Sunday, August 30, 2009

Drill


The other day after school, Case joined me in the back yard to play with some tools. I insisted on being the one to use the skil saw, but Case manned the drill.











Case LOVES the drill. It's fun to give him a cardboard box and let him drill holes in it with the philips tip, but this was even better.












Such concentration!




Blowing off the sawdust.


So proud!

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Bus

Standing on the corner

Waiting for the bus!

Monday, August 24, 2009

Bamboo

Prattville is home to an intriguing spot called Wilderness Park that grows thick with bamboo, collected years ago by an exotic plant lover. Case and I explored there today after school. The air hung thick with humidity and the heady scent of kudzu blossoms. Listening to the cicadas drone made me feel like I was back in Japan.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Haircuts



We really try hard to never let anyone's hair get over an inch long around here.

Friday, August 14, 2009

First Day of School

Alabama gets a jump start on their school year, and begins classes on August 10th, much to both my and Case's relief. His Kindergarten has a staggered-start, where only 1/3rd of the class attends at a time for the first three days to let the students and teachers get to know each other better. Case's first day was scheduled for Tuesday, he was to have Wednesday off, then start with all the kids on Thursday.

I have no pictures of Case's first day of Kindergarten. The morning was filled with insanity and panic, with shouts to "find your damn shoes" and "stop screwing around and eat your cereal!" Case was tired and grouchy, sniveling at everything. No time and no mood for pictures, I dropped Case off at his classroom where he flapped his hands and screamed, charming! Pictures will just have to happen at the end of his first day. With a kiss goodbye I made haste back home and before the celebratory bubble-bath had filled, the school called.
"Case threw up, could you please bring a change of clothes?"
Crap.
With the low level of concern from the phoning party, I figured Case had been freaking out so much he threw up (not unheard of). But stepping into the office I immediately knew differently. He was a sick little guy, collapsed in the arms of his extremely kind Aid. So after a record-breaking 43 minutes worth of school year, Case returned home.

As far as we are concerned, our first day of school was Thursday.
My big huge boy! Isn't he adorable! And disease free!

New house!

Pictures from our move, that took a mere two weeks for me to post (to be fair, I was internet-free for about 10 of those days).
Photojournalism by Marcus.

Kitchen. The heart of the home!
I can't believe we moved that stupid couch. We let Case play Wii all day long, to keep him occupied safely and happy.

The guest bedroom. So inviting! Come stay with us!

The volume of packing paper used by the movers deforested an entire square mile of rainforest.
This is the entrance, but the back door is a better bet.

Case's little oasis of calm, because Autism doesn't care what your excuse is.