NOW SHE DROPS HER DRAWERS!
She loves the sensory of smoothing out her diaper, then slowly closing her legs and watching the diaper crinkle up; then smoothing out the diaper again. She does all this in slow motion. It's a ritual; a stim; it's annoying; it's autism. You can't always figure out why these kids do what they do. Some times, it's fascinating watching and wondering; and some times it's just plain irritating because it's different...AND BECAUSE...
IF YOU KNOCKED ON MY DOOR THESE DAYS,
THIS IS WHAT YOU'D WALK INTO:
One with her pants down to her ankles, shuffling around the house, and one with her sunglasses on (even on rainy days and dark nights) and socks pulled up as high as they'll go! On 2 different ocassions (how do you spell that word, the more I look at it, it looks wrong and no matter what I come up with, it doesn't look right?!),..anyway, on 2 different "whatevers" I heard both Derek and Allie say out loud, "She's not going out of the house w/ her socks like that, is she?" You'd think they'd be used to what's not normal; sheesh, I mean, Eliza leaves both Barney and Pooh home now and just carries a diaper with her EVERYWHERE we go. I laugh now because I don't even need to make sure that I have a spare diaper in my purse, Eliza carries her own!
So, Zoloft days 3, 4...up to 7 now, have continued as well as days 1 and 2. Eliza's teachers have been equally pleased with her focus, vocalization, returned useage of signing and participating in social play. That doesn't mean that Eliza is no longer autistic as demonstrated by the photo above (lol), uh really?
And in case you're wondering, yes, I do pull her pants back up constantly (so does Derek, Allie and Ava). She nods her head at me when I pull them up and say the words "pants up"; then she waits for me to walk away and pulls them back down. Right after I took that photo of Eliza trying to get juice from the fridge, she heard Barney come on the tv and took off in a run only to forget that her pants were down and SPLAT, she fell. That didn't stop her though from getting up and shuffling along as fast as she could. It was one of the funniest things I've seen in a long time.
So, here's two pictures of my smiling beauties. Tho Eliza's picture reminds me of a Whoopie Goldberg mask that my brother had one year at a family get together. My dad had put it on and was riding one of the kids' bikes around and it is still a picture that makes me laugh out loud when I see it. But any time I can get Eliza to actually look at the camera and smile on command is a prayer answered. So, thank you Zoloft. The sleeplessness still continues, however, and I'm waiting for that prayer to get answered or at least an understanding of why it's not getting answered!