ImaWestie

Raising little Westies, and life as parent of a special needs son

Monthly Archives: July 2011

Real bloggingness

I am here gently touching on the edge of the blogosphere. I’m a bit comfortable surfing on the edge of the tide, while my job is in a chaotic state, but already I notice good things.

Like if you add ASD to a google search for Collingwood… you end up here! Well, within the first dozen or so links anyway. Or if not here, at Autism United! God bless JAFL, and Magpie, for the weirdity that is google pagerankings.

Which is A Good Thing®©(TM).

I’ve created a facebook page (still a WIP). And I’m trying to work out where to host imawestie.com, or imawestie.com.au, or something. I don’t know if that will end up on wordpress, or google, or… somewhere.

And other than flanno shirts, or bogan acessories… well, what’s a website like that going to be for? But not till at least August. From then on, anything goes. Kids, Bec, and work, willing.

Gently, gently I am pushing myself further out from my comfort zone. Writing more. Writing, no matter what. I guess I’ll be needing pictures, or videos, or something, next.

So FiJo, and Val, and especially Nicole who dragged me into this idea. Thanks to Felicity Moore , and Sacha Molitorisz too – for getting me online, talking about being a parent, before I knew I had anything like a problem to talk about (and to Felicity, for showing me that there is content for a parents website in Australia – I just gotta do the Dads one now). Thanks. I hope this can keep moving on. I hope I keep hitting these keys and just keep writing.

You all know I define my own success. I don’t need #TIGERBLOOD to be #WINNING. So my success will be:

  1. Getting a real domain name.
  2. Getting that domain name into the first few results on google.
  3. Writing. At least once a week. Ideally though, in advance… so I can have the article waiting for the clock to tick over.
  4. Making this thing pay for my hobby. Which might mean more non autsie stuff showing up or something? I mean I am a geek, a commuting cyclist in Sydney, a former army reservist, a wet shaver and aspiring honemeister (which reminds me I need to get those stones out of that box and sharpen that razor….)
  5. But most importantly. Being in touch with more people, who help me with all my kids… spectrummy, challenged, otherwise abled, or just as they are.

That looks like enough of a list for now. It might have to be bumped to its own page so I don’t lose it. But now I’ve written it, I can hold myself to it.

Thanks to my spectrummy parenting community, for giving me a direction to go in.

Fireside moments

There’s just something about a fire. Fire brings people together, and gets to the core of being a bloke.

Over the weekend we had a pretty full day lined up – footy, too far away to get to, then another game of footy, lunch and a post-lunch get-together with some kids footy friends. The kind of day any autistic kid could be excused for not handling at all.In all, a massive first weekend for the school holidays (which have arrived just in the snotty nick of time).

That’s right, we were taking our little autsie off to a whole new place. A private house. Where there are… let’s just say more than a comfortable number of people sharing what us Westies would say was a house on the smaller side of the scale. Incredibly, the multi-generational thing just works for J & her family. I don’t know how they manage it, and truth be told I’m not too keen on experimenting to see if it would work for us! Something tells me that the house would become dramatically smaller if we were to throw an autistic 5 year old into the mix.

As luck would have it, the youngest boy there just adores Bob the Builder’s biggest ever fan. He hasn’t stopped to notice the whole autism thing, or to have to meet the gap between ignorance & intolerance – he still accepts that “people are different“. The Magpie, and Princess P, are likeable enough to fit into any gathering and showed that to be the case again.

But all parties need a theme. And this barbeque kept coming back to “the fire”.

They had, for whatever reason, done the kind of household cleanup normally reserved for an episode of Hoarders. But there was a fair bit of stuff left behind. Apparently this was reason enough for a bonfire in the back yard… no, it wasn’t that big, let’s stop at a “fire” (we did a reasonable job of restraining it to fit inside a wheelbarrow they no longer wanted).

If you think the kids were fascinated, you’re right, but UG! it was nothing on the blokes (myself included of course!). What could we chuck on there? How much better is a marshmallow once it’s been toasted – and why? Why is that wood burning so much better than this, and who on earth put those pieces on there in such a thoughtless way… they should go like THIS!

Still, something at that party must have clicked. Because our few extra kids managed to stay under the radar all night, even when they were shooting arrows at the host, or zooming around on ride-on cars which – lets face it – were never intended for a five year old. Autistic or otherwise!

Here’s hoping, there are more fireside moments in the offing.

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