Scumpture

Liam was playing with play dough yesterday and proudly announced, "Mama, look at my Spongebob scumpture!" I was cracking up.

Jackups

Now this one just cracked me the hell up!!

Liam was jumping on my bed, waving his arms about...he was desperately trying to find some kind of rhythym, but faltering. He reminded me of Elaine when she did that whacked out dance move on Seinfeld. Our conversation is as follows:

Me: What in the world are you doing?
Liam: Jackups.
Me: You mean jumping jacks?
Liam: No! I mean jackups! Now I'm going to exercise, leave me alone!

The end part was kind of bratty but it was still amusing.

More from Liam, Comedian

Both of these are restroom stories. For those of you who don't know, Liam finally decided to start using the toilet in August of this year. At 4 1/2. One day he said, "I'm using the potty today." We said okay, and he did! It was so easy...patience is truly a virtue. Good things come to those who wait...and all of that bs.

Yesterday we were in the restroom at Cardinal Hill and Liam peed in the toilet. I praised him because he's not too keen on using public restrooms (I mean, who isn't? But he'll hold himself and bounce around in Target for crying out loud).

Me: Liam, you're such a big boy! You peed in the toilet!
Liam: Papa pees in the potty.
Me: Yep, he does.
Liam: Papa is a good boy.
Me: (laughing) He is!

Tonight we were at Babies R Us and we made another visit to the restroom. I peed first and then Liam decided he needed to.

Liam: Look, our pees are the same color!!!

I was cracking up. This kid is so damn funny.

And you can quote me on that!

After school today we walked out with Gabe, Ruby and Ajunique. The adults stood and chatted while the kids played in a big pile of leaves. There was laughing, jumping, hugging. They entertained themselves for a good ten minutes. Finally it was time to leave and Liam was distraught. He insisted that he was going to Gabe's house. When I explained that he wasn't, a tantrum ensued.

After he stopped crying, I tried to engage him a bit.

Me: How was school today, Liam?

Liam: I don't really feel like talking to you right now.

Me: Okay then.

Liam, Jokester

Liam: Why did Fuzzy Bunny stand on his head?

Me: I don't know? Why?

Liam: Because his feet were getting tired. (laughs hysterically)

"My son has autism."

I said those words today, just as casually as I might say, "My son has brown hair" or "My son is four." I was arguing with someone from Anthem, who insisted that they DID NOT have to pay for any of Liam's therapies because this was not in my policy. I informed her that under Kentucky state law they have to pay $500 toward his therapies; autism has to be treated as any other illness. Which really is a rip off if you ask me, there's no limit for diabetes, or cancer or the like, but I guess we are lucky to get anything at all since some insurance policies can exclude autism. Assholes.

So I got it straight with the insurance folks. Lo and behold after our conversation, this rep from Anthem conceded that they did indeed have to pay for some of Liam's therapies. Some, not all. No shit, I wanted to reply. Like $500 a month would even touch Liam's needs. But still, Angela-1, Anthem-0.

I used to hesitate, gulp, tear up, freeze when I was in a position where I had to say those words, "my son has autism." I would say, "He's on the spectrum," and pray that the person knew what the hell I was talking about. Or I would say, "He has autism-but-he's-really-high-functioning," so that the person I was talking to wouldn't pity us.

I guess I'm in that acceptance stage of the grieving process. My son has autism. This is life, these are the cards we were dealt and we're playing them just fine.

Beckett, aka "Chatterbox"

For awhile there I was really worried about Beck's language development. At his 18 month check up (actually 20 months, I was late but who's counting) I talked with Missy about it and while I don't think she was worried she gently suggested a First Steps evaluation to ease my mind. I never got around to it but kept it in the back of my mind.

It's a really different experience parenting a neurotypical kid after your first child has so many developmental delays due to autism. I thought Beckett was a genius in his first year and then I realized, "Hey, THIS is normal." While it was a relief to know that he was likely NT, it did bring up some grief all over again for my first boy. How he had to struggle those first years of his life to communicate--not that you would know it now of course.

So in honor of Beckett's recent language explosion, here are his words:

Mama
Papa
Liam
Mimi
Papaw
Drew
Rylee
go
no
phone
peaches
pee
kick
bye bye
hi
play
one
two
three
baby
eat
more
teeth
nurse
moon
blue
clue
bob
phone
shoes
cheese
grapes

To be continued...