Yes, I realize it's January 11. I was in Mexico up until late Saturday night and I've spent the last few days unpacking and trying to adjust to real life again. I was with my family (no kids!) at an all-inclusive resort in Mexico. It was beautiful and I spent as much time doing NOTHING as possible. It was fantastic. I went parasailing, snorkeling, and even held a monkey! I also took naps on the beach, ate tons of food (including sushi!), drank a few margaritas, and brought in the new year on the dance floor. For a little while I was able to forget that the word autism existed. It was amazing.
I missed my kids terribly though. I noticed that when certain things happened, I wanted to tell them immediately. Like when we snorkeled, my husband saw a nurse shark. Tyler would have been thrilled and he was the first person I thought of. And when I held the monkey, I thought of Derek. When I showed him the picture of it, he tried to grab the monkey out of the picture. :)
Monday hurt like a banchee. I slept through the alarm somehow, so the kids were late from the start. Then Derek decided he didn't want to go to preschool and locked himself in my bedroom. I had to use a screwdriver to get the door unlocked. GREAT start to the day. But on the plus side, I also noticed how much he is TALKING. He is babbling up a storm. If you ask him to say a word, he'll at least try to say it back. Unless it is an easy word, he's almost guaranteed to mispronounce it--for instance helicopter is "di-dit" and Kristen was "Kee-kee" but he is TRYING. 6 months ago? Not a chance. It gives me so much hope. Some day, my son will be able to hold a conversation and actually be able to communicate. I know it. I believe.
My show is up and the doors are open. The opening reception is this Saturday from 4-6. I'm trying to figure out what to say when I'm supposed to speak to the crowd (assuming people actually show up). I guess I'll think of something...