One step forward...

Today we had Sebi's appointments at the Mater. Not such a big deal really, lord knows they come round frequently enough....between the two boys I seem to have a standing reservation in the queue at Specialist Clinics. The big difference today was that the "we" who attended the appointments was Finer 50% and myself, which is a very rare occurance. I don't actually think himself has been to any clinic appointments. Surgeries, yes. But the day to day stuff has always been my deal, with help from the Mother of all mothers, while himself worked and brought home the bacon. Dr Bor specifically asked for us both to be available if possible, so I had the interesting experience of watching Finer 50% undergo his first clinic appointment. It brought back memories of the first few clinics I attended with #1, where everything sounded either impossible or utterly depressing. Things have come a long way since then, but I still get that faint uneasy feeling when I go to any appointment....like there could be something nasty hiding behind the door. Today was pretty good, all things considered....#2 has been allotted 12 weeks of block time with a graduate psychology student to look at ways of dealing with frustration, which I'm hoping will come in useful when he makes the full time transition to a computer keyboard, hopefully next year. What was interesting (and slightly guilt inducing) was realising that Finer 50% and I are both enabling #2 to not achieve what he should be, by treating him as younger than he is. FF is the big villian in this scenario, lol....Piglet is his soft spot, and takes full advantage of it. We also looked at #1 and realised that we have a very different relationship with him, because his life is so ordered and structured...we have a much more formal relationship, because that's what is comfortable for him. Even though he's not "warm and fuzzy", he is a deeply feeling person and will often come up and ask for a hug and tell us he loves us. It's just not a spontaneous thing...he needs to think everything through, to make sure it's safe. Some Aspies find any spontaneous acts a little off putting (or a lot in #1's case)so we work things around his comfort levels. Piglet is a lot more natural in his responses, so I guess it's only human to want to keep him at the stage he is right now, even though it's really not the best thing for him. I just like the cuddles...heehee, selfish to the core.

ZZZzzzzz

Tomorrow is "spend-a-day-at-the-hospital" time. Finer 50%, myself and Piglet will be at the Mater most of the day....we have one appointment at 10 and another at 2.30, which basically leaves us enough time in between to be completely bored but not enough to actually go anywhere and do anything. SIGH. I'm hoping that #1 son will be so relieved that he doesn't have to come that he'll lend #2 his DSi. Piglet has a perfectly good DS but I'm hoping the lure of more advanced technology will get him into the car before he realises where we're going. Yeah. Fortunately I think this round is blood test free, so we'll be bored to death instead of scarred for life. I can do that.

Not Me Monday.....

Just for the hell of it.....I found this link on Mck Mamas Blog and decided to play along.
So, here we go....
I absolutely did not wear a pair of Finer 50%'s flannelette pajama pants to the shops, even though they were incredibly warm and comfortable and looked pretty sharp, too....not me.

I definately did not force Charleyboy and Piglet to listen to my appalling singing, by refusing to play their choice of CD as we drove to the movies...I wouldn't be that cruel.

I would never consider a chocolate milkshake a suitable meal replacement for a ham and salad sandwich......not me.

I most definately did not spend several minutes laughing my ass off after watching a truly ridiculous cat food commercial featuring a cat punching holes in a plaster wall to get to the bag of cat treats....while the guy minding the cat then plasters over the hole and tells his girlfriend "check this out" before repeating the process. It was not funny, especially to a dedicated animal lover like myself. And the funniest bit was not the camera panning out to show all the replastered holes in the wall. Definately not.

Nor did I spend a fruitless hour scanning Youtube looking for the damn thing so I could post it here. Not me.

AHHH...I feel better already....

Art Imitates Life....

Do you recognise these guys??

From left to right they are Kit and Sebi. You may know them better as Crash and Eddie but I am here to tell you....these are my kids. They walk, talk and stupid exactly like my kids. They think snot jokes are the height of wit. Farting in the car comes a close second. They spend their days eating me out of house and home and playing dead whenever I ask them to do anything. I'm raising the possum brothers. And you can bet I won't be getting any royalties, either. Life is hard, peeps.

@ home with the boys

is where I have spent most of this week....we'll get a few 'daytrips' done over the next week or so, providing I can pry #1 son out of bed before midday. I'm thinking a trip to Springbrook is on the cards....mama needs to reconnect before all the video game vibes melt my brain. In true school holiday tradition, both the boys have given up on picking up their stuff for the duration....which is why this
lovely still life sculpture is STILL gracing the middle of my loungeroom floor. Nice, guys.....really. This week also brought a visit from Sparky, 4 year old cousin and Sebi's constant companion in all things dangerous. So it was a nice surprise to find him sitting almost still, watching Kit play Xbox....he's the spitting image of Kit at that age, minus the curls (his fathers straight haired genes, lol)

Today, we're off to the movies to see Ice Age 3. Tomorrow we're going to Dreamworld. The weekend will be spent comatose, recharging for week 2. I can't wait.