The twins sent me these pics of their trip. They took them with their phones. I thought they did a very good job catching these shots while the car was moving!
People in the church are beginning to depend on the strength and work ethic of Isaiah and Isaac to do certain jobs such as decorating for Christmas. We have to be careful that people don’t take advantage of them because they love to please and also can work pretty hard if it’s something they understand how to do.
Because they’ve hung this garland before with their Dad, they were able to do a lot of it by themselves this year. My husband can no longer climb up and down a ladder, so this is a blessing to us.
I plan on rewarding them with a special surprise for all that they do to help us with the ministry at the church. But I’m not saying yet because I don’t want to ruin it!
(Source: cfcpeople, via karlaakins)
As I’ve posted before, the twins hate to shower. It’s a sensory input thing. The shower feels painful to them. But I can’t just let them take a bath because nothing gets clean. It’s like, dip, jump out, we’re done, and they come out smelling like a wet, sweaty teenage boy. Gross. The boys text me at night as they crawl into their beds. (So funny.) Isaiah calls me “motherbird.” And how does he tell if he needs a shower? Yeah. The sniff test. They always make me laugh. Every day.
In Which Mama Puts on Her Gloves I promised the twins I’d buy them a berry creme fruitista from Taco Bell if they helped clean the house yesterday. They did an awesome, awesome job yesterday, so after our appointment today I took them through the drive through to get one. At the window, they hand me one. Close the window. Come back and inform me the machine is broken. “Oh no, it’s not. I’ve got autistic twins here and if you don’t get me another one, I’m going to be dealing with a melt down and that’s not going to happen. You will squeeze another one out of that machine.” She shuts the window, comes back and asks me to park around to the side. I do. She comes out about 10 minutes later and says, “we can only get about 1/2 cup out of the machine.” “Then fill up the rest of the cup with strawberry,” I whisper. Whew. Crises averted. I’m sure the woman thought I was crazy.
The twins are at their first youth convention. Dad went with them. But this is the first time they’ve done an overnight activity with a church youth group. Isaiah sent me this picture with his phone. I think that means he’s having fun.
Today I dropped the boys off at 1812 Mississinewa Battle reinactment where they would work in a booth roasting corn to raise money for Special Olympics. It was the first time I’d ever dropped them off and not stayed with them or had someone stay with them. I gave them a 20 dollar bill and told them that was their lunch money. They each bought a 10 dollar bottle of homemade root beer. !!!!!!!!!!! I laughed so hard when I got this picture. And the juxtaposition of the Bible in the background makes it look like moonshine.
The twins have a new kid in their class
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Isaac:
We have new kid. He get mad and throw handbook in Mrs. Bright's stomach.
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Me:
Wow. What did Mrs. Bright do?
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Isaiah:
She talk to him in kitchen.
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Isaac:
And he throw headphones and hit Isaiah in the back.
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Me:
Did it hurt? (I'm giggling.)
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Isaiah:
Nah. I'm tough.
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Isaac:
And he come by my desk and push my papers on the floor.
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Me:
What did you guys do?
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Isaac:
Nuffin. We just sit there. But it make Mike mad. Him getting mad.
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Me:
(I'm giggling mainly because it's not my kid acting like that this time.) You guys used to act like that. Don't ever act that way, do you hear me?
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Isaac:
No. We not. We have to sit in box we act like that.
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Me:
What's the box??????
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Isaac:
A little room. Spencer have to sit there three times. We not.
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Isaiah:
And if we late three times we have detention!
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Me:
(Giggling.) Does the new boy have autism?
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Isaiah and Isaac (in unison, nodding heads vigorously):
YES! (Throw up hands and shake their heads.)
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Me:
(ROFL.)
One of the benefits from homeshooling is that the twins have learned how to do construction projects with their dad. Here they are working on a project at the church: laying a floor.
Oh, and laying on the floor. LOL. (If you’ve never put down a floor you can’t know how hard and exhausting it is.)
Just look at what my guys can do!
I just helped the twins print off pictures for their lockers.
They wanted some of Oskar (weenie dog).
Oh how we miss the little guy!
RIP, Oskar…
