Well, its been a while since I last posted - anything real interesting anyway. Here's a summary of what's happened since then:
Last Saturday, Bradee had her BB tournaments. They placed 3rd overall. Then, of course, Bradee went to her best friend Alex's house - because they can't stand to spend a whole weekend apart! So, after several hours, I get a call from Alex's mom - Bradee was jumping around and landed on her foot wrong. It was swollen already and it hurt her like crazy. I went to go get her and concerned it was fractured, took her in the ER. They took X-Rays, and everything was negative. "Just a bad sprain," they said. "Kids recover from these things quickly. Should be better by Monday or even tomorrow evening." (Yeah well, not so much. It's been hurting her all week long.)
Wednesday I got a message at work from the Vice-Principal at school. Turns out Rogan and another classmate were choking each other?!?!?!
Okay, not funny.
Anyway, I was told to sign the "Fix It Plan" (written documentation of these types of "incidents") that they worked on in Rogan's backpack this evening. And if it happens
Well, I worked late, and didn't get home until almost 6:30.
Rogan (as always) excitedly greeted me at the door. This time he urgently proclaimed - while hopping up and down,
"Mom, mom - I didn't get into ANY trouble today at school!!!!!"
Hmmmm. I tell him, "Well, that's not what I was told when they called me at work."
Turning and running like mad to his room.
"Rogan," I call, "I need you to bring me your backpack!"
For a task that normally takes 30 seconds, this time it took him 10 minutes. Finally he brought it to me. When I open it, all that I see is his lunchbox. Surprise. "Rogan, where is your Fix-It Plan?"
And, you really HAVE to love the honesty of autism...
he says, "I hid it."
Plain and simple. Most kids would respond with, "WHAT??? What Fix-It Plan??? I don't know what you're talking about?!?!" Not my Rogan. I had to laugh - in my head anyway. At the same time, my heart was bursting with love for this kid.