Wednesday, May 4, 2016

BUT, I Have a Clean Pantry

I couldn't sleep last night.

Woke up to a dead battery in my car.

Will's car was stuck in park.

Tried to jump start my car.

It didn't work because

The Google videos lied.

Cruz dropped out and now I'm pulling for Bernie.

Found a large animal jaw bone on my family room floor.


Spilled olive oil all over my kitchen floor.

The cat peed on the living room floor.

Got stuck in the slowest checkout line in the history of checkout lines.

Ran all over town looking for the secret ingredient to make bath bombs for teenagers.

Fought with Olivia about triangles. and cat euthanization.

She is for, I'm against.

Euthanization that is, not triangles.

Duncan worked on onions all day at the mill.

He hates working on onions.

Now he smells like onions.

I need a dishwasher.

I need a water heater.

I need an oven.

I need a new car.

I need

A day off.

Friday, April 29, 2016

The Bachelor

Mitch thought this day would never come, but it finally did.
He is officially a bachelor.
Of science, that is.

There were some days in his junior high career when I wondered if he would make it through eighth grade. I never even dared to dream of college for that kid.
But one day, he grew up, and started remembering to turn in his homework.
And here we are, four or so years later, proud as parents can be.

We all got up at five in the a.m. this morning to make it to Weber State's graduation at the ungodly hour of eight a.m.

We were all on time, even Mitch.

Here he is on his way into graduation, being greeted by one of his professors.

 And here he is with the lovely Ria, who has put up with him the past couple of  years, while going to school herself.

That is the face of a guy who is slowly realizing he has no more papers to write or projects to complete or stupid gender studies classes to sit through.

 We were glad that Grandma and Grandpa got up early and came too. They helped him out so much through the years, when his car broke down, and with many encouraging words and steak dinners. Between the university ceremony and the department ceremony, they took us to breakfast at Sills. 

And Grandpa Dan made an appearance at the department commencement. That was a great surprise, and a long drive for him.

Because we are dorky parents, and because he loves us, he obliged us with the traditional tossing of the cap

After all the pomp and circumstance was over, Grandma Sally and Grandpa Dee were pooped and headed for home. Grandpa Dan took us diehards out for dinner at the  Prairie Schooner. We had our own covered wagon to eat in, and the best steak I ever had.

Sadly, we also had a bloody ketchup massacre at dinner when a ketchup bottle attacked Grandpa without warning. Somehow, flying ketchup got all over Grandpa, all over the canvas wagon cover, and even all over the buffalo hide that was hanging up outside our table, about five feet away.

There were no survivors.

Thursday, April 28, 2016

TJOA Day 28 Are We Done Yet

In all honesty, coming up with something to say about autism every day for a month is hard.
Some days, the only thing that fits is a well placed "dammit!"

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

TJOA Day 27 Empathy

Normally on our morning drive to the mill, Duncan is very quiet.  Today however, after a few failed attempts on my part to get him engaged in a conversation, he said, " I'm sorry, I'm just a little depressed this morning."

Well, THAT was more intimate conversation than he had made all week. I asked him what the bad news was, nervous about what he would say.

" The new Zelda game for Wii U, that was supposed to come out in 2016 has been delayed until 2017."

Oh good. Nothing earth shattering. I mean, oh no. Totally devastating from Duncan's view.  So I empathized with him and asked a few pertinent questions. He was totally engaging and animated all the way to work, telling me how frustrated he was, and how angry the situation made him. Because HE was invested in the conversation.

Today  I learned that we both need to work on our social skillz.

Friday, April 22, 2016

TJOA Day 22

It occurred to me today that I haven't heard a good laugh out of Duncan in a long time. He has the most contagious laugh.  I miss that. These days he chuckles at things more than he really laughs.  I am feeling the need of a good old, rip roaring belly laugh out of that boy.

I'll have to see what I can do about that this weekend.

Thursday, April 21, 2016

TJOA Day 21- Golden

Sometimes, it's frustrating having a kid as silent as Duncan. Sometimes I feel like all I do is drill him for answers to my questions. Sometimes trying to start a conversation with him is like trying to milk a duck.

Sometimes though, in a world that never stops yammering, silence is refreshing.

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

TJOA Day 19

A small miracle at our house tonight- Olivia voluntarily ate a banana. And liked it. She had to cut off the ends to make it more palatable, but she ate the whole thing.

I don't think Duncan has voluntarily eaten a fruit or vegetable in his life. He knows he has to routinely scarf down a minimal amount of produce to keep his mother happy, but he never enjoys it. He would honestly rather just be hungry than eat a tomato or a pepper. And fruit is no better.

If it was up to Duncan, I think every day for the rest of his life would consist of the following menu:

Breakfast- Reeses Puffs cereal with milk

Lunch -Peanut butter sandwich on white bread, no jam. Orange juice. Chips and a few Oreo cookies

Dinner- Hamburger, ketchup only,  hold the pickles and onions  Or cheese pizza. With rootbeer.

Dessert- Mint chocolate chip or cookies and cream ice cream.

Maybe I should let him do the meal planning around here for  a week or two.