The Beans

I fixed Beans and Ham, with cornbread, and wondered if Aaron would eat them.  At first he was sure that he wouldn’t like them and was getting somewhat hateful about it.  He ate a small helping, and soon was spooning more on his plate.  Good!

Of course, his conversation went where I knew it would.  He said, “Mom, have you heard that legend that people fart when they eat beans?” 

I have a feeling that tomorrow we’ll know it’s more than a legend. 

Sorry, Paradigm staff. 

Samurai or Sumo?

I’ve mentioned many times before that Aaron is very random in his conversations.  He sees or hears something, and then he’ll bring it up, out of the blue, at the most unexpected moments.  And it almost never has anything remotely to do with what is being discussed around him at the time he wants to talk about it.

We were in the kitchen awhile ago, and Aaron was chattering with Gary and I.  Then he said, “I was talking to Cody about those fat guys.  You know…………..are they Samurai?” 

A fat Samurai?  I don’t think so.

We told him he must mean Sumo guys, not Samurai guys. 

“Oh yeah,” he said.  “Those Sumo guys.  They sure are fat!”

So I asked Aaron, “Well, what do you think those Sumo guys do?”

And Aaron quickly answered, “Roll?”

Pretty accurate, Aaron! 

More Subway

Aaron does love subs.  He loves to get a sub on Fridays if I say yes.  Today I said yes, so off we went to Subway -first stopping at Dillons to buy Subway gift cards and get the quadruple fuel frenzy points.  I was nearly in a frenzy by the time we left the store because he took off for the video section while I paid.  He knows he has some birthday money, but I said no to every movie.  Why does he have such lousy taste in movies anymore?  The scarier the better.  The scarier, the more I say NO!

Anyway, we went to Subway and my heart sank because there were 3 people in line in front of us.  This gives Aaron lots of time to talk – loudly, remember – and talk he did.  He discussed all the posters on the walls………….not only discussed them, but wanted to stand in front of each one and point to each item that he was discussing – loudly.   What kind of cheese; what kind of meat; what to do with a grater; what kind of sauce in the pretty pot;  so forth and so on.  Oh, and the wallpaper.  Why did it have that design, is it old fashioned, etc., etc. 

There was a young girl in front of us, with her mother, and she was very fascinated by Aaron.  You would have thought from the look on her face that ET was standing behind her instead of Aaron.  She was trying to figure him out and hardly was able to order her sub.  I finally caught her eye and smiled, and also laughed at some of the things Aaron said.  The girl relaxed and smiled back.  I wanted her to know that it’s OK – that Aaron won’t bite or take off in a spaceship or anything.  People have so much to learn.  I understand that. 

Aaron is totally oblivious to reactions such as hers.  He’s so excited to be there.  It was time for him to order.  He says:  “Can I have the white bread?  Can I have the American cheese?  Can I get the 60 cent cheese?”  (That’s the extra cheese, by the way – and I said no).  “Why no 60 cent cheese, Mom?” 

Aaron, you don’t have to ask the worker if you can have the food.  Just order – nicely.

“Can I have the lettuce and tomatoes?  Can I have the pepper – the GREEN pepper?  Can I have the RED onions?” 

And of course, the mayonnaise.

“Can I have the WHITE mayonnaise?”  And so this time the worker gave him LITE mayonnaise!  HaHaHaHa!  White and lite do rhyme.  I just smiled.

I told Aaron to sit down while I waited for the people in front of us to pay, and then paid for ours.  I heard him make a noise – he loves to make unusual noises – and so I gave him The Look.  He was quiet for a minute.  Then I heard the meowing noise, just as I turned to tell him it was time to leave. 

As we walked to the door, past all the other people in line, he asked – loudly – “Was the cat noise OK, Mom?” 

Where’s our spaceship parked?

What Color Helmets?!

Last night we watched part of the North Carolina – Virginia Tech game.  Aaron likes to know who is playing, what color they’re wearing, and who I’m “voting for.”  The details have to be sorted out bit by bit before he can settle down to watch the game.

He was organizing the facts of last night’s game as soon as he sat down, got his blanket over his legs, his water bottle fixed, his Skittles opened, his bowl positioned just right………………all this process takes awhile.  He watched the game for a minute and then said, “So who is this V-Tech anyway?”  I explained V-Tech.

Remember that Aaron is color blind.  We watched a couple more minutes before he said, “So North Carolina has the pink helmets, right?” 

HaHaHa!!!  Pink helmets!  I’m very glad that we got that straightened out.  Carolina Pink just doesn’t quite seem the same somehow!

Pieces……..

We had a beautiful fall day yesterday, one of many.  Aaron and I even took Jackson for a walk when he got home from Paradigm.  But last night as we sat in the family room, Aaron said, “Mom, the temperature outside is 47!  It was 55 awhile ago!”

Yes, it was getting colder and Aaron was ever aware of that, as always.  This morning he wanted to know why it was so cold.  “Mom, it’s 42 outside now!”

I rarely need to check the thermometer when Aaron’s around, by the way.

We had some snow that fell today.  None of it stuck but for awhile it was very pretty coming down and blowing around.  Aaron burst in the door at the end of the day and said, “Mom!!!  I saw pieces of snow falling today!” 

I’m sure we’ll see many more pieces of snow before the winter is over.  And Aaron will have a commentary for each of those events, I am sure.  And the temperature.

Lessons From the Ladybugs

The last time I was outside doing any serious work in my flower beds, a few weeks ago, I looked down and saw a familiar friend on the brick that surrounds the flowers. There she (or he?) was – a ladybug! All through the spring and summer, whenever I’ve been outside working in the gardens, I confront more than flowers, vegetables, and weeds. There are also a huge variety of bugs and critters to deal with as I water and weed. Nearly all of them are not welcome in my world, even the ones that I know are doing a valuable job. I swat the flies and mosquitoes; dodge the bees; run from the snakes; shake off the box elder bugs and ants; gasp at the spiders; and generally try hard to avoid all the other flying and crawling bugs that come my way.

However, my reaction to a ladybug is totally different than any of the other insects and various creatures that I encounter. When I see a ladybug, I am unaffected by fear. I don’t mind if she crawls up my arm or is near my hand as I grab a plant. Ladybugs make me smile, not scream. Sometimes I even talk to them – and hope that no one sees me talking in the garden! I know they do a valuable job for us gardeners as they eat aphids – hundreds and hundreds of aphids. When I see multitudes of ladybugs on my okra, for instance, I just work around them and urge them to keep up the good work! They’re a help to me, an encouragement, and I refer to them as my friends in my gardens. They are indeed my little buddies!

Ladybugs remind me of my human friends in this life. God has blessed me with many ladybug friends along the way! As Gary and I made many military moves, we also made many friends in every place that we lived. The gardens of my life have been lit up with the friends that God has allowed me to make. How special and precious they all are to me! I think back to various events, both happy and sad, and remember the friends that stood by me. Proverbs 17:17 says, “A friend loves at all times…..” I have found that to be so true when it comes to true friends. Friends have gone through the ups and downs of life with me as we’ve laughed, cried, prayed, planned, and grown together. Even the miles don’t separate true friends.

Life has also held the unwanted experiences of disappointment and hurt, sometimes even from those that we thought were friends. One of the most painful experiences in life is the rejection or betrayal from those that we thought were friends. We want to run from it, as we would run from a snake or a bee, but the sting and bite still happens and the hurt is very raw. During those times, our ladybug friends are even more precious. Proverbs 27:9 says, “Oil and perfume make the heart glad; so a man’s counsel is sweet to his friend.” I am forever grateful to the friends in my life who have held me up and held me accountable; who have not only comforted but who have counseled me during those rough times; who have quoted scripture to me and prayed for me; and who have cautioned me not to sin in my attitudes during the stinging periods of life. Sweet ladybug friends, both near and far. Some are family and some are not, but all are dear and valuable ladybug friends that I treasure. Truly I thank God for each one!

Words

I never tire of Aaron’s unusual use of language.  Well, some of his use of language I can do without – but I’m referring to the unique way that he expresses himself that is often hilarious or insightful.  At other times, there are words that we use that he doesn’t understand or sayings that he takes literally.  This is common for those with Asperger’s. 

This morning I mentioned something about “flubbing up” and Aaron said, “Flub?  What is flub?”  That word does sound funny, doesn’t it?  He thought so!  I asked him what he thought “flub” referred to and he said, “It sounds like something to do with water.”  It really does! 

Right after that conversation, he saw Jackson laying on our couch and said, “Mom, Jackson’s all twirled on the couch.”  Twirled on the couch…………here’s a picture of our twirling Jackson this morning.

People who heard that Jackson was “twirling” today would have quite a unique image of our Great Dane, wouldn’t they?  I like Aaron’s use of language, though, when he makes these observations.  It’s refreshing to use our language in various ways that we normally would never think of. 

Just think of all the times I’ve been twirling on the couch and didn’t even know it!