Thank goodness for SOC Sundays, because just when I was about to get things done yesterday, I had a wee stomach bug that sidelined me for the day. And once again, between school vacation full-time momming and LTYM (which I adore, but is a bigger job than I had bargained for) taking over my life, my poor blog is suffering. But with SOC Sunday I can take a snippet out of my brain and call it a post. Wheeeee!
Jacob is getting really crafty. He's always got something going on... some phrase or word or sound that he repeats over and over. When he was little it was word-for-word scripting from his favorite TV shows. But he's become much more creative now.
His language is growing by leaps and bounds, and I'm not complaining about that in the least. OK, I;m lying, I DO complain about it sometimes when he talks all the time. We are a family of talkers, and often there is precious little peace in the house.
There is a lot that is frustrating for Jacob in life, and he needs to vent his frustration like we all do. And these days, his favorite word to do that with? Is "Stupid" - which happens to be one of my least favorite words in the English language (of course).
The first time he used it, I was thrilled with his being "age-appropriate" (I even wrote a post about it!) but now I'm getting really tired of it.
Because, of course, once he realized it annoys me? Its value has risen sky high. So it's not just being used to express his feelings ("Stupid Batman!" when he can't get the guy to fit in the Batmobile in a way that lets the top close) but instead, it's become his beloved catchphrase.
He inserts it into EVERYTHING... asking to watch "Sponge Bob Stupid Pants," asking for his "stupid" dinner and singing "Twinkle Twinkle Stupid Star" along with me at night.
And then, when I have had enough and start threatening loss of privileges - like his beloved TV - if he says it again? He is changes over to... spelling it out: S - T - U - P - I - D. And I have to laugh, as he is being so clever.
I still don't like it, but as he is being so S-M-A-R-T about it, I let it slide when he spells it.
The other thing Jake's taken up lately is mewoing like Gary the pet snail in Sponge Bob. This isn't a frustration release, he just enjoys the sound, in a delightful stimmy sort of way. And I know that stimming calms autists and makes them happy, so I'm not trying to completely squash him when he makes the sounds that bring him such joy.
But I really don't want them being bellowed 3 inches from my face, either. So I am asking him at times to stop meowing. And you know what he's doing, then?
M - E - O - W.
New to SOCS? It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…
- Set a timer and write for 5 minutes only.
- Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spell-checking. This is writing in the raw.