GillyWacker

Daddy's tool for the Autism blues

Posts in the Funny (sad) category

Talking POOP.

Ok well I seem to be on a roll with this blog thing.  Since the reviews are in:  Good Reviews=0 and Bad Reviews=0  its time to step out and plow though (pun intended) Poop.

 

I know,  I really don’t want to talk about poop.  And you probably don’t want to hear about poop.  But I’m doin it anyway.

 

Poop is really something that would have never even made my pre-children top 100 things to write about.  And would have not ever been on my radar as a teen.  But since the time our kids were born.  Poop has never been far from my thoughts.  Ironically poop,  baby poop.  Is one of the things that has a way of putting a marriage in perspective.  I doubt there is a married couple out there that has not thought, or said aloud to their spouse.  “Laugh all you want some day you’ll be wiping my @zz”.  Even though all parents will have poop conversations.  Special needs parents tend to take those talks to the next level.  Much like us (the Daddy’s) dont, or should not participate in a birth giving conversation with mothers.  Non-special needs parent’s should be aware that we (special needs parents) can have poop talks that last for hours.

 

As a toddler poop is like extra credit.  It a burden to break into a busy toddler schedule of playing with Thomas trains, tossing mothers freshly folded laundry,  or putting non-food related items in their mouths.  Poop is just not one of their favorite things to do.  We all probably felt a corner had been rounded when our children actually learned where, and when to go.  It was like a birthday party, with people cheering and such.  But that quickly faded.  As adults,  we can admit to this.  Most of us really did not appreciate a good poop until we got older.  In fact now as adults its almost a scheduled event.  10 am grab a newspaper maybe a magazine and a soda.  Lay out items (clipers, Qtips,ect) in case there is time for additional grooming.  At some point children get this connection to poop and adults.  When I was a child.  The house could be on fire.  “That’s OK,  I’ll wait for dad to get out.”

 

With Green (code name for my boy)  it was normal poop issues I guess.  With the exception of a shotgun event in a clear acrylic bassinet.  That would have been the type of thing you would expect in a quentin tarantino movie about babies.   Which was either very cool, or very disturbing IDK (depending on where your taste in art lies).   Could anything  have made the day any better?   Having a living alien creature popping it’s head out of the stew.   Of course he was just a baby and thought it was funny.  He did not care much that his Nana was collateral damage. Wrong place, right time.   Otherwise poop was just not a priority.  It would happen, when it happened.

 

One (well two) of the mistakes I made with green,  while on a hike.  Teaching him the wonder of the great outdoors. When if its time to go, well then it’s time to go (Not poop of course).   Much earlier I had success teaching him that poop could be strategically placed in a specific location.  Like the toilet bowl, in the bathroom,  at home.  It’s unfair to think I could have anticipated that he would combine those two lessons.  And go in the corner of our fence, in our yard,  at our house,  in our town.  Live and learn I suppose.  It was one of those moments,  I would have rather not been around for.  He never has completely grasped the concept of flushing each time.  I dont know if he figures its like school art.  That he is proud of his accomplishment and wants to share it with me, or what.  I would have thought at this point.  I had dumbed down the instructions enough.  I think I am going to rubber band a dollar bill to the handle.

 

The experience with Green did nothing to prepare me for what was to come.  For people who are Autistic.  GI issues are not uncommon.  So much so that it is a major area of interest with groups associated with Autism.

 

This is taken from Autism Society

  • Chronic Constipation and/or Diarrhea:  Recent medical literature cites that 70-80 percent of autistic children have gastrointestinal symptoms.


So with Dg (Daddy’s girl) it was a different story.  First the typical issues.  Which for reasons unknown to me.  Evolved into wow situations.  She could go for long periods,  without going.  That had a way of displaying itself in her behavior.  When these things happen to us adults.  We are generally not the best versions of ourselves.  It is no different for her.

 

firework3And when the Eagle would land.  It was,  for sure,  a cause of celebration.  I would call family and friends.  I wanted  the Gate City paper to print a headline “We Had a Poop!”.  And have a ticker tape parade with Dg riding on the bonnet of a convertible down Main Street.   Throwing out tootsi rolls to the crowds.(that somehow sounds wrong) Our methods however, was less than ideal.  And  for the sake of this post.  We will just say it involved some last resorts.  We did go to an excellent MD in St Louis  Amy Davis  (I like,  and recommend Amy. She also has a child on the spectrum) More on that later.  For the purpose of this story she moved mountains (pun intended).  Our current long term, has been a combination of the right foods,  and old faithful Mira-lax.  DG is pretty picky about what she eats.  Picky does really not paint the picture.   Typically her choices are chips, Cheese and bread.  not historically good pooping choices.

 

 

 

 

So at home, near the rear end 😉 of the day,  every day, is the question “Was there poop?”.  And if there was.  I want details.  “Really?”  “Lots?”  “Specific gravity?”, “Tensil strength?”,  ect,  ect.  Just kidding,,, not really.  A surprising amount of poop and poop related  conversation takes place at our house. Our creativity in describing the days take, is a source of never ending fun (remember you have to make fun)  So if your over to the house, and you hear me shout out,  “Just a couple of chicken nuggets!”, or “raisinets, nothing but raisinets!”

close enough

close enough

you should be able to crack the code.   And of course Dg’s Nana (Great Grandma) insist on having a daily poop report.  She is actually worse than me about it.  I think Nana should just put a pot outside her door so she doesn’t even have to wait for Dg to enter the house.

 

What amazes me is its  incredible hardness.  When we visited Amy she requested that we send some poop in to be tested (in the mail).  Break it up and dilute it in distilled water the instructions read.  And your done.   WAIT!,,,.  As I profread what I have just written.   I realize “Not enough information”  My readers want details.

 

More information: We are instructed that thorough testing needs to be done.  This is done via a peepee and poopy kit.  To be mailed (yes I said mailed). I would imagine on a shelf,  in a van,  right next to your grandma’s Fruit cake and Christmas presents.  We receive the “kit”  Consisting of several containers.  What immediately strikes me is.  There should be no problem at all to have her potty (seperately) in these tiny individual sample cups.  “Piece-O-Cake.”   I have no doubt that most of you could sit your children down and explain “Only pee pee in this little cup”  Or “Just poopy in this “smaller” test tube”  No problemeo.   I did what I think any reasonable father would do. Ran down to Dollar General.  For some reason Dollar General is the place I go to for kid releated “work around” idea’s.  Sure enough the idea’s were there looking me in the eye as I strolled the aisle.  I picked up several (needed to conduct trials) of those inexpensive, disposable,  aluminium Turkey baking pans.  With a little manipulation I was able to form them perfectly around the bowl and under the seat.  Next I perforated the center, bottom of the pan and pressed it lower.  This would allow liquid to pass into the scotch taped cup underneath the bottom. Therby saving the solids out of harms way. Like a dream come true, problem solved.   There may already be a “Turkey baking potty separator” commercially available IDK. I plan to sell them on this site for around $200.  That sounds expensive.  But there was considerable R & D that went into their development.

Poopy/Peepee separator prototype

Poopy/Peepee separator prototype

 

Next the samples had to be properly prepared.  “How hard could that be Bryan?”  I’m very glad you asked.   I was afriad were where going to have to solicit a jewler with diamond cutting equipment.  Ironiclly enough the kit came with a supplied wooden ice cream spoon.  The kind you get in individual ice cream servings at the store.  They might have even said “Ben and Jerry’s,” or “Chunky Monkey” or something like that on the handle.  And it may have worked fine had I not been working with the “Geode Poop Ball from Hell”   It became kindling in short order.  The best way I can describe the process.  It was exactly like filleting an extremely large marble.  After which would need to be further broken down into pieces small enough to fit into a test tube.  “Piece-O-Cake.”

 

When all that business was said and done. And we get Dg back on track.  Keep in mind the pendulem tends swings the other way first.  But eventually we get things managable.   We still have intermittent issues.  The Gillywacker home sewer is already a little fragil.  It seems our “lift station” is unable to handle things like,  a wash cloth,  panties,  Little ponies,  ect.  Without sending me a 2k bill.   So even though I am excited to hear the plop plop.  And typically Its not so much the “chicken nuggets” or “raisinets” (unless unexpectedly high volumes occur)  that create issues.  I know my meager consumer grade equipment. Can not handle the “Geode Poop Ball from Hell”.   I am going to try and reduce the learning curve for anyone who is looking to this post for advice. If you read this and think  “Hey Bryan we also have poop Geode’s.  What do we do?” Kitchen utensils,  typically have too short of handles.  Yes some may work.  It however would be similar to using a short, snake catching stick.  You really dont want your hands that close to the business end of what your working on.    Brushes and plungers simply lame.  Not up to the task.  A power drain snake would be ideal.  But to be honest, its overkill.  I have found the Titan Duty Toilet Auger to be just right.  However one more nugget 😉 of wisdom.  Have a staging area ready prior to using it.  They (Titan Duty Toilet Augers) are awkward and wont sit comfortably outside of the bowl.  Kinda like leaning a top heavy, pool noodle in the corner, only with poop on it.

 

At some point you have to develop a rythem to things.  And that includes poop.  You cant avoid the tough subjects. The not so-pleasant -ones.  When we dont discuss these things.  When we behave like they are Taboo issues to talk about.  This is what causes additional distress.  Especially to new parents who may believe its only happening to them.  The fact is everybody poops and every parent distresses when that is not working as it should.  And the more we talk about it the more we know.  More unique idea’s appear.  More advice is shared.

 

Even though I know it’s at times uncomfortable.  Talk, be heard, and listen.  Its not the key to the mint.  But it provides incite and comfort when it is needed most.

 

 

 

Rock on

Gillywacker

The talk, about talk.

selfie

Soo good looking

When you have kids.  You, with out a doubt will will be faced with discussing uncomfortable things.  From poop and masturbation.  To why someone ended up in jail, or how come uncle Bryan is so good looking.  

 

We are the ones who care. Its parents that teach kids not to use certain words.  Who teach them self censorship.  To make things worse we often don’t spend the same amount of energy on teaching when it is, or why it is OK at times,  to speak uncensored.  Kids by default don’t care “Mom are transvestites gay?”.  Most of you learned this the hard way.  When your child blurts out something in public that makes you cringe “Daddy says, you don’t pay your bills”.  Kids just don’t get it.    We like to say “You cant say that here.” or “Just ignore her. I don’t know where she gets this stuff”,  “SSShhhh!”.  Or worse we scold them without teaching the lesson.  But here is the bad news.

 

The kids are right,mouths  and we are wrong.   We need to allow ourselves to get outside our comfort zone.  And we need to do this for several reasons.   The first reason and probably the most important.  They (the kids)  need to know.  And not because they are going to be bad with money or Transvestites.  But because if we don’t teach them,  they are sure to use the limited information out of context, in less than ideal settings.  Worse case scenario, not say the really important things.  Its incumbent on us, to teach them.  How can we expect them to approach an issue.  If the words they need to articulate the issue are forbidden?  What they really need (and some of us)

 

 

  • Know your audience
  • Know your words
  • That words outside our comfort zone, are important to use at times.

 

More specific to the direction of this blog.  Saying things,  Saying the uncomfortable things,  Is something I believe we need to embrace.  Even more specifically is the need for special need parents to not feel uncomfortable bringing up issues like hygiene, escapism, self harm, and probably one of the most important. Predators.  I don’t think I have had a Dg (Daddy’s girl) school meeting where I have not brought the topic up. It is not by any stretch of the imagination something I want to talk about.meeting2

 

 I am not going to assume,  they (the school) know this is a potential issue.  I refuse to accept the typical controls that are written in the School handbook.  I want them to really understand.  To understand that this is one of the things that keeps parents up at night.  Keeps me up at night.  They have to understand that my non verbal child is a prime target.  I want them to have clear understandings of why.  They need to know that being non verbal.  Means she is an easy target.  And that a predator will know that.  With even a casual encounter.    I need them to know that statistically she is in the highest risk category.  And because of this I demand some considerations.  It is unacceptable for her to be in contact with anyone who has not been vested with the school or us.  It is unacceptable for her to be alone with people who are not in the trusted inner circle.  This is not to say that she shouldn’t interact with people outside that circle or even people unknown to us that have a cause to be in contact with her.  Just that they are not, for any reason, to be alone.  Or for that matter blind trust should not given to even those who are vested, or appear to be in our circle.  Every meeting I bring this up. Every caregiver knows my speech.

 

Last year Chloe’s teacher sent a note, and called to say.  Dg had been saying “Tallywacker” at school.  People reading this blog understand it was likely a perversion of the word Gillywacker.  But her teacher was not (at the time) aware of that.  Back on my soap box for second:  This is where we can take even the most uncomfortable of things and have some fun.  So I didn’t start out the conversation explaining Gillywacker.  I began asking who would use that word?    How I was a little surprised she (Ms Taylor) being young and all.  Would recognize the dark side of “Tallywacker”.  Some of this I did just because I really enjoy saying the word Tallywacker.  Its also fun giving Ms Taylor “the business”.  Much of it was to let her know when we talk about these things.  We are not walking into a deep dark place.chloefloor  We are doing what we should be doing, talking about it.  And it was not not a sin in our eyes to share a little laugh about this kind of stuff from time to time.  I believe we should create an environment where it’s not difficult to talk about these things.

 

For me it wasn’t enough to clear things up.  I want to establish a foundation where everyone would feel comfortable talking about uncomfortable things.  I also wanted to make clear how much Ms Taylor’s actions really meant to me.  For a parent with a child who is also a target.  It’s simply huge to know her caregivers are not only doing their job as professionals.  But keeping their heads up and looking out for my daughter as people.  Huge, Huge, Huge.  Because like any reasonable parent.  I worry when I am not in a physical position to protect.

 

At times I innocently enough, create situations.  And feel obligated to share a “heads up” with Dg’s teacher.  There were two instances this week.  As I mentioned before DG really enjoys a few of Pop songs.  During a play session she begins repeating the chorus of “I know you want it”.  I was like “Jeeeeeeeez DG!”.  Then later in the week we were playing the Gillywacker game.  For those who dont know “GillyWacker”, it goes like this.

  • Head thinker
  •  Eyes seeier
  •  Nose smeller
  •  Mouth eater
  •  Chin chopper (building anticipation)
  • Gillywacker!!!!!!!!!!! and a crazy wild tickle.

Well I had gotten bored with the standard script.  So I decided to improvise a little.  I used “Ear flappers”, and “Feet stompers” ect, for example.  A couple of days later Dg was telling her short word jokes then,  “Butt Smeller!” she screams and giggles. In my defence Dg mispronounced the word I had use.  It was of course “Butt smellyier” (Thats a real word right?) So yes,   I sent Ms Taylor a note that said she should expect “I know you want it!” and “Butt smeller!”  Just to sure make she wouldn’t be to shocked.

 

And for my newly loyal readers.  Its probably safe to say.  You can expect more uncomfortable words from me.

 

Rock on

Gillywacker

 

And a note to any potential Predators:

It is us,  hunting you.  We are not passively looking.  We are actively looking.  We know how to protect the ones we love.  Any action by you.  Will be perceived as hostile and as such will handled in a way that makes “Shock and Awe” look like a child’s game.  You have been warned.

Making fun with Autism

For a while at least.  It seems,  I had forgotten how to have fun.  Fun became a destination.  A bar, a boat, a place.  If for example I was in the mood for some fun.  I would plan it in a way that it would coincide with a payday (since I was hand to mouth).  For something really fun.  It had to be a payday and a weekend day.  My week would be filled with what to wear,  What to bring,  and who was going.  At the right time the excitement would bring me to the moment of lift off. Loading a car with friends and the supplies.  Followed by the travel and discussions of who was doing what.  When we would arrive it’s off to the races so to speak.  Followed at least in my case by.  “What happened?”  “Did I have fun?” Fun had almost became a chore.

 

Fun finds me.   I am gently woken by Dg (Daddy’s Girl). Standing in my doorway at 7am.  She has on  boots, pajama’s and a coat.  Through my glazed over eyes I can make out the speech bubble above her head that reads, “Fun” .  She says “Go for ride!” followed by “Daddys VX!”(the name of my truck).

 
Go for ride

Go for ride

Fun has found me.  No planning, looking at the calendar,  choosing the right clothing,  no nothing really.  I just throw on some socks (and pants,shirt,ect) out the door we go.  After we get in the truck and even before we are buckled up.  We have to set the tone for the ride.   I place the blame for her bad choice of music at someone else’s feet (you know who you are).  Dg requires POP music.  “97.3 or 107.3!” she will say aserting herself as if to say “I’m in charge now”.  Typically I am the master of my radio.  Dg combats that assertion by way of a metronome strategy.  Repeating the request’s  feathering  stims into the process as needed .  “97.3 please”  chin tap and repeat,  next up “97.3 please” chin tap, hand flap, repeat.  The final Chorus goes like this “97.3 PLEASE!” chin tap,  hand flap,  forehead slap, and repeat.  I don’t typically allow it to get to the final chorus.  Dg (Like most women) feels the need to tell me how to drive.  I should add.  I am a spectacular driver without help.    “Right please, Left please, Go fast!” ect. All of this of while continuing to employ her metronome strategy to ensure compliance.  But when we are really jammin  to “97.3 please”. She switches to implement the use of her ET pointer finger and then a smile. All the time with her infectious laughing and one word jokes.   The grand finale is seat dancing.  Something that I admit to willingly participate in.

 

 

These rides are not uncommon. In fact they are, everyday. And they are not specific to me.  I would estimate 3 to 6 rides a day.  So lets check our math,  people who feel sorry for me.  That means if nothing happens during a given day.  If its just a Blah grey day.  I am having fun a Minimum of 3 to 6 times.  And that is just for starters.

 

In order to have fun.  You have to have fun.  And what I mean by that,  is you have to participate.  Many of you may have a difficult time with the following image.  But I can really “kick it with my little hommie”.  Rarely does a day go by that I can not be found “bustin a move” to “I know you want it” or “What the fox say” (hate that song).  In my opinion.  There is no way that can not be fun.

She likes to run from one end of the house flapping her arms and laughing wildly.  If that is what she wants to do,,, I’m in.  She has never really been an exceptional chaser. Although she is a pretty respectable escaper.   But guess what?  I am a good chaser.  I eventually will snatch her up, pin her down, and tickle the crap out of Dg.  If she is going to flop down on my lap,  She is getting the Gillywackers.

 

20130810_172739When the weather is good.  We will run up and down the drive,  across the yard, and roll around in the grass.  We do go to the parks.  But that has is its own storys.  When its time to swim,  Get out of here,,…Its On like Donkey Kong.

 

 

 

 

 

The thing about Dg and I would expect many kids who fall on the spectrum.  Often they don’t engage in typical play.  Other children are hesitant to engage her,  And her attempts to solicit them are often not received as intended.   But she has the energy of any child.  At times maybe more.   And she wants (I think) to interact with someone.  Often I am lucky enough to be that person.  While there are obvious differences in how she interacts with others.  She still wants that plural play.  We all do.

 

 When Dg  is not finding a release for her energy it tends to display itself in more challenging behaviors.   Both at home and School. These behaviors increase as her pent up energy does.  It is compounded this time of year when outside is just more difficult to do.  We do go out and play in the snow.  But that involves properly dressing.  It involves her staying properly dressed.  And the fact is bundled up stumbling around in the freezing cold is just not everyone’s cup O tea.   I can’t empathize this enough.  It involves her staying properly dressed

 

 

But what I think is lost on many What people may not consider.  This is fun.  It is extremely fun.  Really it probably borders on me being selfish.  If there is crap happening at work.  Or problems elsewhere.  This is what picks me up out of the dirt.  And I don’t even have to admit,  I am doing this because I had a bad day.  I can use Dg as my excuse.  “I have to entertain her now”

 

My advice is this.  If you are a parent,  an aid, a teacher, or care giver.  Allow yourself to have some fun.  If they run,  chase and tickle,  If they dance,  dance. If they stim.  Give it a shot.  Please don’t sit on the bench and watch them play alone.  Get out there and have some fun yourself.  It is instant fun,  Its free fun, and its fun.  Playing with Dg is therapeutic for me.  If your feeling old, fat, slow, or bald.  Find yourself an Autistic kid.  they’ll make you feel better about that.  If you are struggling trying to get through to them on a particular day. Take a break and play,  It may open the door for you.  I believe it is the fountain of youth.  

grandpaandDg

Its good for you, us, me.  To do something that is good for them.

 

Rock on

Gillywacker

 

Ps As I write this Dg overflows the bathroom sink causing a cascade of water into my basement office.  Sooo much fun this girl is.  It’s “party all the time” around here.

 

First Blog. About the blog

I love to write.  I have to write.   My mind becomes burdened with scenario’s, possibilities and the like.  At time’s I need to purge.  And at the end the day start with a clean slate of new dreams, and disasters. Parenting and Special needs parenting are typically the most purge worthy thoughts I have.  So expect a lot of that.

 

My blog.  Will reference my own youth.  That statement is really just an excuse to allow me to talk about something this blog is Not about.  That’s grammar. Mine sucks.  I got it,  Move on please.  Its also not about politics or religion.  I believe much of both these things are less about including others.  And more about excluding them.   My blog is really a story about me.  I hope at some point the kids can write there own stories. I dont think it’s my place to imply I can write that for them.   I have done the things I have,  out of the selfish desire to leave a legacy.  To end my journey through life thinking that I have done right by my children.  I hope the blog can entertain and help be at least a small light for parents and special needs parents.

 

I was not a particularly good kid myself.  Nor a good young adult for that matter.  In spite of having great parents of my own.  So some of the blog will be about me evolving into my image of a dad.

 

Having kids changes a person.  At least it changed me.  All I want  for my kids is to be happy healthy and wise.  I want for them, a path that allows them to be the people they enjoy being.  I want to provide them with the tools they need.  And maybe most of all.  I want them to have an easy smile.

 

Being my first blog entry I am not really sure the proper way to begin.  My casual passion is about having fun with things that aren’t typically considered fun. Its the spark of fun that hides.   I see it with well placed irony and sarcasm. Or in the laugh / cry moments.   I revel in making fun of people and things in a way that they also, can find the humor in “The high road of humor”.  I believe with all my heart and soul that family should be fun.  And at times fun has to be worked for.  Sure there are times in a family when there is, “poop on a wall”.  But hey,  even that can be funny in time. Lets face it there are only two ways a person can handle “Poop on the wall”

  1. “POOP IS ON THE WALL ARGGGGGHHHHH!”
  2. Or “Hey,  Guess what I found on the wall?”

I also hope to enlighten from time to time. To share some of the more formal parent / special need parent training I have acquired.  I will speak about what ” I have had success” with.  That does not mean I am remotely an expert.  Just what worked for us.    I will breech a couple of “soap box” topics.  And you may even find me on a rant occasionally.

 

I am writing for fun.  I do fantasize that the blog may evolve into a source of income that would allow me to work from home and devote more time to special needs causes, my kids, and also to have cool car’s, get hair implants and have fantastic tropical vacations .  But for now at least.  Its just that, a fantasy.

 

My second and more studied passion is special needs and parenting in general.

 

 

Sooo Cool

Sooo Cool

My son, Code name Green,  is a NT (Nero-typical) 13 year old.

tarzan2

How can you be mad at Tarzan

And much like myself at his age already “Know’s it all” .  We keep pictures of him from his baby years through toddler, hung on the walls.

They keep him from being duct taped to a chair or sold to Gypsies.   Rarely does a day pass that I don’t come across a felony avoiding picture.    Although I have found that if I take the time like any good parent.  And listen, really listen.  Using all the techniques like “Active listening” getting on his level and such.  I find that he is almost completely impossible to talk to.  I think his goal in life is being “Green hoodie wearing man”  I can explain to him it’s 100 deg f out.  “wearing the hoodie”  In the pool?  “wearing the hoodie”  Core temps?, Body odor?, ect.  “wearing the hoodie”. He has a secondary goal of confusing us into submission I.E.  “I couldn’t clean my room,  because you kept nagging me to clean my room”.   One of our favorite activities is trying to scare one another.  Yes probably not the most well thought out thing I have ever done.  But it’s such a rush when his little knees fold and he tries to force his feet to run.   He, like his father (me) is clearly ADHD.  And I know many parents say “we don’t want to medicate our kids.”  Believe me when I say the choices were that, or restraints.  It is also my understanding (from people who know) that the apple did not roll far from the tree.  More on him throughout the blog.

 

My daughter is the sweetest, most cutest 11 year old in the world,  Ever,

Daddy's girl

Daddy’s girl

 

who also happens to be Autistic.  Although it is not completely clear.  I would say she falls somewhere in the middle, of the middle, of the center, of the spectrum.  When you think of Autism and traits associated with that.  She has most,  if not all.  Because of this she has many labels.  From ASD to MR and then there is my personal favorite label “Daddies Girl”.   Ironically it appears that one of the most challenging things ever in my life.  Is also the most rewarding.  Autism is a part of who she is.  And the truth is I would miss her quirks if they were gone.  I would miss her look when I stand at the threshold of her doorway.  Looking at her angelic face holding the last blade from the ceiling fan in her hands.  I had watched her from my car outside her window tear off the fan blade as she jumped from the dresser,,,, to the bed (across the room).  And yes this was completed one blade at a time. At this point I,  of course am Obligated to say.   “No more jumping and tearing off fan blades!” 🙁  My guess is that the fan was causing some sensory issues.  And she handled it herself.  Much like she handles a lightly loose tooth herself.    I would also miss her random one word joke’s like “Cheeseburger!” that bring us endless joy and laughter.  Or her random dance moves.  If I were to make a wish,  and change something.  It would only be that joy, happiness, and success come easy for her.

 

My wife and I are more like supervisors or managers.  We have a functional working relationship.  In all likelihood I will not talk to much about that on the blog.  And I think there are several legitimate reasons for that.  First,  she can read.  Second, we occasionally disagree.  Third, she can read.  So in my best effort to keep the peace.  I will not talk much on that subject.  Other than to acknowledge that due to the travel requirements of my real job.  Much of her time is spent basically,  being a single parent of a teen and a special needs child.  Not a small task by anyone’s definition.

 

On to the soup and potato’s of the blog.

 

What is a GillyWacker?  I don’t know who invented the term.  My dad taught it to me and it goes something like this:  Head Thinker,  Eye’s Seeier,  Nose Smeller,  Mouth Eater,  Chin Chopper,,,,,,,,,,,,GillyWWWWWWWWWWacker! wildly tickling whoever is the intended victim.  I believe my daughter currently holds the world record for most Wackered.  When you understand that.  You understand that GillyWacker is never far from my mind or my heart.