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We took Jonah's birthday slow this year, giving him a gift a day for three days. This was the final day, and his last gift was the Ron Burgundy of the lot: it's kind of a big deal. The deluxe marble run we purchased had many special appeals to J. When Jonah was really little he would drop puzzle pieces, blocks, crayons, whatever really, behind the couch just to listen to them fall, bumping up against the wall as the tumbled down. We thought it was kind of funny and cute (except when we had to pull the couch out and found 82 tiny toys back there.) After he was diagosed, we found out that sound thing is totally an autism thing. He loves the auditory input falling things give him, and the marbles falling into this thing make a great sound. He also has always loved building things, and putting the marble run together is kind of like a puzzle. Forgive the fuzzy pictures, but I love how intense he is in building his marble maze. Unfortunately, it appears his future as an architect looks grim-unless Dr. Seuss calls and needs a tower built that is.

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Jonah loves water, and he really loves the bath. Trouble is, when you have two brothers, you don't typically get to spread out and really enjoy your tub time. Every once in a while though fate smiles on you, like when your little brother goes out of town and your baby brother sleeps through bathtime. Then, you get sweet bathtime bliss. You can spread out, let the bubbles fill the tub and smile. 31410

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My sister recently uprooted her family and headed up north so her hubby could go back to school. Exciting for them, sad for us. One reason I was so sad was that Rexie and his cousin, Ainsley, had developed such a sweet, almost sibling, friendship/love. Having spent some time together pretty much everyday of thier lives, they were quite an adorable pair. A few weeks before my parents headed up to Idaho to visit my sister and her family, she jokingly mentioned that she wanted Rex to come up with them. I laughed it off; I couldn't imagine sending my precious, barely three-year-old baby on a thousand mile voyage without me. However, the idea took root, first in my sister, then in Grandma, and finally we relented. Here is Rex all loaded up in Grandma's car ready to head up to Idaho. He had a super fun time; I missed him like crazy; we were amazed at how quiet our house suddenly became. Grandma reported that he was the best traveler of the lot, a group that included his grandparents and his thirteen and twelve year old cousins. He can't wait to see his cousins again in a couple of weeks when we load up to head to the Gem State altogether. 31310

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The common enemy of moms everywhere is laundry. I honestly only know one woman who claims to enjoy the chore, and although said woman is one of the most extraordinary and wonderful people I know, I think she is, at least insofar as laundry is concerned, a bit crazy, or maybe just overly optimistic. For me, laundry is a chore I despise, but the boys like it. Maybe this is why I can't ever get it done as fast as I think I should be able to. 31210

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Jonah turned five, and to celebrate we decided to forego a big party which would have been overwhelming for him anyway, and plan a day with all the thing our precious Pete loves. We headed out to Stillman-McCormick Park where they have a little train, lots of room to run, a playground and a carousel. Throw in some pizza, donuta and Capri-Suns and top it off with some plastic animals and I think it was one of the best days of his life, pretty appropriate considering his birthday is the celebration of the happiest day of mine. Love you, Jojo! 31110

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There is a theory that for some reason kids with autism are, on the whole, better looking than the average random sampling of kids. Good looks to make up for weak social skills? Interesting theory. At any rate, he is gorgeous. 31010

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Layne has long lamented that all three of our kids are total Mama's boys. Pretty much from the beginning, they want me all the time. However, Rex is starting to turn his allegiance. One thing he loves about Daddy is talking softball. Here he is discussing the merits of the Matador as a mascot. (That sissy looking figure he's pointing to on Layne's shirt is a Matador.) The end conclusion of the conversation, as I recall, is that Hawks are way better than sissy bull fighters.
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