Everything's gonna be allright

We are on our way back from sickie-central. Isaac is fine, funny and still in love with elevators. J. is feeling better, but sounds like a cigar-smoking Borscht Belt comic, circa 1955. You half expect him to say things like "Go away, kid--ya bother me," his voice is so low and growly. And me, well I am better. Still coughing, but able to breathe, which is a big improvement. In celebration, I went out and bought myself a bright green V-neck sweater (to bring out my eyes, thank you very much, and to break up the sea of black and gray in the closet. Not to mention the black and gray outside, since we are still waterlogged over here. It was my vote for Spring, for renewal and for color in general. So bring it on).

Lazy weekend. We hung around, moseyed, snuggled quite a bit. The comedic high point came yesterday when Isaac decided it would be fun to switch the first letter of every word with the letter "H." So without skipping a beat he told us he wanted to "Het in the har and ho to the harmer's harket." To do that, we had to "ho down the heps to the harage." Luckily, he didn't bat an eye when I told him he needed to hait for the hoor to hopen. I think the kid has a future as a cryptographer.

Beata came today so J. and I could see Persepolis, which is absolutely gorgeous and amazing and so moving. The only downside is that Isaac has been on a bit of a sleep strike, preferring instead to lie in bed singing to himself or to pad down the hall to demand even more food and see what we're doing (the appetite is back, bigtime). It's sweet, adorable and yes, a little bit maddening. "Row, row, row your boat/gently down the stweam," comes the high warble from the bedroom. "Melly, melly, melly melly, life dis but a dweam."

Bathtime is one of my favorite times lately. He's funny and relaxed and just so silly. Lately he's given to teasing me by threatening to drink his bathwater (or eat the bubbles). When I remind him that it'll make his tummy hurt, he grins impishly and says, "be very sad," before slowly lowering his face to the bubbles, grinning like a little devil. Maddening in any other child, but such a good sign for him. If there's a limit, he'll press the button. And smile. And wait for you to react. And press it again.

On days like this, I wonder: what is this thing called autism? What is it really? A disorder of communication, or of speech? A disorder or a different order? We are lucky, so lucky. He is a happy, loving, bright boy. We adore each other. Days like this, I think, I really do, that we're going to be okay.

Comments

[Casdok]

Melly melly, life dis but a dweam.
Aww that is so cute. :)

[kristen]

Susan, I'm so glad to hear that everyone is on the mend.

I can relate so well to that last paragraph. Well said, my friend. You WILL be okay. We all will.

[niksmom]

Oh, yes, indeed! Things are going to be A-okay! Sure, there will be tough times but that comes with ANY family and at ANY time.

Ho happy ho hear he his having fun hith hanguage, hoo! (He cracks me up sometimes!)

[Good Fountain]

Glad for a good weekend and that everyone is feeling better. Isaac is a stitch. I love the letter H thing. :) So creative!

[Emily]

Aw, that's so sweet. That child has a marvelous sense of humor, and you know what you have to have to have that (how many times can I use "have" in a sentence)? You have to have what everyone else has and then some. Isaac's got it! I love that H thing. That's...Hilarious.

[kyra]

oh, Susan. this made me smile. how wonderful!

[Jordan]

This made me so happy, on so many levels. Yes, everything will be okay. You've got a great kiddo on your hands there.

[drama mama]

I, for one, like the bright green sweater.

And the kid.

And the Borscht Belt husband.

It's all good.

Now when we gonna hang out?