I posted this to Facebook yesterday: [I had a gift card for Barnes and Noble and the kids were excited about these "1000 facts about...(different topics)" books so I said we could go get them after school. Stockton had a HUGE flaming freakout because I told him we were there for books, not toys, and it was literally 20 minutes of me being calm and collected and trying to safely get us out of the store while holding Claire and shepherding a screaming, crying, flailing Stockton, sweating my buns off and not making eye contact with anyone. It's interesting to watch other people react...one worker and one older lady separately came over and genuinely wanted to help, which was nice, but you can feel the stares and judgement from other people. I'm glad that I have thick skin and it doesn't bother me and that I don't feel the need to tell everyone why he's freaking out or that he has autism, but it still makes me sad that our outings and opportunities are lim...
Austin, Jessie, Natalie, Stockton, Jack, and Claire (and Mario!)