So when I picked up Joshua from Therapeutic Recreation (TR) on Tuesday, he started telling me all about his day. Over the years, I have tried to get him into the habit of remembering things that go on...so that he can recall it later.
He will barely get in the car before he starts telling me all about it. And it's gotten to the point where it's almost like he's checking it off in his mind as he talks. But that's okay.
He always starts out by saying, "well, after you left, we hanged around the Center for a while..."
And then he talked about a lady who came and showed them how to paint ceramic eggs as their arts and crafts project. He typically doesn't like anything that is the least bit messy...like paint, glue, glitter...but he said this was really fun.
They ate at the Center,and everyone brought their own lunch. Joshua is not much on sandwiches. He likes you to go to a little trouble for him. He doesn't SAY that, or even understand that concept...but you should see the difference in his face if he gets left-over chicken alfredo...or if he gets a PBJ sandwich. I typically only send sandwiches if we don't have left-overs, or if they are going to be eating a picnic-style lunch outside.
When my Grandmother was alive, every time we'd go visit her in Virginia, we'd ask about helping her clean out her basement. Almost all of the houses up there have basements, and hers was full of furniture and boxes and things she had accumulated from 80-plus years of life. She would always say, "oh...not now...I want to be a little trouble after I'm gone."
And, rest assured, she was.
So, I guess Joshua is the same way. He's not much on sandwiches, cookies from a box, or candy. But if you want to make some lasagna and maybe a chocolate pie? Well, you are speaking his language. Come to think of it, he's a lot like his DAD.
If Joshua is going to eat at the TR Center, I try to send left-overs with him for lunch. They have a full kitchen, including two microwaves, so it's easy for him to warm up anything I send. On Tuesday, I sent left-over spaghetti and meat-balls and a piece of garlic toast...and a cookie. We also had some steamed broccoli left-over, but the powers that be have requested that he pleeeeaaaaassssseeee refrain from bringing it because it stinks up the entire building when he cooks it in the microwave.
Joshua told me when he got home that he loved the pah-sketti and the "fork-split" meatballs.
We are die-hard "Everybody Loves Raymond" fans over here. We watch it on TV and we also have the complete set on DVD, thanks to Jim's Mom...Mammaw Jack. So you'd have to be a die-hard Raymond fan to understand the whole fork-split thing. On the show, Frank and Marie are arguing over cutting open an English Muffin. Frank says to use a knife, and Marie says that the package says they are "fork-split" at the factory. Or something like that. Joshua thinks it's hilarious, and because he can use his fork to cut the meat-balls, he calls them fork-split meat-balls. And he will look at us an grin real big.
SO, after lunch, one of the TR leaders had concocted a Hunger Games type of activity for the friends. Joshua said it was "Hunger Games...without the killing...or the animals."
Ohhh...good.
They were all paired up by the leader, so that it would be fair and have the least amount of drama. Plus, it would take an hour to come to any sort of agreement if they were left to their own devices. Joshua and his friend were called the "Mighty Chicken Wings." They didn't win anything, and I gathered that they must've had a long talk about how not everyone can win and about being good sports, because he said over and over, "but that's okay."
After the Hunger Games, they took a break and relaxed as some of the parents and care-givers began to arrive. At one point, friend Michael took off a ring he was wearing, and tried to give it to Jenni...JOSHUA'S Jenni. He tried to place it on her finger like it was an engagement ring...and may have even mentioned something along those lines.
Joshua said he came "UNGLUED," but when he said it, it sounded more like, "un-GAH-LOO-ed."
He told friend Michael, "Jenni is MY WOMAN and if ANYone is going to put a ring on her, it will be ME."
Holly picked him up, and on the way home, he posted a status on Facebook. He doesn't really understand the whole "hash-tag" Twitter thing...he doesn't have Twitter. But he's seen enough that he's trying to get on board...and he writes out HASH TAG when he uses it. He has started posting about the highlight of his day, and on this day he wrote this exactly:
"The high light hash tag of my day. Singing along with my mom. The Frozen sound track."
And, along those lines, Clark's girlfriend asked me how I was doing, and I responded by saying, "Don't know if I'm elated or gassy, but I'm somewhere in that zone," so I think it's safe to say I've listened to Frozen WAY more than I should have!
"Speak up for those who have no voice..." Proverbs 31:8
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