Autism is a magical monster.
After I soaked in the snuggle time I wanted to migrate to the living room for some coffee enjoyment and begin our daily routine. Aidan wanted to tip toe ( not stomp run like normal) over to his favorite spot on the window seat and do this to get the garbage mans attention ( it did not work but it was sooooooo kill me cute).
And after that just blankie cuddled and told himself sweet stories and watched the wind in the trees for so long that I was feeling left out.
We then had a civilized breakfast and "talked" about all kinds of stuff. I have no idea what our topics were but I was riveted. Because breakfast chat is nonexistent usually. All day conversation is pretty sporadic really. He is still the man of few words but I do feel like he understands so much that we say. He speaks like a Sim when he gets going. It's more intellectual sounding than gibberish baby coos, more of a martian dialect. The purpose in the inflection is apparent. Today over scrambled couscous eggs with balsamic ( I have created quite a fancy nancy when it comes to eggs) he was really into the back and forth. I soaked in as much as I could before he went into quiet mode and started signing at me. Looked me dead in the eyes and signed.
Me: "Aidan what letter is that?"
Him: " A"
Are you fucking kidding me? ( not aloud) and I looked it up because I will be honest, I have trouble with a few that look the same and I do not know them all. Bad Mom? Or just never needed sign language till now? I am going with the latter so I don't feel like shit, thanks. So, looked it up. And guess what, it's A.
And now he is silent. Might be for the rest of the day if the mood stays this way. Might do 87 puzzles ( or 1 puzzle 87 times) completely independently without wanting help in absolute solitude. And I might feel like I imagined this whole incredible morning. Part of why I write this blogish stuff is to remember those times. My kick ass crazy diary.
Have a great day ya'll.