My son got his first beta fish. It was a late Christmas gift. We named him Snook. He was with us for just a short time. But he was a beautiful beta. All different colors and his fins were so long and flowing.
See the story is much the same as any. Kid gets a fish and doesn't understand that you can't actually play with them. They aren't puppies or kittens. You can't pet them, hug them, love them.
But then someone, Aunt Rhinoseeker, sits at the table and just has to keep trying to pet the fish. She just has to touch him. Now Snook wasn't the play with me type. More of a touch me not. Imagine that!
This gives my son the idea. He has to play with it.
A little later, he is sitting at the table, and starts screaming bloody murder! I have no clue whats wrong but I go in thinking, "he's hurt"!
No. Not even close.
My son, who doesn't understand everything the way most kids his age do, has been playing with Snook alright. There is water all over the table, his pants are wet, and there is Snook, the beautiful beta, floating in the top of the bowl.
His long flowing fins have ALL been ripped off! He was still alive, watching pieces of his fins sink to the bottom of the bowl.
Aunt Rhinoseeker, got the honor of flushing Snook, sending him to the great fish bowl in the sky. Meanwhile, my son, doesn't understand that he murdered his fish. And I have no clue how to explain it to him.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
The Pumpkin Bucket
So as I posted previously, my son has taken to peeing in his room! Yes I know, gross.
Well I was sitting here with him at the table and he was playing his Leapster. We were just hanging out, waiting on Dad to get home to start our Winter Solstice activities. He gets up and runs into his room. A few seconds later I hear the distinct sound of pee hitting plastic.
Now mind you I clean this child's room today. I mean cleaned it! Picked up his toys, got rid of some toys, vacummed and sprayed. We even put up his little white tree on his dresser and decorated it. His room looks so nice and smells good and is ready for SANTA to bring his new toys come Sunday.
So here I was hearing this sound of sputttttttttt, you know how it sounds. I get up and I am already mad, "if you are peeing in your room again..." then I saw it.
My son had emptied his Cars out of the Halloween bucket and was aiming strait for it. And hitting his mark might I add.
Well, naturally, that threw me off my gaurd and I just grabbed the bucket and made sure he continued to hit the pumpkin bucket and not the floor. Once he is done I take the bucket and empty it in the toilet and rinse it in the tub.
I don't know about you, but I don't think I want any treats from that pumpkin any time in the future!
Well I was sitting here with him at the table and he was playing his Leapster. We were just hanging out, waiting on Dad to get home to start our Winter Solstice activities. He gets up and runs into his room. A few seconds later I hear the distinct sound of pee hitting plastic.
Now mind you I clean this child's room today. I mean cleaned it! Picked up his toys, got rid of some toys, vacummed and sprayed. We even put up his little white tree on his dresser and decorated it. His room looks so nice and smells good and is ready for SANTA to bring his new toys come Sunday.
So here I was hearing this sound of sputttttttttt, you know how it sounds. I get up and I am already mad, "if you are peeing in your room again..." then I saw it.
My son had emptied his Cars out of the Halloween bucket and was aiming strait for it. And hitting his mark might I add.
Well, naturally, that threw me off my gaurd and I just grabbed the bucket and made sure he continued to hit the pumpkin bucket and not the floor. Once he is done I take the bucket and empty it in the toilet and rinse it in the tub.
I don't know about you, but I don't think I want any treats from that pumpkin any time in the future!
Monday, December 19, 2011
Why is peeing so fun to him?
Okay so my son has been driving me insane the past few days. His tolorence for being bored is only so high and there really isn't much to keep him occupied when he has done it all.
So to keep himself intertained he has picked up a new hobby. Now I metioned in my earlier blog about my sons room always being a disaster. Let me be clear. I do clean his room. The problem lies with him not wanting it clean. Every time I get it looking good and everything put away, he goes right back in and destroys it! He doesn't like his toys in the toy box or the books on the shelves and I am lucky if he leave his clothes in the dresser!!!!!. There are stuffed animals everywhere and random things that shouldn't be in there to begin with but he sneaks them in, like food, cups, and things that he knows he isn't suppose to have. Like mommy's antique cameras or daddy's tape measure. So it is literally the scariest place on earth to be.
I am rambling again. Sorry.
As I said he has been bored for weeks and it is just getting to the point where we all need a little time away from each other. Just a few hours so that we can come back and be as normal as our family can be.
His new hobby. yes its a good one. And he pulls it off flawlessly. My son stands on the bed, takes his pants off, and pees all over whatever is in the floor!
Now I have yet to catch him in the act. The only thing that clues me in on his antics are the fact that he is now running around naked, and the odd odor and wet spots all over the books, puzzles and cars in the floor!
I can see it though, I can imagine how this goes. He is playing with his cars or watching a great movie when all of a sudden, dun dun dun, he has to pee! Ohh but if he goes he will miss a good part of the movie which he has only seen a million and half times but has to see it again so what does he do? He stands on the bed, and jerks down his pants. He is a little afraid of getting caught so at first nothing happens. Then suddenly as if he can hold it no longer...ahhhh. Oh but wait! "This is neat" he says and aims for the book farthest away. Hitting it he continues to aim and fire at everything he can possibly hit from this angle. "Wow its like a carnival game!"
Well I would continue this story but here he comes, naked and I just know what I am going to find when I go in his room!
So to keep himself intertained he has picked up a new hobby. Now I metioned in my earlier blog about my sons room always being a disaster. Let me be clear. I do clean his room. The problem lies with him not wanting it clean. Every time I get it looking good and everything put away, he goes right back in and destroys it! He doesn't like his toys in the toy box or the books on the shelves and I am lucky if he leave his clothes in the dresser!!!!!. There are stuffed animals everywhere and random things that shouldn't be in there to begin with but he sneaks them in, like food, cups, and things that he knows he isn't suppose to have. Like mommy's antique cameras or daddy's tape measure. So it is literally the scariest place on earth to be.
I am rambling again. Sorry.
As I said he has been bored for weeks and it is just getting to the point where we all need a little time away from each other. Just a few hours so that we can come back and be as normal as our family can be.
His new hobby. yes its a good one. And he pulls it off flawlessly. My son stands on the bed, takes his pants off, and pees all over whatever is in the floor!
Now I have yet to catch him in the act. The only thing that clues me in on his antics are the fact that he is now running around naked, and the odd odor and wet spots all over the books, puzzles and cars in the floor!
I can see it though, I can imagine how this goes. He is playing with his cars or watching a great movie when all of a sudden, dun dun dun, he has to pee! Ohh but if he goes he will miss a good part of the movie which he has only seen a million and half times but has to see it again so what does he do? He stands on the bed, and jerks down his pants. He is a little afraid of getting caught so at first nothing happens. Then suddenly as if he can hold it no longer...ahhhh. Oh but wait! "This is neat" he says and aims for the book farthest away. Hitting it he continues to aim and fire at everything he can possibly hit from this angle. "Wow its like a carnival game!"
Well I would continue this story but here he comes, naked and I just know what I am going to find when I go in his room!
Wow really...Mustard?
The title of this blog is dedicated to my son. Who gave me the inspiration to write it. The blog Wow Really, Mustard will contain all my sons little quirks that he pulls off on a daily basis. Which let me tell you, are sometimes insanely weird.
The Story behind the Title!
Okay, in his defense my son has been out of school for two weeks. Its just pre-school people don't think I am that terrible! So needless to say he has been bored out of his mind. My son is autistic but lets put this in perspective. He is also four years old! He gets into stuff and messes around like any other four year old would. He can be sneaky and coniving with the best of them. A trait he no doubt inherited from both his parents. I'm blabbering. On with the story.
So we are sitting at home, I am reading a book while my son is playing and watching tv in his room . He is really quiet but you know he is pretty quiet sometimes when he is into a movie or game he is playing so I think nothing of it at all. Until I get up to go to the restroom and smell something kinda funny. My sons room is off to the side of the dinning room and the whole dinning room smelled like, mustard? Really?
I walked into my sons room, which is always a disaster and notice nothing really out of sorts. Then he smiled at me and said "NO!"
My son, my sweet little boy whom I love with all my heart, had gone into the kitchen and took the mustard out of the fridge and decided his Disney Cars, needed bright yellow paint jobs. On his nightstand were four of the fifty Cars; Mater, Lighting McQueen, and two others had been splattered with half a bottle of mustard! And not only was he rolling them around in it but until I washed the mustard off the cars I couldn't even tell which was which! There was so much mustard that it took me fifteen minutes to wash it off the cars, off the nightstand and off my son! I can honestly say when you buy mustard you are getting your moneys worth because that stuff goes a long way.
Now not only had he plastered the Cars in it, covered his nightstand and got it in his bright red hair, he was also licking the mustard straight off the table!!!
Now you might ask yourself; "What do you do when your son decided to use mustard to repaint the world?"
Well I will tell you.
When you walk in and see the mustard covered cars and the tire tracks on the table through the gooey yellow slime that must have exploded from the bottle you just smile and say:
"Wow, really? Mustard?"
The Story behind the Title!
Okay, in his defense my son has been out of school for two weeks. Its just pre-school people don't think I am that terrible! So needless to say he has been bored out of his mind. My son is autistic but lets put this in perspective. He is also four years old! He gets into stuff and messes around like any other four year old would. He can be sneaky and coniving with the best of them. A trait he no doubt inherited from both his parents. I'm blabbering. On with the story.
So we are sitting at home, I am reading a book while my son is playing and watching tv in his room . He is really quiet but you know he is pretty quiet sometimes when he is into a movie or game he is playing so I think nothing of it at all. Until I get up to go to the restroom and smell something kinda funny. My sons room is off to the side of the dinning room and the whole dinning room smelled like, mustard? Really?
I walked into my sons room, which is always a disaster and notice nothing really out of sorts. Then he smiled at me and said "NO!"
My son, my sweet little boy whom I love with all my heart, had gone into the kitchen and took the mustard out of the fridge and decided his Disney Cars, needed bright yellow paint jobs. On his nightstand were four of the fifty Cars; Mater, Lighting McQueen, and two others had been splattered with half a bottle of mustard! And not only was he rolling them around in it but until I washed the mustard off the cars I couldn't even tell which was which! There was so much mustard that it took me fifteen minutes to wash it off the cars, off the nightstand and off my son! I can honestly say when you buy mustard you are getting your moneys worth because that stuff goes a long way.
Now not only had he plastered the Cars in it, covered his nightstand and got it in his bright red hair, he was also licking the mustard straight off the table!!!
Now you might ask yourself; "What do you do when your son decided to use mustard to repaint the world?"
Well I will tell you.
When you walk in and see the mustard covered cars and the tire tracks on the table through the gooey yellow slime that must have exploded from the bottle you just smile and say:
"Wow, really? Mustard?"
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