Friday, July 13, 2007

Friday the Thirteenth, not at all unlucky

We actually had a therapy-free day! In the morning we went to an indoor playspace, where I stayed longer than usual because all the guys were happy. I'm getting much less sensitive about what other moms may think of me. Just getting from the van into the playspace is a workout, and we kind of explode through the doorway, with G. plugging his ears and making sad sounds. At this point, I think, if someone can't tell that our family is, shall we say, a little special, then they just aren't too observant, and that's their problem. Most people are incredibly nice, in any case.

In the afternoon I took J. to the pool, where he met a five year old girl who proceeded to play with him and boss him around, which is probably a good combination for him.

In the evening I took just B. to the pool, and he was in heaven. it's a little scary, because he has no sense that he shouldn't walk right off the edge into the water. I pulled him around the pool, and he splashed and smiled and said "Zubadee, zubadoo!" (his happy words). He also drank a lot of pool water, which is bad but also good, because normally the only liquid which he lets past his lips is milk. The question is, how do we go from drinking heavily chlorinated water straight out of the pool to drinking regular water out of some kind of cup?

I have finally made a friend who likes to drop by with her son (back in the East, I always had friends who would just drop by casually, but I only have a couple like that here, and they don't have little kids). This little boy speaks no English at all (he's Vietnamese), but he and J. can play for hours at a time. The twins seem to find him mildly interesting and occasionally amusing.

So all is well here, although we are struggling with how to get shirts onto B. without an epic battle. I actually thought about sneaking in and putting a shirt on him while he sleeps! We have certain hard-line therapists who would scoff at this, wanting me to face every difficulty head on. To those therapists (there are only 2 out of 7 who are real tough) I say, take over my job for a week or so, and let me know how it goes!

5 comments:

Susan said...

Hi, so glad I found your blog. We had the same issue with milk addiction, which we tried to fix by allowing our son to drink water out of a "big boy" cup. The novelty was enough to get him interested in water, which we try to sneak in as much as we can. We also sometimes water down his milk a bit--tricky, but it works.

Susan
The Family Room
www.familyroomblog.com

kristi said...

HI! I just found your blog. I go thru the same issues with my son..he wants to wear his pj's to daycare.

Angela said...

Children can say so much to each other without saying anything. Their main language is laughter and tears.

KAL said...

Amen. (on the walking in my shoes!)

S. won't drink water from a cup but he WILL drink bath water and bubbles. Yuck.

Mom without a manual said...

Ah...water.

We are waging a full on battle with this right now. JP will watch me mix water into his juice concentrate and not be bothered. But if I have his cup with juice and I add water he gets mad. He absolutely will not drink water.

The reason I am desperately pushing it right now is because in Kindergarten the let the kids have a bottle of water at their desk. He is going to get mighty thirsty if he won't drink it!

I am glad you are having "zubadee, zubadoo" days!