Well, I’m doing some trials this weekend. Pizza crust last night, yeast-free sandwich bread today.
I’ll start sharing recipes once I get them to the point of pride. 
Pizza was actually quite good, I just want to work a bit on the texture before I share.
When Emily scripts, she usually uses the exact tone of voice/inflection the person/character she learned it from used. That’s pretty standard for scripting behavior, I think.
So, today, I discovered she does something else… accents.
She is currently scripting from Peppa Pig, and is pronouncing “George” with Peppa’s British accent. Hee hee.
What’s really funny is she has family members named George, so it’s not like that’s her only source of the name.
I guess it sounds like a different name to her. There’s the name George, then there’s Peppa’s little brother, British-style George.
Emily is currently in an epsom salt and baking soda bath, soaking away the day’s yuckies.
I set her toy giraffe up on the side of the tub, and he fell in the water. I said, “oh no, I’m sorry Mr. Giraffe!”
Emily looks down at him, then says, “he’s okay.”
Hee hee hee.
I’ll write more about it soon (after I’ve had some sleep), but for now, I’ll just say it went well.
Emily’s teacher really seems to care about her. It’s very sweet. The whole team is very dedicated to truly helping her reach goals.
Also, I discovered the lady I’ve pretty much bonded with at the school gate during drop-off and pick-up is going to be Emily’s Kindergarten teacher. Yay! Emily seems to like her, too, so awesome. Ahead of the game!
From the Autism Society of America:
One of the most devastating myths about children with autism is that they cannot show affection. While sensory stimulation is processed differently in some children, they can and do give affection. However, it may require patience on the parents’ part to accept and give love in the child’s terms.
Thank you, Autism Society! I spent two years having concerns about Emily, while people gave, “but, she’s affectionate” as a reason why she “couldn’t” have Autism. *sigh*
A few minutes later, DH got in the car to go to lunch with us, and it was, “I, the amazing Daddy!”
I’ve said a lot of “I wish…,” “I hope” and “I pray” lately. I thought I’d make a list.
Maybe some will come true and I’ll be able to remind myself where we started from.
I wish/hope/pray…
It’s called “What We Do.” It lists things like Emily’s dietary restrictions, supplements, treatments, etc.
Two HUGE things…
