Friday, January 22, 2010

A week of first


Wow this week has been crazy busy. We had Dylan's first week of intensive therapy at C.H.I.P.S. I was happily surprised that there was very few melt downs, for Dylan doesn't take changes in his day very well. This is also the first week Dylan has showed any affection toward anyone but me and the first time he snuggled up to he's Daddy and fell asleep ( I wish I took a picture but my camera wasn't charged)

In the short time we have been going to playgroup therapy, Dylan is making fast progress. He is starting to mimic words, imagination play, and he's starting to get a little better in group. He is still walking away for groups of three or more. This is an improvement however from him walking away as soon as someone would join him at a play table.

This week was also Dylan's first long trip to the Library. He did better than I though he would. However, I must say sorry for anyone at Way Public Library who was there Monday for the melt downs and the screams. He did enjoy sitting on my lap and reading. However, I learned that Mommy's are not allowed to study as Dylan decided to sit on my book.

Right now I'm sitting in a warm house and wishing that I could take Dylan to the park. This is his favorite thing to do when it's warm out. I learned fast that Dylan hates the feel of cold. He will not touch snow and he hates going out when it's snowing outside. He screams when snowflakes touch his skin.

This little boy is amazing me everyday. Like I always say Dylan has Autism, Autism doesn't have him.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

My Little Monkey!!








I never thought I'd be that Mom, the Mom that stays up till 12am because her little one won't sleep. Well, here I am it's 12:14am and my Little Monkey wants to play. I for one want to sleep. I hear him in his bed crying because he wants out and I'm trying not to give in.






Already so young he knows how to melt my heart. I'll walk in there and he'll look up at me with those baby blues as to say "Please Mommy, if you love me you'll pick me up." How can you not give in. Even in his mute little ways we have our own language.
I mean look at those eyes and tell me you can say no.