While I don’t have the time or energy to blog regularly any more (I’ve told you time and time again that I’m inherently super-lazy), I didn’t want to just leave our story hanging. I couldn’t have you all thinking that we never recovered from that July virus.

Far from it. We’ve been living it up.

School started. We faced that possibility with trepidation and considered all our options. While many parents opt to educate their children with special needs at home through online classes, many public schools -- like ours, thankfully -- are making great improvements to their special education programs.

Well, Billster’s in kindergarten now and totally rockin’ it! He spends 50 percent of his time in a mainstream classroom and 50 percent of his time in special ed where he gets his academic instruction (reading, writing, math). He just aced two reading tests in a row (if you’re shocked they have reading tests in kindergarten, join the club. Kids are just smarter now) and did LITERALLY ten times better on his kindergarten assessment test than he was expected to do.

Of course, he still can’t tell me what he did at school – or he’ll tell me SOMETHING, but it generally bears little resemblance to anything that happened during the day. But we’re working on it. In terms of therapy, he’s getting speech and occupational therapy twice a week at school. His incredible ABA therapist, Ms. Elyse, is with him at home & school for a total of three days a week (she spends one full day with him at school, a couple of half-days and then comes to our house a couple of afternoons).

His school has also just hired a social skills teacher who works with the kids on those complicated issues of “fitting in.” That’ll be helpful, because he’s taken to chasing kids to school like a dog chasing traffic, and it kind of freaks some of them out. The ones that literally “run with it” are my favorite people in the world.

Billy is awesome at soccer! Our local soccer league started an outreach to special needs kids and he goes every Friday to play with his team. As it turns out, the boy’s got skillz.

And speaking of skills, he’s still taking gymnastics each Saturday morning, to which we’ve added another class: dance. Dave, The World’s Best Dad, actually takes his son to this pre-ballet class with a room full of girls and their moms and …. It gets better … my two boys will be performing together in the end-of-semester recital! I promise to take video if you can’t actually attend Dave’s debut as ballerina. God, I love that guy.

The greatest thing that’s happened, though, is Billy and Willow have become best friends. Best friends who occasionally try to strangle each other, but they’re definitely interacting. They play together with their dollhouse, their scooters, their back yard toys, taking turns and talking a language only the two of them understand.

Willow is the best therapy money couldn’t buy for Billy – and for me, too, for that matter. She doesn’t let him disappear into his own world. She sits right down in the middle of it. Heck, she won’t even let him use the bathroom by himself. She’ll stick her head in repeatedly asking, “Beedah? You all done? You all done and play with Willow?” so many times that we finally hear a scream of “Leave me alone!” That’s what I call functional language.

I started this blog to let people know that there’s joy after autism diagnosis. Boy, is there. There’s so much joy that I rarely have time to write it down any more. We’re wallowing in it every day.

And I want you to feel that way too. Though I sure won’t judge you if you don’t. If you read enough of this blog, you know how frequently I’ve been down a dark hole. If you’re there, holler out to me, and I’ll crawl on down with some ice cream and several seasons of The Hills on my iPad so that we can spend several sugary, brainless, worry-less hours before returning to reality. I can’t solve any of your problems, but I can cry and scream with you and I have always got food.

I won’t be blogging very often for a while. I’ve got a “real job” (and by real job, I mean one that actually pays me to write – score!) but if you want to keep up with Billster and the rest of us ‘Feet on a more regular basis, please join us at

Where I will share scenes like this one:


ME: Billy, get back in bed! It's late!

BILLY (pointing at me): What are you feeling?

ME: I'm feeling frustrated because you're not in bed. What are you feeling?

BILLY: I'm feeling happy because you're crazy.

Yep, life is a spectrum … and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Thanks so much for all the great feedback, guys! And Jill, thanks a lot for the ideas ... Billy is very echolalic and that is one of our biggest challenges at the moment. We're currently in the "taking data" stage in the hopes of trying some stuff to manage it soon. I'm going to try out your suggestions, because we can sure use some ideas!

I'm keeping up with everyone else's blogs -- even when I don't leave comments to let you guys know -- one of these days I'm going to get caught up with all my commenting! But in the meantime, keep writing, for my sake, ok?

Yay for mad skills!

Glad things are going so well!!! I am thinking the hybrid kindergarten will be what we try too. I can't remember- does Billy have echolalia? We had a hard time getting Kekito to tell me about school. It is still a work in progress, but I have a tip that worked wonders for us!

One of K's skills trainers told us to "teach him to talk like a parrot" to reduce the echolalia. I decided to apply it to the idea of teaching him to tell me about school. So in case you don't already use that method, you say to Billy whatever the Q&A is like this: Amanda- "Question Answer Question". Billy:"Answer" If you aren't already using this- it is RIDICULOUS how well it worked for Kekito.

So as far as telling me about his day, I started with asking, "What did you eat at school today? I ate a sandwich and grapes. What did you eat at school today?" then Bam! The light flickered and having answers modeled for about a week he began to answer me. His teacher also sends home little notes each day about what they did, so I ask, "What did you do at school today?" and I promt with those things.

Now about 8 months after I started trying this, I can ask what he did (and while I may not get ALL of it yet or what I would think is important...) and he tells me what they did or what certain people said. Last week he told me about Art class and that they made paint with balls (marbles) rolled in paint. =) (here is a related ? post I wrote this week. )

Hopefully that is something that could help you guys?

I've missed your entries! Keep 'em coming when you have the time, and best of luck with the new job!


Big hugs to you, Amanda! I'm so happy that everything is going so well with Billy and with your new job. You're an inspiration!

Congrats on the REAL JOB! I have missed your regular posts, but try to keep up with you on your various other outlets. Keep posting here and there, I love your stories!!!!

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As it turns out, Billy has the Hand-Foot-Mouth virus. Sound familiar? Then you, gentle reader, must have been here LAST YEAR when we had the EXACT SAME THING. Yes, the only thing that has changed from the post I wrote about this plague, since I wrote it last summer, is that Willow can now say the word "cuddle."

So without further ado, I give you a rerun of last year ...

Hand-Foot-Mouth, Baron Munchausen and the Robot Who Saved the Day

06/22/2010 08:34 pm


We're still sick. And I say "we," because when one of us is sick, we all suffer. Our family is a strategically balanced machine, and when one cog isn't functioning, the whole works grinds to a halt.

I was reticent to share our latest round of illness for fear that people would start thinking I had that Baron Munchausen disease or whatever its called. You know, that psycho disease that you see on episodes of Medium or Law and Order or all those Lifetime movies where the moms keep making their kids sick so that they can take them to the hospital for ... some reason. Maybe they like old magazines or mechanical beds.

Then I realized that anyone who'd laid eyes on me recently would be well aware that I wasn't enjoying myself in the slightest and considering I haven't washed my hair or slept in a week, I'm clearly avoiding drawing attention to myself.

So yep, we're still sick. The third virus.

This one is apparently called “Hand-Foot-Mouth Disease.” I seriously thought that was something that happened to cattle. So after a month of battling respiratory flu and stomach flu, my kids have now apparently got a livestock plague.

But no: It turns out there's no relation to “Hoof and Mouth Disease,” the one cows get. So I guess they could still catch that one.

Hand-Foot-Mouth is a highly contagious (but not dangerous) virus that shows up first, usually, as an unexplained fever. Then it's followed by a rash on the – you guessed it – hands, feet and in the mouth. The whole life of the virus can last two or three weeks apparently. It occurs most commonly in children and also is spread most often in the summer months. Most adults have antibodies to fight it off.

The doctor says that it requires physical human-to-human contact, so most of our friends are in luck. Billy isn't big on going around touching people, so it's unlikely that he's rubbed the cow rash on your children.
I'd never heard of Hand-Foot-Mouth before now (though it's apparently pretty common), so I wanted to get the word out about what to look for: strange, unexplained fever, rash appearing on the feet, hands or mouth and a lack of desire for food.

As soon as we're past this round of illness, I'm going to see a local nutritionist to see if there's anything we can do to boost Billy's immunity. Maybe I'm just paranoid and he's ill no more often than other kids who start school, but it seems as though we've spent the past year doing little more than wiping noses and butts and finding new ways to hide Children's Tylenol in beverages.

We've gone through so much kids' flu meds in the past year that we're thinking of hosting tastings. We can tell you all about the best pairings: Generic ibuprofen and V-8 Fusion, for instance, has a very nice finish. But you don't wanna chase a shot of acetaminophen with rice milk. Recipe for disaster. Children's amoxycillin, however, dissolves nicely in milk.

Anyone have any ideas about boosting immunity? Both kids get a daily multi-vitamin. Our house is not over-run with vermin, and it stays reasonably disinfected, thanks to our long-suffering cleaner.

I've heard something about probiotics helping with immunity, but I have no idea what that is. In fact, when I first heard the term, I thought they were talking about robots.

I could use a robot. Particularly one who could be trained to mix up a V-8/ibuprofen cocktail at 4 a.m. so that I could stay asleep. It would be awesome if it were one of those Tranformers that could also turn into a Hummer and drive us around town and fight crime and stuff.

Sigh. But a robot probably wouldn't be very good at “cuckles” (Willow's word for “cuddles”), and I doubt the Probot5000 would know what to make of Billy's midnight recitation of “It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.”

So until the technology improves, they're stuck with me and Dave.

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I'll be thinking of you

I hope he feels better really really really soon. I'll be thinking of you guys!!

I hope Billy is feeling better by now, Amanda!


Oh No

Oh no !!
poor baby
I seriously think once they start getting sick and the immunity is down - they just keep getting sick :-(
That being said I really think both Omega 3 ( coromega is a delicious brand ) and probiotics are a great idea

Oh, man!

Ugh, hope he feels better really really really soon. I'll be thinking of you guys!!

Snippets 'N Stuff

I do think I've heard of this virus before but had forgotten about it. I'm sorry. I sucks when kids are sick, but the good news...the older they get, the less they'll be sick. (I speak from experience as a mother of 4 adult kids.) Their little immune systems will become stronger with time.

Oh, my. I gotta admit, when you mention the mouth ulcer to me yesterday, I thought that was a possibility. This is terrible! I guess this means no more camp??

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It can be a scary road.

I like to write about Billy's breakthroughs. I love to share our joy when he seems to meet one more challenge that his autism presents … and to try to illustrate how, when he does make progress, he still does that in an autistic way – and that's a beautiful thing. We've undoubtedly been blessed with some beautiful breakthroughs this year.

But it's not all beautiful. And it's certainly not all breakthroughs. Far from it.

It's really hard for me to write about the rough stuff. I struggle with the ethics of sharing his hardest moments. I debate whether talking about Billy's autistic challenges might give people outside our “special needs circle” the wrong impression of autism. After all, there's enough histrionic screeching about “autism epidemics” and such in the press.

But I'm not the press. And I do not speak for the entire community of parents of autistic kids. I speak for my child – when he's not able to do that for himself.

Which brings me to this week. We came back from our glorious vacation, experienced several communication breakthroughs – a couple of which I blogged about here.

And then Billy got sick.

Just a plain old summer cold with fever and sore throat. But for an autistic child who is still making the connection between cause and effect in terms of his own body, this is a very frightening things. In the middle of the night, when he could sleep, he would wake up screaming, “What is HAPPENING to me?”

At least he can ask that now. But I'll be honest: That's one of the few functional things he's been able to say in the past few days. Mostly, we've heard non-stop scripting, crying and, inexplicably, the occasional fire engine sound. (FYI, it's eerie how realistically he can emulate that sound. And that's not something you want to wake to, coming through your baby monitor at 2 a.m.)

It's depressing on a well-rested day to see even temporary regression. But go a couple of nights with no sleep, struggling to calm your terrified, sick child, and it's the recipe for a pretty black mood.

However, last night was better. We discovered that he had an ulcer on his tongue (probably caused by the fever) and once we treated that, he slept a lot better. So did I.

Now I can look at things a lot more practically. This is temporary. The weird, wacky, wonderful road of progress along the spectrum is definitely not a straight route. It takes strange turns. It can trip you up. Sometimes it may be hard to tell if you're getting anywhere.

But as the late, great Buddy Hackett once told me (remind me to tell you THAT odd story one day), “When you get to my age, sweetheart, you realize that the journey is the destination.”

So let's keep moving, OK? If you let me lean on you this week, I promise to stop and pick you up when you need a lift.

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Sorry to Hear that Billy Is Sick

I hope he feels better soon!

I wish the journey was always going forward, but it doesn't always! With my daughter, she sometimes goes into reverse even when she isn't sick! It's very discouraging!

Mama Said, Mama Said

My mom always sings, "Mama said there'd be days like this. There'd be days like this, mama said." I don't know if she had these kinda days in mind and sometimes I wanna smack something when she sings it, but nevertheless here we are. Sorry you guys have had a rough week. There's not many words of wisdom I can offer that you haven't already heard. Sending happy thoughts, prayers, and virtual hugs your way! Oh, and I can't wait to hear the Buddy Hackett story! =)

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I have never heard of an ulcer on the tongue. Ouch!
I hope Billy feels better soon and YOU get some sleep.

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Billy had a week off from Camp Escape last week, so we decided to take a family vacation. Last year, at this time, we chickened out of family vacation, because we just didn't think he would sleep in a strange bed. We had visions of long, screaming sleepless nights that scared us into opting for a STAYCATION. Which turned out great.

We've taken vacations with extended family, so that my mom could sleep with Billy – like our New Year's trip to Disney. But we've never managed to pull off an overnighter with just the four Broadfeet.

But this year, we pulled up our big-boy pants, took a deep breath and headed for Disney World: me, Dave, Billy and Willow.

At first, I wasn't sure how much it sunk in with Billy when I told him we were going to Disney World again. I showed him some pictures and explained that we were going on Tuesday: “Today is Wednesday. On Thursday and Friday, we go to camp. On Saturday, we go to gymnastics. On Sunday we go to church. Monday we will stay home and relax. And Tuesday we go to Disney World!”

Each day, I would tell him what day it was, and he would update this mantra to himself: “On Friday we go to camp, on Saturday we go to gymnastics, On Sunday …” and so on.


Still lovin' those Teacups!

For many autistic people, mastering the concept of time can be difficult. This was the very first time I'd seen Billy show real anticipation about an upcoming event. And demonstrate a grasp of days of the week!

He also showed that he had memories of his previous trips, because he talked about the things he wanted to ride – in his own way: “The Teacups, the Crazy Train, The Smaller World, The Dumbo...”

We got an awesome deal on this three-day getaway. First of all, our tickets were comped, thanks to the nice people at Disney. And then Travelocity suggested a hotel deal for us: a two-bedroom villa at Orange Lake Resort (part of the Holiday Inn Vacation Club) for about $120/night (there were some taxes and a $9/day resort fee as well). The catch: we had to go on Tuesday and Wednesday night, but that worked fine for us.

Orange Lake Resort has a huge kids Splash Pool complex, a water slide, an enormous one-foot-deep baby pool with sprinklers, pop fountains, a lazy river ride, a putt-putt course, and a bowling alley.


We didn't actually visit the golf or bowling, because our kids would have spent the rest of their lives at the pop fountains, given the chance.


But Billy did conquer his fear and ride the water slide, which he didn't stop talking about, in wide-eyes wonder, the whole trip: “It goes over your hair!” (His way of saying he got dunked under the water briefly at the end.)


We spent all day Wednesday at Magic Kingdom, mostly in the Fantasyland section, and both kids had an absolute ball. They loved It's a Small World, of course (a friend suggested that this ride is much more fun for adults if you imagine you have a shotgun) and Dumbo.


With our Guest Assistance Pass (available to kids and adults with all kinds of disabilities), we were able to scoot through lines pretty quickly and get to every ride they wanted to ride on that one day. We only had one Cast Member demand to see our Guest Assistance Pass (which he called the “handicapped pass” in a rare moment of Disney non-political correctness) because I guess he couldn't believe our child had any problems. But I have learned – especially after our last fighty trip to Disney – to take this as the compliment it was not intended to be and just get on the bleedin' train.



The obligatory "castle in the background" shot. The excitement is palpable!

I didn't take that many photos this trip, because I really wanted to be in the moment with my kids. Too often on any excursion, we spend so much time setting up photo ops that we ruin the fun. And by “we,” I mean, of course, “me.”

We had FUN. The kids were good company. Billy listened, communicated, and didn't tantrum once. He handled all the stimulation with a pretty good humor, only losing it once, on the Pirates of the Caribbean, which I had tried, in vain, to convince my husband was a BAD IDEA. I wish I could feel more triumphant about being right.

One of the most touching things that happened was the way the kids bonded with each other. At ages two and (nearly) five, they don't really run in the same circles, but in many ways, developmentally, they're about at the same level. And in some ways, like communication, Willow is ahead of her brother.

Still, they found delightful ways to play together. With no cousins, grandparents or other adults (other than us, and we're old news) to coddle them, they stuck together like glue. They goofed in the back seat together on the way down to Orlando (when they weren't fighting as violently as is humanly possible when strapped into car seats at arm's length from one another). Once we were at our hotel, there were games involving chasing and hiding and bouncing on the new beds in “their” room (note: Willow did NOT actually end up sleeping in that room with Billy, but it was “theirs” during daylight hours). None of these games did we remotely understand. And all of them were infused with gales of laughter.

We had "circle time" each night as a family, just like we do when we're at home. We thought it would help Billy transition to sleep more easily if he had the same routine on the road -- to the extent possible. And maybe it worked -- he slept through the night both nights in his own room.

And after they went to bed, Dave and I cooked dinner in the condo, which had a full kitchen, sat together on the screened-in balcony to eat it and actually talked to each other. Mostly, we talked about what an awesome vacation we were having, and in hushed tones, used terms like "just like a normal family."

After we'd been home a couple of days, I went into Billy's room one night to tuck him in and found him playing an involved game on his own. He had upturned Willow's doll walker and was placing his dominoes (he LOVES dominoes) in the little trough created by the upside-down plastic toy.

At first, I was irritated. I didn't know why he had taken Willow's toy or why he was jamming in his dominoes inside of it. But before I started cleaning up the “mess,” something stopped me, and I asked him, “Billy, what are you doing?”


Can you spot the "yayers?" FYI, down below is The Dumbo, The Smaller World and The Crazy Train.

Billy stared at his little project for a minute before picking up one of the dominoes and pushing it down the little trough. “He's having a water slide,” he informed me matter-of-factly.

And by God, on second look, it DID look like a water slide! He was imagining his trip and using his dominoes to act it out!

One little line of dominoes was separate from the slide. Out of curiosity, I asked him again, “What are these guys over here doing?”

Billy stared at the line of dominoes for a couple of seconds. “They're ...” it was clear he was searching for a word. Finally, he finished, “They're YAYING.” And went back to his game.

They're “yaying,” cheering for the domino going down the water slide, just like he did for each of the kids that went down the slide ahead of him. He was actually acting out a little drama of his own, with characters that had roles, and it wasn't a script he had learned but a story that came out of his own imagination, based on his own memories.

This is me yaying.

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What a Fantastic Vacation!

I'm so glad you took advantage of the comped tickets! It sounds like you had an absolute blast! Yay!

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I'm glad you had a good time. LOVE the dominoes story. Yay for Billy! :)

Awww, what a wonderful story! I'm so glad it worked out so well.

YAY to you guys for giving Disney another try! So happy to hear it was such a success! And I love the water-slide-acting-out-at-home story. Awesome! We're considering a day at Disney later this year. It's so good to hear some tips about making it a great experience.

Yaying Here, Too!

That's one of the best feelings in the world when you realize they're using their imaginations! Yay, yay, yay! Sounds like you guys had a wonderful vacation! I want to take our kids to Disney so badly now that we know about the golden ticket. I love seeing our kids bond and I can't wait to make some fun family memories! =)

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I open the door to find Billy lying on the floor, arms at his sides, legs together, toes pointed. There is an intense look of concentration on his face.

ME: Billy, what are you doing?

BILLY: (without hesitation) I'm playing luge.

A beat.

ME: You mean the sled thing that goes down the ice chute?

Another beat.

BILLY: Mama, will you play luge with me?


A few moments later …

Both of us are now lying on the floor, side-by-side, with our toes pointed.

BILLY: Mama! Are you winning?!


Yes. Yes, I am.

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Its so cool to hear he is imagining!! I miss him and willow!

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I can honestly say I have never heard of anyone pretending to luge. :)

We were just playing sled using a couch cushion down onto an air mattress! Luge would have been so much cooler.

That's Awesome!

What great imaginative play! You must a proud Mom!

I love watching the lugers, even though I think they're crazy to want to do it!


That is awesome! I never woulda thought luge, but now that I'm seeing it's really just like a huge marble run with people instead of marbles...I bet some YouTube videos of that could make Caleb's day! Thanks for the idea! =)

Love love love it! Are there reruns of the winter Olympics playing on some obscure channel or what? I love that he even knows what the luge is. Great creative both of you! :)

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