Adventures in Echolalia

I have 8% of my outdated Mac battery left. I'll make this a quick one...
First, I want to apologize for the poor grammar, spelling, and hurried/inconsistent flow of this blog. Even though I am married and have an extra parent in the picture, I seriously get very little time to myself. We both work full time jobs and every minute I am home, I spend with my son. he's a toddler first (before he is a toddler with autism) and I find myself chasing him up and down the stairs while trying to cook & clean. Forget about me time. Forget about time to sit down and go over finances. I'm going to have to start getting up at 5 am on Saturdays now to get my bill paying paper work type stuff in order.

Our commutes are awful. We both have 1.5 hour commutes home. The morning rush we can sometimes do in an hour. Every minute in the evening with our son is precious time before we do dinner, bath, bedtime.

A friend used to say to us that it was cool that we didn't have a strict routine. Only it wasn't ow I wanted to be, it was just that we couldn't have one. A night shift mom and day shift dad have to just try and survive, which is what we did.

Most importantly, even though the husband and i almost split up for good last year (a long story which you can hear over coffee sometime if you wish), we had decided that, no matter what, our son comes first and we can deal with our crap (issues, etc) later. You only get one chance to be a great parent. We are not having any more children.

Our son is so funny. He is bright and sweet and kind. We didn't realize until the psychologist pointed it out, but Graeme mainly speaks in Echolalia. He can bust out some pretty hilarious stuff sometimes. An example of this is when we went to Florida for his 3rd birthday. He was looking out the window, standing on a bench? Well, all of the sudden he started to dance and sing "all the single ladies, all the single ladies!"

I don't like Beyonce. She can sing, and all, but not in my house. He'd heard it somewhere, randomly. All of the sudden he, in perfect pitch, busts out with the words.

Our friend Chelsea and her son Sebastian started laughing so hard, I think we were all crying. Out of nowhere.
His little toddler database(brain) is not so little, we have discovered. He can quote entire children's books and songs. He's known his ABC's since 20 months. If someone yells at him at school (which they did at Kindercare for the month he was there) we will know, because he can quote them in perfect pitch.

I have more funny stories but not much time to write them down. Later, maybe.

I'm hoping to meet with the Autism daycare next week to find out what our options are.