Life With Ike

Isaac has a red shirt he wears everyday. The first thing he asks for in the morning is for his red shirt. He got poop on it on Saturday and while it was in the washer he had a meltdown because he wanted to wear it.

He is mostly potty trained but the poop incident was an accident, he went in the potty it just got smeared. Gross I know but I'm glad he at least goes in the potty.

Sometimes I wish he was normal. We went to a birthday party, just me and the 3 kids. Asher went off with his favorite friend and Anna was just enjoying everything. Isaac on the other hand was into everything. In the order that I can remember he:
Dumped out the entire soap solution for the bubble blower on the table
Climbed up on the table and took one of the dum-dum lollipops off the cute Candy Land theme cake and ate it.
Ran around the table and tried to pull the balloons off the back of the chairs, successfully doing so to a few.
Found a cord and plugged it in to the wall and spent about 10 minutes pretending it was a vacuum or weedwacker or whatever it was. (it's kind of cute the white noise he makes when he's pretending something is a vacuum.)
Climbed up on the bar stool and pulled just the pepperonis off the pizza and ate them.
Went down the stairs to an area that was locked off and tried to get in it.
Tried to open the front door and go out.
Tried to open the back door and go out.
Tried to play in the bathrooms, but wouldn't go potty.
Went into the kitchen area where the grandma and great-grandma were preparing everything for the party and got into everything including playing with the water in the sink.
I spent pretty much the whole party chasing after him and pulling him away from trouble just minutes before or minutes after he got into it. All in all we had fun and social experiences are good for him and good for me too.

Even though he takes so much more effort than the other two, I love him so much. I love his smile and his laughter. His laugh is by far the best of all three. I think we named him right since his name means laughter. He brings so much to our family and teaches us so much.

We don't know where on the spectrum he lies but I have a lot of people tell me how well his speech is coming along. He is no where near where Asher is but he improves all the time. I read somewhere that children with Asperger's Syndrome have better communication than classic Autistic children but their behavioral problems are worse so they sometimes are labeled the bad kid or problem child.

Anyways those are just my thoughts on my first born. I'm glad I have 3 healthy children and I love everyday I get to spend with them even when it's hard.