-The second session of camp started this week. I agreed to let the bird ride the bus on the way home. She loves it! I, of course, was armed with my camera for the very moment the bus pulled up. When the driver opened the doors and asked "which kid is yours" I said, "the cute one." Obv. Note the finger in the ear which has now become constant.
-Word association: this weekend while the iPod was on shuffle, we landed on the song Bloodsuckers by David Garza. Little Bird was listening and then shouts, "suckers! I want lollipops!"
-I had what seemed like a Midwestern Moment this week... All set and ready to walk out the door to drop off the bird at camp. Garage door fail. Stuck inside. I run back inside, call my neighbor/friend Jen as she's pulling out of her own driveway to drop her daughter at camp (different camp). She swings by and grabs me and the bird and drops her at camp. Later in the morning, Greg came home to help me get my car out the garage. He asked the teenage neighbor kid to help him get the garage open manually. The kid was already here mowing my lawn. Yes, friends out in LA, a teenaged neighbor cuts my grass. So cute, right?!
-Many kids with Autism don't play with toys appropriately. My kid tends to chew on toys and/or mouth them. I found this....
Her whole lower arm has been gnawed, the other hand looks chewed on, and her nose looks bitten (to spite her face?) That oughta wipe that smug smile right off her face.