Okay so, the yard is still mostly snow-covered. The driveway, though, is finally clear and yesterday afternoon Aliza decided she wanted to shoot some hoops with her dad. I was upstairs when they shoed up and went outside. I came down to find AJ jumping on the couch, looking out the window at his dad and sister in the driveway, yelling "Outside! Outside!"
So I said "do you want to go outside and play ball with dad and Aliza?"
"Duh, mom, that's what I'm yelling about here!" Is what a son of mine might have said, were his sarcasm gene not suppressed by Fragile X.
He gleefully helped put on some new shoes and out he went.
Zack sat in a chair with an iPad. He didn't even look up. For a few moments I was sad. Why was AJ developing and maturing by leaps and bounds, a little social butterfly, while Zack continued to sit back and be completely content to stay inside and be alone? Why couldn't we get Zack to break out of the autism bubble and roam free and happily like his brother?
I got right down in his face. "Zack, do you want to go play outside with everybody?"
He looked up at me. "Yeah," Zack replied. He didn't get up though.
I got his boots and he stuck his feet right out so I could put them on. He did get up out of the chair when he saw me coming with his jacket. Then he bounded outside just as excitedly as his brother had a few minutes earlier.
Interesting. He wasn't going to get up and tell me he wanted to go, but if asked, then sure! He wanted to go out, too.
I love the first-time-playing-outside-since-fall. Breaking the fever (cabin fever, that is) is so, so sweet.