{"id":386,"date":"2014-11-02T12:01:51","date_gmt":"2014-11-02T12:01:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/twinmommeetsautism.com\/?p=386"},"modified":"2014-11-02T12:01:51","modified_gmt":"2014-11-02T12:01:51","slug":"pants-on-and-ready-to-go","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/twinmommeetsautism.com\/index.php\/2014\/11\/02\/pants-on-and-ready-to-go\/","title":{"rendered":"Pants on and ready to go &#8211; the &#8220;H&#8221; words that made it so"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/twinmommeetsautism.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/Will-pants-with-Vickie-RESIZED-10-28-14.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-387\" alt=\"Will pants with Vickie RESIZED 10-28-14\" src=\"http:\/\/twinmommeetsautism.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/Will-pants-with-Vickie-RESIZED-10-28-14.jpg\" width=\"1224\" height=\"1632\" \/><\/a>Hooray, at least on Tuesday.\u00a0 W. wore long pants during a neighborhood walk!\u00a0 thanks to the miraculous intervention of our most wonderful skills trainer.\u00a0\u00a0 She made it a choice &#8211; either your wear those tennis shoes you really don&#8217;t want, OR you get pants on in order to get your Crocs which oh by the way you left in the basement instead of bringing them where they belong.\u00a0 How wonderful the basement is the usual path out the door to a neighborhood walk.<\/p>\n<p>Unfortunately I couldn&#8217;t replicate the miracle the rest of the week, nor could school which I promptly alerted.\u00a0 But that&#8217;s OK.\u00a0 He walked down the path toward half-normalcy once, and lo and behold, those\u00a0Crocs are in the same place yet again this morning.\u00a0\u00a0Here on\u00a0the\u00a0&#8220;Fall Back&#8221; end of Daylight Savings time today gave me an hour to blog, bake bread and drink coffee, not necessarily in that order, everything seems doable.\u00a0 It&#8217;s presently 39 degrees Fahrenheit here on a rainy Sunday morning in the Boston suburbs and\u00a0I&#8217;m not sure I can rally the family rallied to do what I really want &#8211; hike &#8211;\u00a0with 45 mph winds forecast at the base of the peaks, let alone the summits.\u00a0\u00a0 So we&#8217;ll be likely be off to church shortly, meaning I have a perfect opportunity to incentivize the W. man to get warm pants on &#8211; and if it fails, well, those Christians get to practice their non-judgmental attitudes yet again.<\/p>\n<p>But wait.\u00a0\u00a0I just whispered the H. word to the hubby &#8211; &#8220;hiking&#8221; &#8211; and the light in his eye sparked as did mine.\u00a0 It&#8217;s been three weeks since we last were on the trails and I&#8217;m sooooooo missing the release and the sustenance of the mountains.\u00a0 We drove north yesterday but by the time we got halfway the rains began and it didn&#8217;t seem fun or prudent to embark, and with only a few hours or daylight left.\u00a0 -Hiking today most clearly would give us an opportunity to drive the pants agenda as the winds wouldn&#8217;t be safe unless exposed skin was covered.\u00a0 OK the wind have just howled here. Yeah I know the H word is pretty impractical.<\/p>\n<p>Beyond Hooray, and the treasuring of small milestones, another &#8220;H&#8221; word &#8211; &#8216;hope&#8217; &#8211; comes to mind.\u00a0 How much of this journey in parenting a special child relies on a massive dose of believing, trusting and hoping you will endure the yucky moments, and finally near your goal.\u00a0 For me, much of that is learning\u00a0 that &#8220;help&#8221; is just as important an H word I don&#8217;t use nearly as much as I should &#8211; when events like this show me it&#8217;s less a sign of weakness and more often the smarter choice.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hooray, at least on Tuesday.\u00a0 W. wore long pants during a neighborhood walk!\u00a0 thanks to the miraculous intervention of our most wonderful skills trainer.\u00a0\u00a0 She made it a choice &#8211; either your wear those tennis shoes you really don&#8217;t want, OR you get pants on in order to get your Crocs which oh by the [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-386","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/twinmommeetsautism.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/386","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/twinmommeetsautism.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/twinmommeetsautism.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/twinmommeetsautism.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/twinmommeetsautism.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=386"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/twinmommeetsautism.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/386\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/twinmommeetsautism.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=386"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/twinmommeetsautism.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=386"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/twinmommeetsautism.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=386"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}