Fly, Fly Away

When Jackson gets excited, he flaps his arms. It’s one of those things on the Autism Checklist that landed him in the “gray area” in 2008 when we took him for a diagnosis (which ended up being a non-diagnosis). Anyway, as his speech and cognitive understanding have improved greatly in two years, one thing that has remained is his arm flapping. I consider it adorable, especially since he has no clue he does it.

I took the boys to a birthday party at the Discovery Museum yesterday and it was there that Jackson became enamored with a golf ball mechanism. As he followed each traveling ball through the maze of tunnels, buckets and loops, he flapped. When two balls fell together, he flapped harder. And when a line of balls traveled up to the top of the machine to be dropped through the maze, he flapped with rigid anticipation.

And then he took off and flew across the room.

In other news, my replacement was hired today and I’ll begin training her in two weeks. I’m still trying to determine how I feel about it.

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