I decided to try something a little crazy right before bed tonight. I have been told by multiple doctors, teachers, and other professionals that potty training is just not a priority for Nate right now. His comprehension is way behind, so it’s hard to know if he would even understand what we are asking of him, let alone to know if he has the physical control to actually do it. But I decided to say screw it. So I took him up to the bathroom, whipped out the training potty, stripped him down, shut the door and waited.
I remember this experience well from Jack. Ya sit, ya wait for the pee to start, grab em, throw em on the toilet and cheer like a maniac. Got it. I had the tub water trickling to speed things along and Nate was loving putting his hands in the water. I heard a couple little toots but thought nothing of it. …continue reading
This weekend, our local fairgrounds hosted a series of events billed as “Gearhead Grandslam.” I was excited to see that Saturday evening featured a demolition derby. I wouldn’t go so far as to say that attending one was on my bucket list, but I have thought it would be a fun thing to do someday. Since the venue was so close to home and the timing was right, my husband and I decided to take our four-year-old son, too.
Philip is a sensory seeker. Not only does he crash and cuddle for proprioceptive input or stand on his head for vestibular input, he seeks out interesting visual and auditory experiences. A demolition derby seemed like a potential smorgasbord for the senses. On the other hand, Philip is autistic. It is a definite balancing act to provide him access to the sights and sounds he needs without letting him get overwhelmed.
Saturday was hot. It was still a toasty eighty degrees at 5:00 pm when we took our seats in the grandstand to await the start of the derby. I was glad that we found seats in the front row. Philip perched between my husband and me, but eventually opted to stand as we waited.
At 5:30 pm, organizers finally announced that the event would not begin for another half hour. As you can imagine, my husband and I were quite frustrated that the event was delayed. Not only we were sweating from the humidity, we were concerned about how Philip would handle the continuing delay. However, Philip was the most patient of the three of us. He probably wondered why we were sitting in this strange place in the heat, but he managed to keep himself entertained by looking around and playing with a rubber band. …continue reading