A little photo montage of some of the activities we did during March Break:
A little photo montage of some of the activities we did during March Break:
A mom (we’ll call “Mom 1″) came running into McDonald’s screaming something like “a big kid is on a little kid in the playplace”. Immediately, I got a pit in my stomach…that big kid was probably my 9 year old son, in the playplace with all the other little kids. All parents went running into the playroom to see what was happening. We all saw the little girl who was crying and her mom (we’ll call “Mom 2″) was understandably being protective of her, while all parents were trying to figure out what happened. I just *knew* that my son did something, completely innocently, that scared this little girl, probably trying to hug her but, because he’s big for his age and she was maybe 4 years old, I can totally understand her fear. They were both way up in the top of the playplace, where no one inside the McDonald’s could actually see what was happening. I do not deny that he probably scared her but the situation got out of control VERY quickly.
Both Mom #1 and Mom #2 started yelling at him so I told them to stop, that he has Autism and doesn’t understand the language they were using.
Mom #1 said “Autism? Well then you’re stupid for letting him be in here unattended, and you shouldn’t even let him out of the house. Why are you in public with him?”
I’m sorry…but what??!!
I told her that he’s a child and is allowed outside, plus we haven’t had problems in the almost 10 years we’ve been going to that McDonald’s location. I tried turning my attention to Mom #2 to see if her daughter was ok. Her daughter was scared but physically ok. Mom #2 was understandably angry and upset.
Mom #1 kept yelling obscenities at me and my son. She even started claiming the little girl had peed her pants…which she hadn’t.
I’ll admit that I yelled back at her to stop yelling because it wasn’t helping the situation.
My son was calmly standing beside me, waiting because he clearly didn’t understand what was happening. I took him out of the playplace, got his winter stuff on, had him sit down while I got my stuff on…and Mom #1 started telling other parents how he has Autism so he’s a delinquent; he’s pure violence; he needs to be locked up; etc. I said “Excuse me, but I’m right here, and you’re talking about my CHILD. Stop spreading lies about him and Autism”. She started yelling and telling me how horrible of a parent I am; how dare I bring him out in public; he needs to be thrown away. I’m not proud but I lost it and told her that it was time for her to leave because she wasn’t helping the situation. We left as soon as we collected our things. My daughter was upset for leaving so quickly. My son was oblivious to what had just happened. I was ticked off. The kids’ grandfather was confused and wanting to protect all of us, but also get us home as soon as possible.
On our way out, I was glad to see Mom #2 taking her daughter and the other kids they were with back into the Playplace. That helped me feel better that her daughter was ok.
A few hours later, I’ve had time to calm down and think about the situation, and I’ve decided I would like to thank her…So, kind Mom #1…thank you…
Thank you for making me realize that I still have a redheaded temper (it’s been YEARS since I’ve seen it).
Thank you for bringing out my mama bear.
Thank you for changing the focus from the little girl to you.
Thank you for not allowing me to talk to Mom #2 to ensure her child was ok (I could see the child was ok, but I still wanted to check in, and offer to pay for their meals, etc).
Thank you for escalating the situation to pure emotions so I couldn’t ask you what you actually saw, which would mean I can then teach my son not to do that, thereby stopping it from happening again…because let’s face it, that’s what needs to happen.
Thank you for insulting my son over and over again.
Thank you for bringing my parenting into question (which I just laugh off…my ex husband tried worse after we split)
Thank you for spreading lies about what Autism is and who children with Autism are.
Thank you for motivating me to finally sign up for crisis intervention, basic breakaway and joint locks training, in case I have to protect myself and/or my children in the future, even if that’s to subdue my ever-growing 9yo, who is the size of a 12yo, during meltdown. I’ve been putting off signing up for it, not wanting to face the reality that he’s getting too big for me to physically intervene in a meltdown (which we experienced about a month ago, for the first time in over a year) and, dear Mom #1, if all that over-stimulus had caused a meltdown for him, you aren’t the one who would need to help him through it for hours or days. I am because I’m his mom.
Thank you for making my daughter get upset because she witnessed her mom yelling at another mom for the first time in her life.
Thank you for making me cry out of anger and frustration when I got home.
Thank you for showing me how much more awareness is needed out there because Autism is NOT pure violence, nor does it mean he’s a killer like you were claiming.
So, Mom #1, thank you for being the biggest motivation I’ve had in a few years to continue furthering my education to become a Social Worker to officially help other parents because, sadly, this type of situation happens all the time.
Thank you for making me even stronger.
I’ve mentioned this tip a few times recently so I thought I would share…
How to keep up with the clothing my kids’ outgrow (which seems daily right now!)
Comment below with your tips of how you stay on top of the kids’ clothing.
My man’s friend brought over a new toy…a deep fryer!
And chaos ensued, figuring out what could be deep fried, to “break it in”. I searched for a batter recipe on Pinterest, substituting cajun spices instead of the spices listed in the recipe. Next thing I know, Extreme Beans, B’nOlives, pickles and bacon were out.
The batter recipe said to tap everything dry from the juices.
My man covered everything with the batter and started frying. For the record, this was his first time deep frying and he didn’t burn anything!
Going into the fryer…
Checking to see how they are doing…
To plate everything, my man combined tzatziki and caesar salad dressings, with the spices from the Extreme Bean bottle (since he had used up the beans) for the dip. Here’s the “communal platter” for all the adults who were present…the children all passed…silly kids!
And because my man is a professional photographer, he felt the “need” to plate each item separately for me to take photos with my iPad. ;)
Deep Fried B’nOlives:
Deep Fried Pickles:
Deep Fried Extreme Beans:
Deep Fried Bacon:
Oh. My. Gawd!! So much yumminess…and proof my man is trying to “kill me” with all this deep fried yumminess! ;)
* This is NOT a sponsored post. *
* It’s just a snapshot in time of the craziness and yumminess that happens in our lives. *
A bit late because I was sick for a week with step throat (stay tuned for the blog post about that!), but here’s my son’s Autism class’ calendar for February:
His class is an Autism-specific class offered through our school board. They follow a Monday through Friday schedule rather than a Day 1 through Day 5 schedule like the rest of the school does.
Report cards were also sent home last Thursday so I decided to film how my kids’ report cards are different from other report cards that go home. My daughter’s report card is the same structure as mainstream school because she’s in mainstream schooling, but has a couple of accommodations for her IEP (Individualized Education Plan). My son’s report card however is very different from mainstream school, seeing as he’s in an Autism-specific class.
Never ceases to amaze me what medical professionals will say about our kiddos and their abilities…
Today, we woke up to a beautiful winter wonderland…and our first snow day of the school year!
We spent some time with the neighbours in our little culdesac, shoveling out everyone’s sidewalks and driveways, and playing with some of their dogs.
The kids were both exhausted and happy.
When we came back inside, I was getting hot chocolate and marshmallows in the kitchen and realized that somehow snow had come in from under the back door overnight. I moved the bookshelf and found a bunch of snow.
I cleaned it up and, while the bookshelf was moved and half of the kitchen floor was now clean and dry, I figured I would take advantage of it and start putting the laminate flooring I had bought last week, on at least that portion of the kitchen floor. For the last two years since we moved into our home, we just had the underflooring that had been hiding underneath the horrible flooring we had to pull out before redoing the kitchen.
Soon, my daughter got curious about what I was doing in the kitchen and the next thing I knew, she was helping!
Now we have a beautiful kitchen floor, that we laid ourselves…
…and my daughter has even asked if something new can be added to her chore chart: mopping the kitchen floor!