Whistle Helps with Laundry

I was doing laundry today, folding and hanging clean clothes. I asked Whistle to bring me some hangers from his closet. He brought out three, and I asked for more. Next, he brought a shirt on a hanger. I said I needed hangers with NO shirts on them. He then brought about six more hangers.

This evening, I went into his room, and in a pile on the floor, I found the six shirts that WERE on the hangers earlier this morning. Way to follow directions, Whistle! Next time, just tell me there aren't any more hangers.

Please.

Graduation!

Whistle says he "gradulated today." His Early Childhood Spec. Ed. program held a graduation for those going to kindergarten. Last Thursday they practiced "walking across the bridge, and not falling," marching to a vocalized Pomp and Circumstance, and talked about throwing their hats. All weekend he kept talking about the song we were going to sing, "Dum, dum (dum) dum, dum, dum." Those were the only notes he knew, but he regularly said, "Sing it with me!!" He was probably surprised by the recorded music today.

Being the ham he is - he stood on the (playground) bridge and waved to the adoring crowd of parents a few feet below, with a huge grin on his face. He was so proud, and we were proud of him! Kindergarten will bring a new set of challenges for him, but today was all about the accomplishments of the last 3 1/2 years.

In deference to the state's regulations, I won't post a real photo, but can't resist sharing a little snippet of the day with you. The students all had white caps and gowns (some on backwards - you-know-who included). We thought the boys were the cutest! Last year's boys couldn't keep theirs on without enough hair to pin them to, so this year the boys got a new version: the Mortarboard Baseball Cap!

"Congratulations Whistle, 'Gradulations' to you!!"

Movin' on out!

Hugger has moved out. That's it. He's not here. It's hard to believe. We weren't sure it would ever happen, and certainly didn't expect it this soon. There are waiting lists, priority numbers and other hurdles we didn't even know about -- but one day, there it was.

A phone call. A simple phone call.
An invitation to live in a supported living apartment.

What? Him? Now? Why? Are you sure?

Yes. An apartment.
Yes, Hugger.
As soon as it can be arranged.
(Because it's the right time, apparently.)
And yes, they were sure.

It's what he's wanted (Independence!), and God provided a way. Our loving Father, who knows what we need before we even ask. I've been asked by other parents of kids with special needs since then about what we did to arrange it, and what his priority number was. I don't know. I didn't even know there WERE priority numbers. I'm sure that's not the answer they were looking for. We've been told he was a good match for his apartment mate, but that's it. Sometimes we just don't know, and it's best not to know.

This we do know. Hugger has wanted to 'move out' for a very long time. When he was in elementary school, he'd pack. Often. A small suitcase full of necessities (videos, and his special bear), and a paper sack with some clothes in it. A little later it was necessities (videos, bear), clothes, and a sleeping bag. Maybe a pillow. Sometimes we'd find these things outside by the front door. A few months later, there was a period when we'd find his things in the pickup on the driveway, ready to go. He never seemed unhappy, just 'moving out.' It was just somthing he did. We'd bring his things in, and a few weeks later, he'd do it over again.

In the interest of full disclosure -- those 'moving out' times were different from the OTHER 'movin' out' times over the years which sounded more like this: "Hugger - would you load the dishwasher?" Huh? Huh. I'm movin' out!!! Use paper plates at my new house!!" We've had conversations like that a few (hundred) times, too.

So. . . this is it.
His sister graduated, and moved out.
His brother graduated, and moved out.
His other sister did, too.
Now, he graduated, and less than two years later, he moved out.

It's wonderful for us to have the agency's support for continuing to teach life skills, job hunting, and other necessities, as we continue with the little ones at home. I'm happy for him. Very happy. He wanted it so badly, and he's so glad to be there. He's made new friends, and he's so proud, showing folks around, saying, "Welcome, to my NEW HOUSE!"

My tears are tears of happiness, really.

Hugger, Welcome, welcome, to your New House! We love you so much, and are so thankful for the man you've grown up to be.