Yesterday Xander was in rare form. He was opposed to absolutely everything that we did.
The good news is that his aide told me he had a good day and was cooperative for her. The bad news is that cooperation ended the minuted he climbed into my truck after school. And it was Tuesday, which meant we had a busy afternoon to get through.
First was speech therapy directly after school.
All the way there, he kept telling me "No speech! No Shanna!" His therapist, of course, is Ms. Shanna. "No speech! No Shanna!" It was forceful. And repeated.
Speech itself was probably the least productive session we have ever had. He was angry and uncooperative. He spent more than half of the session sprawled across the floor telling us "No!" to whatever we were trying to do.
"No cards!" for the flashcards we use to work on categories.
"No story!" for the book we were trying to read.
"No game!" for the board game, though he did eventually warm up to a game called "Ned's Head."
Let's just say there were a lot of "no" moments during speech.
After speech was not much better. He did cooperate long enough to eat dinner at Cracker Barrel. Pancakes were the only yes of the afternoon. We'll overlook the fact that pancakes have gluten, just this once. It was a hard enough day without trying to find a GFCF dinner at a restaurant on the south side of town.
Our next stop was the baseball field for Connor's first game of the season. We've had lots of practices the last month or so, but this was his first actual game. As soon as the fields were visible a little voice piped up from the back seat.
"No baseball." Again it was loud. And forceful. And repeated.
We stayed for just over an inning, long enough to watch Connor to make it up in the batting rotation.
On the way home, he decided he wasn't ready to go home. We were taking our normal exit off the highway when he offered his standard "No thanks!"
He also offered a random "Xander swim!" as an alternative. There was no context, as we weren't even close to one of our usual swimming pools, much less the indoor one that we frequent.
I explained it was time to go home, because we needed to take baths and get ready for bed.
Can you guess what I heard?
"No bath! No bed! No thanks!"
Yes, it definitely a day for no. And for clearly voicing his opinion on everything.
Have I mentioned he's the feisty one?
