Saturday, December 19, 2020

Snow Day



 "Canceled" used to be a word that DC loved. 

School is canceled.

Work is canceled.

Baseball (or any sport related activity) is canceled.

He liked baseball - when he got there, but was always happy to stay home if it rained.

When something he was really looking forward to was canceled due to weather or any other reason - he was not happy with the word, but... in his mind, it meant that it was not my fault. 

It wasn't me not letting him go for whatever reason - weather, illness, other plans.

"Canceled" was always a good word either for him or I depending on the circumstances.

Not any more.

After this year of having everything he loved, canceled - he does not want to hear that any more.

Not that he was not happy to have a day off from work; I just could not use the word canceled.

"DC, you are going to stay home tomorrow because of all of the snow." (I could not use the word "storm" either)

Hoping he would accept just that without further explanation because he does love going to work - he stopped, stared at me and went directly to making plans!

Not a worry about work. Not a worry about when he would go back. His only worry was the Christmas lunch that was scheduled at his job for Friday.

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“Mom! Computer tomorrow?”
“Mom! Peanut Butter toast in the morning”
“Mom! (Holding a jar of peanut butter) Smooth, unsalted peanut butter for me?” (we have to use the whole and proper name)
“Mom! Decorate the cookies tomorrow?”
“Mom! Not to be nervous about the storm.”
“Mom! Pepperoni on sandwich for lunch.”

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Snow Day List:
Peanut Butter Toast ✅
Using “His” Peanut Butter ✅
Computer ✅
Pepperoni Sandwich ✅
Nervous about the storm ✅
Decorate the cookies ✅
Eating the cookies was not on his list but he resolved that oversight.


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So that went well...
The snow was cleared in time for his work party on Friday.

I will reserve the right to use "canceled" for the times when I need to prove that it is not my fault, but until that has to happen, the word remains banned.

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In case you are new here: “I tell stories, most of the time; single individual stories about this or that. Some may be written with humor and some may come across as “Oh, look at the cute thing DC did or said” (he does crack me up at times) but my object is always to make people understand how his mind works, never to "make fun of him"

It is difficult to explain “his” autism to anyone without resorting to 1000 examples and 1000 stories. So I tell 1000 stories to make clear that there are other sides to autism than the characters seen in TV or movies."

This blog is used for shorter posts, off topic posts and also for longer Face book statuses. Please visit my official blog site at: Taking it a Step at a Time 










Sunday, December 13, 2020

Christmas Secrets

 


DC and BB had another DBD Day Out when they went to the Mall for Christmas shopping the other night (Masks, distancing... the works).

Since Christmas shopping was the planned activity for the evening, I asked DC who he was going to shop for (hint, hint). After telling me he was shopping for "DC" a few times, I finally got him to understand that he is supposed to be shopping for other people (hint, hint again).

Finally he told me he was going to shop for me. (Don't judge. I have spent 29 years being "all of Christmas" - while "other people" mail 1 unwrapped DVD in an envelope without even a card < was I supposed to wrap it too?> It is nice to have DC think about me for a minute and be able to take credit for a gift he actually picked out).

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Knowing DC as I do and his inability to keep a secret - I reminded him that he can't tell me what he buys until Christmas. It is supposed to be a Christmas gift. It is supposed to be a secret.

If you've been here a while, you know how well DC keeps secrets. He will tell you to "Shhhh it's a secret" as he is telling you the secret. Apparently in his mind, if he whispers said secret into my ear, it counts as keeping the secret.

They had a nice time shopping.

DC called a few times (spontaneous use of the phone!!!). Once to tell me that 'Sub-a-way' ran out of meatballs and he did not "freak out".

His usual subway order is meatball and pepperoni grinder with nothing else. Running out of meatballs has happened only 3 times in DC's lifetime. The first time DC came up against a meatball outage was not pretty - trust me. He finally opted for just pepperoni and bread. I believe that was also his order the next time they ran out of meatballs, which went a bit easier than the first time.

This time, he went for pepperoni with (wait for it) bacon, cheese, TOASTED with Honey Mustard!!!!! Hooo-LYYYY! He was proud of himself and I was proud of him (even though that combo really sounded disgusting to me).

The moment DC walked through the door carrying the bag that Doug told him to leave in the car so I wouldn't see, DC handed me the bag and whispered, "Shhhh! It's a secret"....

No, I didn't look and Doug took it back to the car when he realized DC brought it in and I was holding it.

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After this one secret "stumble" on DC's part, to his credit I have not heard about the "Secret" again. He might just make it to Christmas!

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In case you are new here: “I tell stories, most of the time; single individual stories about this or that. Some may be written with humor and some may come across as “Oh, look at the cute thing DC did or said” (he does crack me up at times) but my object is always to make people understand how his mind works, never to "make fun of him"

It is difficult to explain “his” autism to anyone without resorting to 1000 examples and 1000 stories. So I tell 1000 stories to make clear that there are other sides to autism than the characters seen in TV or movies."

This blog is used for shorter posts, off topic posts and also for longer Face book statuses. Please visit my official blog site at: Taking it a Step at a Time 



Friday, December 4, 2020

Thanksgiving, Christmas and Everything In-Between

DC has already started making his Christmas list for Santa. It is on the "refrig-a-lator". This year:

Bandaids
Frozen Princess Dolls (as if he didn't have each one 3 times over)
Jelly Beans
and
32 markers.
He's upped his request from last year from 18 markers (which then got reduced to 17) to 32.
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I have always had some sort of block at spelling out loud. I don't know if my brain gets ahead of it self or what, but there are times when I just have to write it down to then spell something out loud for DC.
With DC, it is the opposite; he can't hear it out loud but can read it when he write is down.
Me: Guess where we are going tomorrow?
DC: (Stops what he is doing and waits)
Me: M.Y.S.T.I.C.
DC:
Me: M.Y.S.T.I.C. - What does that spell?
DC: YMCA
Me: (after we both laughed for awhile) Write it down.
DC: (Screeching) Mystic! YES!!!!!
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While in Mystic, DC opted for a change in his pizza order. He agreed to sausage and bacon on his pizza!!!

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Our designated Zoom laptop decided to do never-ending updates right before the Camp Movie event. DC’s laptop doesn’t have a camera and neither does my PC. So we had to resort to his phone. #IHateComputerUpdates
He’s happy enough. Laughing loudly at
Charlie Brown’s Thanksgiving. #Camp


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Apparently it’s a double mustache kind of a day. #mustachesmakehimfeelbetter


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It’s only 8 am


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DC’s aunt dropped off another “keep him busy during the pandemic” bag (complete with a rather large candy bar).
It was still technically morning when she dropped it off so I told him he had to wait until after lunch.
He then followed me around stating “Aunt ‘Lee-za’ give it to me” just to e sure I didn’t forget that it was still there and still his.
He got to have it after lunch. The note said he was supposed to share with me and Doug, but Doug wasn’t here, so he missed out.
Yesterday he worked on the other things in the bag. He’s always been good with markers but I have to say that he is pretty good with a paint brush too!








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“Mom, I do not like stuffing. I do not like mashed ‘tomatoes’ (potatoes), I don’t like soup”
I know all of this but he continued to tell me as I was cooking.
So for him, a turkey leg (as there must be bones), microwave French fries (because we can)and rolls .. lots of rolls.




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It took me a minute to figure out what DC was writing... He got pretty close!
“Treguna Mekoides Tracorum Satis Dee” #alldisneyallofthetime



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DC is a happy guy today. The “hair-dishonier ” (air conditioner) came out. It was a hard decision but I finally decided it was time. #isithotinhereorisitjustme
DC: Mom, DC is feeling happy.
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Hope you all had a happy Thanksgiving!
DC, as predicted set his sights on Christmas around 6pm on Thanksgiving.

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In case you are new here: “I tell stories, most of the time; single individual stories about this or that. Some may be written with humor and some may come across as “Oh, look at the cute thing DC did or said” (he does crack me up at times) but my object is always to make people understand how his mind works, never to "make fun of him"

It is difficult to explain “his” autism to anyone without resorting to 1000 examples and 1000 stories. So I tell 1000 stories to make clear that there are other sides to autism than the characters seen in TV or movies."

This blog is used for shorter posts, off topic posts and also for longer Face book statuses. Please visit my official blog site at: Taking it a Step at a Time