My Son is Autistic

Today we started potty training, round three. It went abetter then rounds one and two.  We had one pee accident, but we were outside at the time, so clean up was easy. Collin also went poop in the potty! YEAH!  And that’s where the fun ended.

During nap time Collin went poop in his pullup and then played in it and was  covered. YEAH! But things like that are going to happen. Lucky for mom, dad was the one who found him.

Other then that he never peeded! Not in his underpants or on the potty. I’m sure he’s waithing until tonight. Should be fun laundry.

I hope tomorrow goes as well, and that I can keep a good attitude.  It’s a hard parent right of passage, potty training. I know everyone goes through this, and I hope I can make it. I still have Brady to go!

Wish us luck!

Today I want to tell you all about Brady. Brady is our youngest son. He is now 10 1/2 months old and so fun! I has big blue eyes and a smile that would melt anyone’s heart. He loves to laugh, play with balls, get into everything and most of all he loves Collin.

No matter what else is going on he will smile if Collin is in the room. Now that he crawls he fallows him all over the house, much to Collins dismay. Collin isn’t a fan a Brady, but he’ s not a fan of most kids. Brady climbs on him and takes his toys and is just a little brother. But my little Brady is the best thing that could ever happen to Collin.

Brady has an ability to love and play that will reach Collin. It’s very few and far between, but there are days when Collin will play with Brady, and it makes him so happy.

But I worry about my Brady. I worry that he too will be sucked into this world of  Autism. I worry that the light will go out of his eyes just as it did my Scooters. I try not to worry, Live in Faith, not Fear. But it’s hard not too. Everyday I watch for signs. Poor kids is watched like a hawk. I watch him,  his dad does, his grandparents do and so do Collins therapists. 

Just like Collin, I promissed Brady I would do anything for him. And this little boy is giving me a run for my money.  Oh how I love my Brady.  Stay with me little guy. Stay with me.

I wasn’t able t0 post yesterday because we got home late from a very fun day of swimming. Both our b0ys love to swim and we have been very blessed to have a pool at Grandma and Grandpa Slim’s house to swim in when every we want. But yesterday we went swimming outside at the Sears Pool.

I’ve never taken to boys swimming anywhere other then Grandma and Grandpas because it takes at least two people to watch them. Yesterday was Ryan’s work party at the pool and it was awesome. Both Collin and Brady had so much fun. They loved the kid pool and being able to walk and crawl around in the water. Collin loved the slide and lazy river.  He really does best in the water. It’s his world and he shines. I”m excited to take him to swimming lessons next year.

We also had speech therapy yesterday. Collin did OK. He still won’t talk, and it drives us all crazy. We know he knows how to talk and he is so smart. He will sign almost anything you ask him too.  Yesterday he even told his therapist he wanted a “red chicken”. Such a stubborn little guy. He will only do things when and if he wants to.

Which has been making today a fun day…Potty Training. I’ll post more on that later.

Today I attended the funeral of  a good friend’s father.  I’ve been thinking alot about him this past week, remembering how he touched my life. It made me realize that when I go I want to be remembered the way I remember him.

He was always so kind to everyone he came in contact with. I remember the times he would make me laugh on days when my little teen age world was falling apart. He would take the time to learn about you, for who you were and love you no matter what.

When I die how will people remember me. Most importantly how will my children remember me. Will they remember a fun mom, who would let them play and be children. Or a mom who yelled and was mad at them. I’m sure there will be times the later will enter their minds, but my hope is those times will be few and far between.

Life is sh0t, we never know when the Lord will call us home. My hope is I can make everyday a good day, a day my kids will remember as fun, a day they knew with out a doubt they were loved.