All 3 kids needed new shoes for school, and The Skink needed her first full-size back-pack (and I figured she probably trusted me enough to choose one for her). Iraq found some shoes rather easily. She has always worn either slip-on shoes or the ones with Velcro closures. Up until now she has had little interest in learning to tie her shoes (this is one of those fine-motor coordination things that some kids in the autism spectrum have a hard time learning). Well - she found some shoes she just HAD to have, and guess what? They have real LACES! She couldn't have been more proud... and I couldn't have been more nervous about the upcoming tie-your-shoes-lessons!
When we got home, The Skink (now awake from her nap) was presented with her brand-new Hello Kitty back-pack (thank-goodness the thing was on sale). She was so excited about it, she wore it the whole evening.
Now... notice what is going on in the background...
I sat with Iraq and worked on shoe-tying for a while. Just when I started feeling a little frustrated and like we were going nowhere fast, Broadway stepped in and said, "Mom, let me try. I remember learning to tie my shoes... I bet you don't."
He had a point!
Unfortunately by this morning, poor Iraq had forgotten what she had learned, and was running about with her laces undone. Yes - she learned that doing that was not such a great idea when she stepped on a lace and fell. Perhaps I can sweet talk Broadway into a few more lessons for Iraq... I hope!
Also, one of the other moms in the blogosphere has proposed "Me Time Tuesday." With any luck I'll be reporting on my Me-Time adventures once the kids are in school. Now to figure out what to do!
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Okay, funny story -
ReplyDeleteWay before anyone diagnosed me with Asperger's, I entered Kindergarten. I had a 7th grade reading level and a memory for historical facts that could rival a professor's - but could not tie my shoes.
Meaning - I knew every president from Washington to Reagan (AND their first ladies - in order), and was reading Judy Blume during naptime, but I COULD NOT tie my shoes.
So Iraq is not alone. They sent me home with a cardboard shoe with (I will never forget this) loud ass orange laces. I learned to tie it quick so I wouldn't have to carry the ugly thing around with me forever.
Now, if I could only remember how to tie my boyfriend's tie. :)