words. So . . . here I go!