OMG Police

Photo unrelated. Just proud of myself for learning after 1.5 years how to get pictures off my phone.

Ugh, but I'm so mad at myself for my slacker blogging this week. It's so much more manageable for me to blog quick stories as they happen. Now I sit here with a week of memories I want to capture and I'm overwhelmed.

Every week Luke does hilarious things that completely crack us up. Tuesday night I suggested we go out for dinner. I see restaurants advertising "KIDS EAT FREE!", but always early in the week. Well, I thought I'd found a place, but I was wrong. Kids do eat for 99 cents, if they don't want a drink. Whoops. And once we went in the door, Luke was completely committed. And he had to use their bathroom.

We were dining outside, per Luke's request. Just our little fam and a group of teens. Luke was trying his best to get any of the teens' attention. He was dancing, making silly faces, singing, while inching closer to their table. No interest.

While we were eating Luke is clearly still engrossed in the other table's conversation. He says, "MOM! What did that boy say???!!!!!" I had no clue so he informed me, "He say 'OH MY GOSH!'" Clearly unhappy that I was not upset, Luke said, "You need to go tell him not to say that!" I told him I'd leave that up to the boy's own mother.

Another family soon joined us on the patio. The mom walks up and says hello. She was an ABA tutor Luke saw years ago. She since got married, moved, had a baby, moved back to town, and is expecting again. We begin catching up. She is excited to see Luke. During the conversation she makes a comment something like, "Oh my gosh you are so right!" I didn't even notice at first, but little language police did. He's says, "Mommy! Mommy! What did she say?" I try to ignore. Lamar tries to distract him. Luke picks up a spoon and pretends to write on the table. I continue our conversation, but think, "Hmm, I've never seen him pretend to write before."

Moments later he looks at our friend and says, "Hey! I want to show you what I wrote." She bends down and says, "OK, please show me!" Luke points to his pretend words and says with a big grin, "This says 'We don't say oh my gosh?'"

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Luke and his buddy Andrew tried out a gymnastics class this week. The class was just a typical preschool recreational class. From my observations Luke fit in beautifully. He might have moved a bit slower on the equipment than some of his peers, but it was his first time. I was amazed at his courage swinging on the rings and dropping into the foam pit. So very thankful for all the good OT he's had.

Last night Luke desperately wanted to play "Let It Shine". I was slowly recovering from a big time migraine. When I finally agreed I'd try to play, Luke was overjoyed. He ushered us into his bedroom and gave us a list of tasks to complete. The first was a flip. Seriously? So I made some motions as if I were completing the tasks and got a high five and great job from Coach Luke.

Daddy's turn. Lamar shocked both Luke and me when he did a headstand. Luke's eyes were as big as saucers. Then he marched over and shut the bedroom door. We laughed and Lamar asked him why he closed the door. Luke, still awestruck, said, "so . . . because . . . no one can come in here."

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Luke begged to go back to Let It Shine today and cried real tears when I told him how many days it would be until his next class.

Each day I write on Luke's marker board our plan for the day. And we're working on days of the week and before and after. In an attempt to change his destiny, Luke edited today's note.

He replaced "school" with "Let It Shine".

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This afternoon Luke was at it again with the marker board. He asked me to spell some interesting words. This is what I found.




"A Luke great boy. Is Mommy Boo Scary?"

My notes to Luke are frequently confidence boosters (or attempts at it), thus the "great boy" comment.

And I've been wondering if I am a bit boo scary. I think this confirms it.