Another Duncan escape this morning. Used to track these back to an unlocked door, but now he can climb over the backyard fence.
Found him, dirty, obviously having found a marking pen so that in addition to the dirt sticking to his mosquito sprayed body and he had scribbles on his legs and ink stained lips and teeth, standing behind the garage, silent with his left foot raised and a goat head sticker hanging from it.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Like a Gun in my Back: Handleading
He will steer me to the pantry and even if he doesn't know what he wants, he'll get a yoohoo.
Or, the spice cabinet where he wants a little sugar and a little salt.
Or, the spice cabinet where he wants a little sugar and a little salt.
Laugh With Me, Not At Me
Duncan manipulated a tall plastic cup with a long spoon and a puddle of Hershey's syrup at the bottom.
He scampered out of the kitchen, in just his underwear, headed to the couch.
Less than 10 minutes later, he has chocolate fingers and face; his chest and underwear streaked with the smears of where he wiped his hands and, in his belly button, a thin film of chocolate had been rubbed in, with his own sticky fingers.
He scampered out of the kitchen, in just his underwear, headed to the couch.
Less than 10 minutes later, he has chocolate fingers and face; his chest and underwear streaked with the smears of where he wiped his hands and, in his belly button, a thin film of chocolate had been rubbed in, with his own sticky fingers.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
The Second 10 years
This year, Duncan's 10th, we did not have a birthday party in December; instead there will be an "Un-Birthday-Party" in the summer, just about half-a-year from his true birthday.
Water. Messes. Boxing stuff. Cartoon Madness.
Quantitative:
-popped lenses out of my sunglasses and they're gone.
-popped lens out of Brett's much more expensive sunglasses - lens retrieved and restored! Yay!
-slammed colander of popcorn around last night and fell asleep on couch above the popcorn strewn living room
-didn't eat the pancakes and syrup.
- keeps wanting in the pantry, but just wants to sit and look. He asks for the hand santizer. He tries to climb the shelves where there are cook books, vinegars, bug spray and hand santizer. Gets told "no". Then, being forced to make a decision he pulls out a Yoo-hoo, which he has occasionally taken to squeezing out on the lawn, or worse, the floor.
-often seems not to know what he wants - in addition to not being to articulate what does know he wants
-impossible to keep pens in a place that they can be useful. same for pencils, they are found and the soft wood chewed away.
-Happy Father's Day to Brett who is right up there with the best dad's in the universe ever!
Water. Messes. Boxing stuff. Cartoon Madness.
Quantitative:
-popped lenses out of my sunglasses and they're gone.
-popped lens out of Brett's much more expensive sunglasses - lens retrieved and restored! Yay!
-slammed colander of popcorn around last night and fell asleep on couch above the popcorn strewn living room
-didn't eat the pancakes and syrup.
- keeps wanting in the pantry, but just wants to sit and look. He asks for the hand santizer. He tries to climb the shelves where there are cook books, vinegars, bug spray and hand santizer. Gets told "no". Then, being forced to make a decision he pulls out a Yoo-hoo, which he has occasionally taken to squeezing out on the lawn, or worse, the floor.
-often seems not to know what he wants - in addition to not being to articulate what does know he wants
-impossible to keep pens in a place that they can be useful. same for pencils, they are found and the soft wood chewed away.
-Happy Father's Day to Brett who is right up there with the best dad's in the universe ever!
Saturday, June 19, 2010
One Step Forward, Two Steps Back
He was up until 4 am last night and he is so destructive that he can't be up alone. He is 10 years old and this only gets harder.
He can't dress himself, or wash himself or wipe himself. He can't speak a single word and - perhaps worst of all - he has nothing, nothing, nothing to occupy himself. Any object, toy or otherwise, gets chewed in the same way. He likes the t.v. to be on, but I don't believe he understands plots and such. He doesn't have the attention span to sit still and watch, though he likes to fall asleep in front of a t.v. So, he climbs and chews and destroys.
It is so hard to get anything done. One must literally watch him. He doesn't really play or interact, so it's no fun watching him, but someone has to. I compare it to driving; you have to sit there, paying attention and even if sitting still, it is tiring. This makes it hard to get anything done.
My sister came over, when he and I were home alone, and she helped me clean the pantry out and such. Lovely. In the meantime, just in through the open doorway to the living room he managed to open a window and burst out through the screen onto the porch.
One step forward, two steps back.
He can't dress himself, or wash himself or wipe himself. He can't speak a single word and - perhaps worst of all - he has nothing, nothing, nothing to occupy himself. Any object, toy or otherwise, gets chewed in the same way. He likes the t.v. to be on, but I don't believe he understands plots and such. He doesn't have the attention span to sit still and watch, though he likes to fall asleep in front of a t.v. So, he climbs and chews and destroys.
It is so hard to get anything done. One must literally watch him. He doesn't really play or interact, so it's no fun watching him, but someone has to. I compare it to driving; you have to sit there, paying attention and even if sitting still, it is tiring. This makes it hard to get anything done.
My sister came over, when he and I were home alone, and she helped me clean the pantry out and such. Lovely. In the meantime, just in through the open doorway to the living room he managed to open a window and burst out through the screen onto the porch.
One step forward, two steps back.
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