Our Journey Raising Two Children with Special Needs

This blog chronicles our life raising two children, Nicholas 15, diagnosed with Prader-Willi Syndrome and Weston 18, diagnosed with Autism/Asperger's/ADHD. It's the ups, the downs, the joys, the sorrows and most importantly, the beauty of living a life less perfect, a life more meaningful.

Monday, May 11, 2015

Where there's Smoke?

Mother's Day weekend was a festive time for the Peters family.

Saturday, we celebrated with a combination Pete's birthday party and Courtney's baby shower for the soon-to-be birth of our first nephew. It was a boisterous celebration for the entire family, with aunts, uncles, cousins and friends.

I was happy to see that within the party atmosphere, my children found a way to entertain themselves.

True to his energized spirit, Weston spent much of the day circling the house on a very cool 4-wheeler with monster knobby tires that ripped up most of my brother's newly seeded lawn.

vvvrooom, vvvroooom, vvvroom......!

He roared around the home like a racer at the Indy 500, circling the house with a constant rhythmic sound.

vrrrrooom. vvvrrroooom, vvvrrrroooom........!

Around Weston went until eventually, the vrooming stopped and he gathered enough courage to enter the forest and cross the muddy swamp. Yes, Weston was in his glory and happy to be moving.

Nicholas, on the other hand, was true to his laid-back spirit and preferred to stay put, motivated strongly however, by an opportunity to operate this....

Using this irresistible device.

 Nicholas fulfilled his perseveration fantasy by standing in the garage, pressing the clicker and watching the door go up and down........a thousand times.

RrrrrrrrRrrrrrrrRrrrrrr, went the door as it traveled overhead up and out of sight.

A slight pause, and then,

RrrrrrrRrrrrrrRrrrrrrrr as the door rumbled back down its tracks slowly toward the ground.

Yes, between the Rrrrrrring and the Vrooooming, the boys stayed busy all day.

That is until Nicholas came running inside the house.

"The, the, the, the..........door!" he said pointing toward the closed door that leads into the garage.

"The garage door?" we asked smiling.

"Yes!" he answered amazed that we were all still seated.

"What's the matter with it? we asked, certain that he had just worn out the battery on the clicker.

"There's there's there's.....a a a pppp.....problem," he said jumping up and down.

None of us was concerned as we smiled and placated the motioning boy who was now waving his arms wildly.

"What is it?" we asked, laughing slightly at his urgent antics.

"There, there there's........sssssssssss.................ssssssmmmmm.....smoke!" he bellowed.

"SMOKE?" we all shouted in unison and jumped from our chairs!

We ran to the door leading to the garage and yanked it open, only to see thick white smoke puffing profusely from the exhausted garage door opener.

Yes, dear friends, my son Nicholas had opened the garage door so often in such a short amount of time that the thing actually started to smoke.

Filling the garage with a white noxious haze.

We gagged and waved our arms, not knowing whether the tears in our eyes were from our laughter and disbelief or from the sharp sting of toxic fumes emanating from the malfunctioning motor.

Needless to say, the clicker was immediately retired for the rest of the day.

And Nick's addiction..................well let's just say it has been "put out" for a while.

He decided on the spot that perhaps Weston's vrrrooooming around the house was a much safer sport.