Tooth fairy - smoo fairy

Today was a day that made me proud.

A day were my little man showed me, with no words just how brave and courageous he is.

Today we went to the dentist.

It wasn't for a check up...oh how I wish. It was to remove baby teeth as his adult teeth had grown behind them.

Now having 2 set's of teeth may seem appealing for some....let me tell you its the biggest pain in the rectal area! Keeping them clean and plaque free is a nightmare let alone trying to get in there and floss between each tooth...now times this by 20 as anxiety levels hit roof high when hands come near ones mouth as this would mean there would be 'touching' involved and invading someones personal space.

As we parked our car Mario seemed a pasty shade of white. He commented to me that he was scared and clung to his cardboard DS he had made himself last night. I promised him that if he was brave and let the dentist look and maybe even remove the offending, over welcomed baby teeth that a trip to MacDonalds maybe in order. Yes bribery I know but hey a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

The dentist was extremely comforting and accommodating to Mario's needs and questions. Explaining, showing and allowing him to touch item's that would be in contact with him. We really couldn't have asked for better support of care.

I sat on the sidelines, watching helplessly. Wanting them to stop when I noticed his feet and fingers twitching in fear but wanting them to take those disgusting little buggers out at the same time.

Of course Mario thought he was Mr Cool once a pair of sunglasses were placed on his face and the chair was 'extremely comfy mama'. Seeing the red numbing paste being placed on him gum area and hearing him tell the Denist that it tasted like garbage saw us stiffening giggles....and then hearing him say his gum was now in a weird dimension didn't help....then the needle came out *gulp*. I couldn't look but at the same time I had too. His poor little hands were fiddling and moving erratically with nerves. Then just as I was about to get up to stroke his leg in comfort the gorgeous dental nurse starting humming lightly and simply placed her hand on his. The gesture bought tear's to my eyes as it was something so simple yet so massive for him. Instantly his feet stopped tapping and a calm was reached.
2 minutes later and 2 small little teeth were placed into a clear pocket with glitter stars for the tooth fairy and we were on a way with a new toothbrush.

I could have kissed those 2 woman! They made something so stressful almost beautiful.

Mario was told me firmly that his teeth are not to be put under his pillow tonight for the tooth fairy but tomorrow night so he can take them to school tomorrow and show his friends.
BUT most off he wants to show his big brother when he gets back from camp tomorrow night as he wants to show him the big green $100 note that the tooth fairy is going to leave him....hmmmm keep wishing boy cause those thing's are as rare as hen's teeth in this house :)

Walking into the wall

Just as things were going smashingly......Mario was settled again, life was nice and peaceful (ok as peaceful as it can be with 4 amigo's) we hit the wall of doom!!!!!!

Dudie had a school friend over saturday night so he was here most of the weekend. Mario and Bowreguard took it upon themselves to make him their new toy. Bowreguard used him as a climbing gym and chatted the poor boy's ear off the entire time...and when she was busy Mario was busy playing prank's (new past time) on him.

Pranks would include

- Hiding friends sleep attire for the night
- shooting said friend with his Nerf gun and then blaming it on Bowreguard
- pretending to fart on him whilst playing the PS2
- jumping on the blow up mattress friend was taking his night sleep on at midnight to see if he was still wake.

Sunday lunch saw me taking dudie and his friend home without Mario knowing. From sunday night onwards its been melt down city.
Yesterday afternoon saw Mario screaming at us all in an unknown dialect of jibberish. Man of the house get's frustrated and start's yelling back in his own censored jibberish...which cause's Tank to start screaming....Bowreguard begin's crying and Dudie run's for cover.
I am sitting as you can gather, in the corner rocking back and forth, back and forth......looook at the prettttyyyy coloursssssss.

I start cleaning my sewing area as this is what one does when anxiety hit's a lovely high along with blood pressure pulsating my temples. Man of the house starts his censored jibberish again, this time at me and i just stand there, stone faced and say...nothing. I dont have the energy to expalin, the same shit, every weekend to him.

I walk outside..to were Mario is sitting on the tramp, arm's folded and just grab him, look at him and tell him harshly it wasnt appropriate to talk to man of the house that way and he needs to apologise. Apologies done...we move on.

Tea time comes and we're not hungry....I have to go to the toilet (to spit food out) Man of the house goes to start up again and I give him the look....along with the code of silence. Message was received and he commenced doing the dishes. Spa bath mat is found and placed into bath....some salt put in (find this helps Mario) and a little bubble bath and bango Mario is happy.

Fastforward to today.

School pick up.
I have told Mario and Dudie that if its raining I will pick them up from the school pick up round about and not on the street. Dudie remember's but poor Mario forgets, doesnt see car parked on the street and freaks right out. I had to run into the school (not a good look for bed hair and dressed in 'home' clothes) and grab him from the toilets were he has hidden himself so no one can hurt him. I get him to settle down..take him to the car were he informs he that he thought that I didnt love him any more.
Seem's that me not being in the usual spot means that I have decided to abandon him to never see him again. Yes heart was broken (mine)....and it was stress full for him, I felt like a broke record repeating that I loved him and would never leave him but he needed to hear it and I needed him to know how much he mean's to me.

It wasnt until we got home that he was totally settled...with thanks to the Mar's chocolate biscuits I had for him.

Now please hand me a scotch because dame it, its only Monday and I still have tuesday (dudie goes away for school camp), wednesday (PSG meeting at school), thursday (denist appointment) and friday (Bowreguard has a party to attend)to get him through...*gulp*

Diary of a Whimpy kid (insert eye roll HERE)

Dudie has become a book worm....and what Dudie does you can bet your bottom dollar Mario is 2 step's behind him.
Not that I mind the reading...no no no dont get me wrong. Reading is good for the soul, so much better then a hand held electronic game by far. Its when the reading crosses over and becomes a certain someone's new personality that drives me to the point of jumping into traffic.
I still dont remember how he came across the book's which have a written story and cartoon picture's in each novel. I was excited to say the least at the time he did discover them as Super nintendo Mario took a back seat for a while.
It became a tool of great use for a while there aswell.....Mario became quiet agressive toward's me, mentally and physically. I allowed myself to think out of the square and used this whimpy kid towards the good of the household. One leather bound diary was bought along with a special pen for 'downloading' what was going on in that brian of his. Of course page after page was written in the same contents as his hero BUT he was getting out via his creative bone. I must admit I felt extremely weird reading it the first time...a diary is personal and I really felt like I was treading into his private world BUT it helped me understand and help him find the calm he so needed.
This weekend while food shopping Mario found the DVD of the book and yes I am a sucker and cant say NO so it came home with us....and was promptly watched twice that day and again yesterday. Pleading with him to draw me a picture of himself he came up with the picture attatched, a picture of himself in the same pose as the character on the DVD. Mario then inform's me that the second movie is coming out end of the month....hmmmm thinking, thinking....I can use this to my advantage!!!!

I make a deal with him.

Mario - if you let me take you to the denist about your parana teeth I'll take you on a date to see the movie

thursday the 25th is dentist day....and now date night.

Hi....Im........

First post = introductions and explanations PLUS apologies in advance

I'm a busy work at home mum who is a slave to her business I need to let my creative mind wander every now and then.

Life is very different to the norm in the house. With 3 boys and 1 girl who fight, bitch and but most of all love each other which I plan to use my evil way's and share with the world their wackiness.

Eldest son is Dudie who turns 11 this year. We have began the passage to puberty and have decided we like the act of non speaking, moodiness and over exaggeration to get mum to jump.

Second eldest is Mario..who is the ripe old age of 9 going on 90. Mario wears a special bracelet on his wrist so that if something ever happens that 'those who know will know I'm autistic'. Our traits are blowing up, telling those around us when they are wrong and eating white foods.

Second youngest is Bowregaurd at the tender age of 4. Our day's consist of arguing with Mario about him being wrong, telling youngest 'to get out of my room' and always being hungry.

Baby of the bunch is Tank currently 3. We are non verbal at present bar the squeal's and NO NO NO. Toilets are for putting the cat's food in and mum's make up is for drawing pretty pictures on the stone effects wall in the kitchen.

Man of the house black sheep is currently a work-a-holic who often forgets he has a home to attend to. Lucky for him, we are forgiving and love him and his smelly feet

And then there is little old me.
The one the neighbours brand as not having taken her med's when she is screaming down the house. Sewing is my antidepressant...as well as music. My children are my life and by god I let them know how they make it spin for me. I have been known to suffer foot in mouth on quiet a few occasions, cant spell for knuckles, try to help when I can and tell you when your annoying me...but most of all I am ...well me.

So I will now take this opportunity to apologise for my potty mouth, my bluntness and any tears spilt, in advance.

I hope that through me, other's can see that autism isn't a sickness or disability...its life for us, just in a different colour to youres

With a hand full of sunshine
x-maz-x