Monday 2 November 2009

Little M(y)

The subject line of this post is courtesy of a rather 'fab' new Twitter homey: @shinybiscuit aka Katie Taylor. Neither of us use the word 'fab' ever. Honest.

Katie had read several posts on Twitter I wrote about 'Little M' and duly thought 'he' was a 'she' based on it sounding like Little My from The Moomins, an obscure Finnish cartoon.



This is funny for many reasons (well it was to us anyway) but it does bring a new character into the blog: older brother of The Tokoroth, Little M.

If he even has ASD, Tokoroth does not have it bad. Of the Triad of Impairments that define autism it's the communication that is really an issue. So when he recently woke crying at 5am it was obvious something was wrong but he was unable to articulate what the problem was. He was inconsolable and shouting something about 'fogs'.

Just as frustration (on both sides) was reaching fever pitch, Little M rolled over in his sleep and mumbled (quite theatrically):

"He just wants the Speckled Frog song!"

Little M has a remarkable ability to interpret his little brothers wants and needs, even in his sleep it would appear.

Of course no sooner was it on and we were safely retired to bed than it was ended and he was throwing a tantrum again. Second time around he was shown how to hit the skip-back button which meant no more tantrums but another ninety minutes of

"Three little speckled frogs
Sitting on a speckled log
Eating the most delicious lunch
yumm yummy"

This is only funny in the retelling, trust me on this!

Sunday 1 November 2009

Sunday

Things aren't great at the moment but sometimes you have to stand on your own two feet and something I have learned is that it can always, ALWAYS, be worse so you make the most of the good stuff.


Here is an example of the good stuff. Sunday afternoon, Sunday papers and The Tokoroth crashed out on the bed with me back at The Box.

The rest of the world does not exist.