A little while ago, I sent the kids upstairs to clean Sydney's room. And by clean, I mean PLOW THROUGH and find some sort of order before even being ABLE to start to clean. Dear Sydney decided at some point today to take out every last piece of clothing, sock, underwear, hair barrette, and EVERYTHING from all 1-2-3-4-5-6 yeah SIX of her drawers and spread it all over the room. Nice.
I just stuck my head around the corner to listen upstairs & see how it was going. Colin is not only giving her a minute-by-minute pep talk (Sydney, it's almost over! Mom's gonna be so proud! You can do it!), but he's also encouraging a level of detail in her efforts that I never would have anticipated or expected. See--I'm also hearing, "okay, long sleeves in this drawer; short sleeves here; put all underwear in a pile and we'll get to those in a minute; jeans here; long pants here; white socks and pick socks separate" and so forth. I also heard him tell her to line up her books on her bookshelf better.
Autism ROCKS. I'm just sayin'.
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Can Colin come to MY house and teach Liza how to clean her room???
I need my grandson to come to Murray, Kentucky to show various and assorted construction workers how to remodel my house...in less than a years time!
Way to go Colin! Nana's proud of you. By the way, your daddy was a lot like you when he was a little boy. Everything HAD to be orderly, lined up, and matching in his room. Hummm
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