Said when she excavated an old brownie from the back seat of the car. Hey, it was in a Ziploc bag and was under a month old...so not even close to the worst thing that she's popped into her mouth off of the floor of the car.
"I can handle this."
Her therapists are teaching her to recognize emotions beyond happy, sad, and mad. She's learning about more nuanced emotions like nervous and irritated, which are harder to explain and identify, but which will surely come in handy since they cover about 90% of what she feels during any given day. They were also explaining to her how to deal with the emotions and somewhere in the course of that someone used this phrase. Had they consulted me, I would have gone with "I can dig it."
Mom: "Audrey, eat your hamburger. Don't just eat the.... Don't just eat the.... The.... The....
Mom: "Yes. Thank you."
It was the first time that she finished one of my sentences. I'm feeling a little bit better about about growing old and senile with her...a process that we are well into by now.
"I go in the tulip bathroom. I don't go in the seashell bathroom."
Audrey's school moved within the office park that they are located, and it's rocked her world more than I had anticipated. The kids are now all together in one space, whereas they had been separated into two before. She enters through a different door, has a new classroom, lunchroom, etc. But of all the changes, the only thing that she has commented on is the bathroom situation. Whenever I ask her anything about how her day was, what's going on at school, etc., she comes back with this.
I had a chance to tour the new digs last week, and I was the only mother who asked to see the bathrooms. And I was definitely the only mother taking pictures of them.
|The "tulip" bathroom|
|The seashell bathroom|