May 14, 2011

What happens in Vegas comes back home with you

Filed under: austism,the child,travel — jennifer @ 1:29 pm

At least what happens to ME in Vegas comes home with me, in this case, it is two pairs of shoes from Zappos and a couple of things from Bloomingdales because they don’t ship to Canada.  We leave tomorrow.  Mark and I have been trying to declutter, donating things to The Goodwill, boxes of books, bags of clothing.  We do it all so my mom doesn’t go apoplectic from the disarray of our home while she is staying at our house babysitting Charlotte. My Mom would be happy being a monk living with a chair and a bed and no belongings. She does not understand why we have so much stuff. Particularly why I have so many shoes? Who questions shoes? Mark collects stamps, they are just smaller and harder to notice.

It is cooling off in Vegas, so our poolside dreams may be dashed. I guess we will just sit in a lounge chair in our long pants with my nose buried in my Kindle. Ok, we may play some slots and I may already have booked a coconut facial (I will let you know).

Charlotte’s school did a version of A Midsummer Nights Dream, we went to go see it last night. It was produced by a theatre group in the city, they take one school, and in one week they have a performance. Many kids play the same character and they say their lines (supposedly) in unison. It was adorable and funny and occasionally hard to hear, but you cannot go wrong with Shakespeare and a little Lady Ga Ga music thrown in. I was skeptical of Charlotte’s participation in the production. I didn’t think she would be comfortable on a stage WITH other people, saying WORDS in FRONT of other people, but turns out my wee shy, socially awkward, language delayed child is a budding thespian. She knew every single line (that wasn’t a surprise because she is a visual learner), but she danced, she twirls and she put spells on other characters with a flourish that was over the top awesome for Puck. I almost cried. Mark and I were flabbergasted. She was so comfortable, so free. She would tell us nothing of her lines or what she was doing in the play ahead of time, so it was a huge surprise and a welcome one. When certain successes come so slowly, seeing her so radiant on stage was nothing short of remarkable. My pictures are crap, more proof I need to take a course in photography, read a book, or kidnap an expert to help me out.

Thanks Charlotte.




  1. I love that she had such great success on stage. Get her is a theater group! Sounds like that’s her comfort zone!

    Comment by Headless Mom — May 15, 2011 @ 12:11 am

  2. How wonderful! But I would have experienced the most joy by watching you watch her. xo

    Comment by Amy — May 15, 2011 @ 1:09 pm

  3. Amy, that is because you are as sweet as sugar pie!

    Comment by jennifer — May 15, 2011 @ 1:22 pm

  4. I am not surprised by her success on stage. I am incredibly socially awkward, but I loved performing. Perhaps there is a future for her in theater, at least to help her get out of her shell sometimes. She is, by the way, adorable.

    Comment by A. Sprout — May 16, 2011 @ 7:14 am

  5. She is a doll. Hooray Charlotte!

    Comment by Rhi — May 17, 2011 @ 12:59 pm

  6. How wonderful for Charlotte. Hope you enjoyed your trip!

    My kids do Missoula Children’s Theater here. It’s very similar (maybe the same as there? They travel all over the world.) and they love it. It’s amazing how much they learn in that one short week, huh?

    Comment by mamalang — May 23, 2011 @ 8:50 am

  7. Hooray for Charlotte!
    I am not surprised- I work with children on the spectrum. What is so anxiety provoking is the unpredictability of life and social interaction with other people (especially children). Whereas a play has a script that is not only a concrete visual of what you need to say, but also what OTHER people are going to say and do.

    Comment by s.a. — May 27, 2011 @ 12:37 am

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