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TINY TALES OF AUTISM – HOW THE COOKIE CRUMBLES

It is 11:00 pm and I’m baking cookies right now. Not fancy cookies. They do have chocolate chips in them, but that doesn’t count as fancy in these days of “foodie” ingredients like “truffle infused rose hips,” or “artisan crumbles featuring dribbles of lavender oil” or “pomegranate compote with a semi-sweet seaweed foam glaze.”

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The chips are plain chocolate. Milk chocolate, according the package. I didn’t make the chips, which already makes me a terrible person, but nobody is perfect.

I have 8 – 10 minutes to explain why I bake cookies. Cyclone Kid is sleeping upstairs. I wanted snacks, pie in particular, but we don’t have anything like that in our house.

The last time I went on a diet, years ago, I resolved that food was supposed to be work and that work takes time. The fact that our busy lives have made it so that we no longer have time to eat anything that is not instantaneous, was making me fat and impatient. So the first step I took was that I stopped buying pre-made and pre-package desserts.

We all know that food isn’t supposed to just “happen” all the time. Science is awesome and has given us some amazing products that just pop into existence like you’re strolling through “Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory.” But, we come from hunters and gathers and cavemen. None of them had microwave, gas station burritos.

I’m not some anarchist who thinks all food should be raw, or stuff should be made only with the recipes they used back in Biblical times. But, I did promise myself that if I wanted a darn cookie, I had to want it enough to:

Preheat the oven,
Walk over to the freezer,
Get out the package of cookie dough,
Open up the package,
Grab a cookie sheet,
Put the lovely balls of dough on the sheet,
Arrange them 2″ apart
Slide the dough balls into the now pre-heated oven…

And then, most importantly, wait...

Wait for just a little while. Long enough to clean a few dishes. To sing an old song that just popped into my head. Sometimes I end up waiting so long that I decide that I don’t want cookies at all and that I should take them to work the next day, instead.

At times, I wait long enough to stand there, breathing, while I stare at the the wall. For 8 -10 minutes.

There goes the timer. It flies by. The waiting worked out fine. Now it’s time to let things cool off.

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Autism, child health, comedian, Comedy, humor, Miss Shannan, Uncategorized

TINY TALES OF AUTISM – “HELPING HANDS” OR “WANNA HEAR ABOUT MY HOLE?”

imageSee the little dude in the photo, over there? That’s my Cyclone Kid. The reason I work so hard. The little man who makes me laugh, without saying a word. He is my handsome, fuzzy-headed companion. That’s my kid, and as I’ve mentioned before, he also has Autism Spectrum Disorder.

I adore him, but he can be a lot of work. One of the things that took a long time for me to come to terms with is that I can’t do everything. That was a harsh realization for me. I’ve always prided myself on not asking for people’s help, and not being a bother to anyone. And frankly, not risking the disappointment of putting yourself out there and not getting back the response that you desired.

It is not something that I admit easily, but it is something that I should have admitted sooner; before I developed the permanent, exhaustion-fueled bags under my eyes. Kids are a lot of work. Kids with Autism, increasingly so, and no, you don’t have the time or energy to be great at everything.

This leads me to my latest Cyclone Kid story.  If you can’t tell from the photo, Cyclone Kid is quite the bundle. At 5 years-old he’s already more than half my height and weight, and as strong as a baby bear. But, he doesn’t know that, which is okay. At this point, he’s still an adorable baby bear.

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The other day while we were playing, he gave me one of his baby bear style hugs and knocked us both off balance. In typical Mama Bear fashion, I elected not to fall on him and instead reached out to brace myself against the nearest wall.  As it turns out, drywall is no match for Cyclone Kid and me. My hand went right through, creating this lovely hand-sized hole in our wall.  

That was awesome.  I took a deep breath and then laughed for 10 minutes. (I’m a comic. If we don’t laugh at weird stuff like this, we’d burst into tears.) Then reality set in, that chuckles do not repair drywall.

Here’s where the “helping hand” comes in. I considered trying to fix the hole myself, but instead, I mentioned the fiasco to my good buddy, Derick. Of course, he laughed at me too, but after only two compulsory, “Sure I can help you with your hole,” jokes, he patched things right up. Totally worth it! 

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My “Knight in Plastered-Armor” took about 15 minutes to do what would have taken me all day, or even worse turned into an “I Love Lucy” style disaster. 

(Don’t get me wrong. If I ever get a sitcom, that’s totally what’s going to happen in the episode. We’ll call it “Plaster-geddon.)

Many families with children on the Autism Spectrum talk about how they wish that they had asked for help sooner. I am no exception. So thank you to all the good friends that have stepped up to help this occasional “lady in distress.” Cyclone Kid and I appreciate you all very much.

Miss Shannan Paul

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TINY TALES OF AUTISM – WEEKEND WARRIOR

imageWhat’s your weekend like?  Trips to the park? Morning cartoons? We get that sometimes.  But, we also have therapy sessions.  My little Cyclone Kid works hard and sometimes to get enough therapy hours in. We’ll pick up a Saturday morning ABA session.

Instead of Bugs Bunny, he was working on his Vocal Imitation Trials, Letter Recognition and Time Compliance. Things that he has to practice daily so that he can catch up to his peers. Like I said, Cyclone Kid works hard.

Me, I kept busy downstairs in my office. Including working on this lovely little display of my sword collection.  I think I’ll start a Pinterest Board, called “Sharp Around the Edges.”image

Hope that your Saturday is beautiful.

Miss Shannan Paul
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Autism, humor

THANKSGIVING WAS A BLAST, NOW BACK TO REALITY

We hope that you all had a great Thanksgiving. After a long weekend, I go back to work tomorrow, so look forward to more check-ins from Mundania. I know you can hardly bear the anticipation.

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Not your usual use of bakegoods
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Me and my sisters
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SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK

Sometimes you have to give yourself a pat on the back. I’m not great at it. I usually pick myself apart and I always think I could do better at whatever random thing it is that I’m trying to achieve. But sometimes I think, “Wow, you’re really good at that.”

My little man is Autistic. Lately Dom has been waking up for two or three hours in the middle of the night for what I’ve affectionately started calling “Pre-Schooler House Party.” Oh, he has a great time. We drink almond milk, jam some kiddy songs, dance on some tables with lamp shades on out heads. It’s a blast!

I’m not sure if it’s the change in his therapy schedule, or the fact that he’s given up on naps or what, but it’s certainly not wearing off quickly.
At first I tried, in vain, to get him back on track. Kids are supposed to sleep through the night. I know that. I hear it all the time from my friends that have non-autistic kids. They lie there peacefully, drool rolling down their cherub-like little faces. My friends brag. Then I think, “Maybe I should get new friends.”
Sleep through the night – not my kid. Looking back, I think he’s sleep completely through the night maybe 100 times in the 3and 1/2 years he’s been here. I’m really bad at math, but I’m pretty sure that’s a crappy ratio.
The thing is; I’m really good at waking up in the middle of the night. I’ve always been a wonky sleepy. My friends used to call me the “Borg,” and joke that I never slept, I just plugged in to recharge at 45 minute cycles.
But I’m great at rubbing the crust out of my eyes at 1:30 am and listening to Dom babble at me. I can make waffles without burning them, and even smoothly spread the peanut butter without sleepily losing a finger.

I’m great at being a 2:00 am architect of “Pillow Forts.” At 2:45 am, I can still work the DVD player, so we can watch Thomas the Tank Engine for 1,011th time.

And at 3:30 am, when Dom finally is ready to go back to sleep I have just energy to plop him back in his bed and cover him up with his favorite blanket. It’s the fuzzy one, with the frayed edges.
It feels good to be good at something.