No more pencils. No more books. No more teacher's dirty looks.

I don't know about you all but I am diffidently ready for the school year to be over.  This year it really felt like it came and went so fast.  I'm still working on our night time routine.  I still haven't figured out if it's better that I take a shower at night or morning to save time.  I'm pretty sure I have a laundry basket of clean clothes from September that I have to put away.

I need a breather.  I need a break from the emails and the letters and the ARDS and cue cards.  Not to mention the beast that is 6th grade.  I'm ready for that grade to be over with.  It's like a tooth ache.  2 down 2 more to go.
Honestly sometimes I find myself feeling angry.  I just want my kiddo to enjoy kindergarten the way I did.  The way I think I did. The way kids should?

I don't see N-Zilla enjoying school.  Not even a babble of what happened at recesses.  When I ask him how school was his immediate reply is, "I didn't get in trouble".  That's sad.  That makes me sad.  Tons of sad face emoticons.  TONS!

So this summer we are staying home.  Our house. Getting to enjoy a much needed break.

Tomorrow is a new day.  Next school year is a new school year and we are still us but we will be rested. Focused.  Appreciating who we are and what our life is.  I will be doing more of the soul searching-I'm sure-while the kids will be happy to sleep in (mostly).

Obsession Sundays #3

It's not Sunday or even Monday...but the picture was taken on Sunday with the intention of posting.  

So welcome to Sunday Obsession Mine Craft edition

Obsession Sundays #2

ob·ses·sion  [uhb-sesh-uhn] 

noun

1. 

the domination of one's thoughts or feelings by a persistent idea, image, desire, etc.

2.

the idea, image, desire, feeling, etc., itself.

3.

the state of being obsessed.

4.

the act of obsessing.

Origin: 
1505–15;  < Latin obsessiōn-  (stem of obsessiō ) blockade, siege, equivalent to obsess ( us ) (see obsess) +-iōn- -ion

Obsession Sundays. Our newest obsession.

ob·ses·sion

  [uhb-sesh-uhn] 

noun

1.

the domination of one's thoughts or feelings by a persistent idea, image, desire, etc.

2.

the idea, image, desire, feeling, etc., itself.

3.

the state of being obsessed.

4.

the act of obsessing.

Origin: 
1505–15;  < Latin obsessiōn-  (stem of obsessiō ) blockade, siege, equivalent to obsess ( us ) (see obsess) +-iōn- -ion

Dictionary.com 

Meet Steve.  Steve is from Mind Craft.  For the record I know absolutely nothing about Mind Craft except for the fact that it's N-Zilla's new obsession.  Which means it's now mine.  Which means some how it will be worked into his "sensory diet.

This funny thing happens when your kid is obsessed with something...it drives you-the parent-crazy.  Or just me.  I am not by nature a fanatical person.  I don't understand  it, but N-Zilla does and like a lot of things that goes with being a parent and/or a parent of a child with AU...I love it because he loves it.  If I don't embrace I will destruct...so when in Rome or Mind Craft do as Steve and N-Zilla do.  

If you've met one person...Then you've met one person.

Their is a saying that if you've met one person with Autism then you've met one person with Autism.  This is true.  If so-and-so's brother's sister's cousin who is Autistic didn't like the texture of pizza doesn't mean N-Zilla doesn't like pizza.  In fact his taste/smell/texture aversion is to anything turkey, thyme, and mash potatoes.  I made the mistake of making N-Zilla eat mash potatoes once and had to clean up the mess that followed.  
I know that I'm being sensitive to or have lost my patients with certain comments like: I knew someone with Autism and so-and-so didn't do that or He does so well for having you know or Doesn't seem like their is anything wrong with him. These statments makes me frustrated and angry...and I get tired of being the front woman for AU, Sensory Processing Disorder etc. All I know is that I am an expert on N-Zilla and a very bad one at that.   I know you mean well or just don't know what's ok or not ok to say.  That's why I smile and nod or politely respond with a vague answer.  If I have the energy I will go in detail.  I will save my bitching for the car ride home or blog about it later.

N-Zilla in the City

Last weekend my cousin came to SA to visit.  We took her to Market Square and played at the Playground next to the Children's Hospital Santa Rosa.  We walked around had Corn-in-a-Cup enjoyed each others company.  It was a super happy day.

Christmas Cards the N-Zilla way

We've stop taking pictures with the professionals.  Last time I took the kids to The Picture People N-Zilla was a little less then a year.

I've learned that taking pictures the traditional way is just not for us right now.  I've got a tween, a three year old and my N-Zilla.

 If you have your own N-Zilla you know that when taking pictures of your kiddo won't always look at the camera or smile on cue. Pictures are blurry, and it's always hard for me to see one of our family being the odd man out in pictures.  I figured if one of us is not going to look at the camera...none of us are.

I decided this year we were going to look for N-Zilla for photo advice and follow suite.

I took the pictures on different days...depending on the moods of who wanted to take a picture.  Most of us were in our pajamas.  It was fun and our Christmas card came out cute.  Sure I mailed them out on the 21st and our loved ones will most likely receive them after Christmas...but I think they will like them all the same.  Merry Christmas every one...From our N-Zilla Family to Yours.