Our early risers get out of bed and hit the ceiling. Where they get all that energy from I'd love to know. If ever there is a self-powered flight, it will be DEE flapping his hands as he launches over the wild blue yonder.
We're pretty lucky; my Mom is very active in the boys' lives. Summertime for the boys means movies, jet skiing, and lots and lots and lots of pool time. Grandma took the Kid Crew to the Creek on Tuesday. There are 5 kids in the Kid Crew and 3 are on the spectrum (two of which are ours). They played on the Creek for so long, and so hard, that DEE passed out in the 3rd row of Grandma's Buick and Did Not Wake for 3 hours.
He slept-walked when I moved him from Grandma's car to mine. He slept-walked from my car to the big brown coach at our house. He slept through the normal nightly routine. Hey - at 109 pounds, he's the biggest 9 year old we know. He's not chubby at all - he's dense, muscular and strong, and too heavy for this Momma to carry anymore. *sniff* That's a rite of passage, isn't it? When your baby is to big to carry. *sniff**sniff*
Smiley passed out in my car during the ride from the office to the house. Daddy carried him from the car to his bed. Smiley slept the clock around to 6 am!
We were getting ready for bed when DEE woke up. He was hungry! Of course, this boy is ALWAYS hungry. He got a big bowl of Frosted Mini Wheats. He watched an episode of Super Why on Netflix. Then he took off, running and flapping, squealing and laughing, and generally winding himself up at 9 o'clock at night.
I got him to lay down again on the big brown couch. He said he needed to relax. "What would help you relax?" I asked him. "Music," he said. (If you've ever seen the 1st episode of Super Why then you know where that response came from.)
"What kind of music would you like?" He considered it. "Daddy play guitar." "You'll have to ask him," I told DEE.
"DADDY - WILL YOU PLAY GUITAR FOR ME?" he yelled.
~ Now, right here, as I type this conversation, you might be tempted to believe that these "circles of communication" happen all the time. NOT SO, mon ami. We usually survive on a verbal diet of Thomas the Tank Engine references. This is one of the longest conversations I've had with him. It was AMAZING! ~Daddy went and got out his six string, sat down, and sang the Beatles, Paul Simon, Jimmy Buffett, and other folks whose names he'd have to tell you. Sometimes, DEE nodded his head. Sometimes DEE wiggled his feet to the rhythm of the music. DEE sometimes tried to sing along; he didn't know the words but he was trying. (I nearly cried.) After about 20 minutes, Daddy looked at him, "Are relaxed enough for bed now?"
"Yeah." said DEE with a b*i*g yawn.
And we, all 4 of us, got a full - nights - sleep.
