PSA: Plymouth Pilgrims, not Boston Puritans

The Pilgrims that sailed on the Mayflower did not wear the stereotypical black accented with buckles.

Pilgrim adults and children wore bright solid colors since their religion did not object to colorful clothing. They had many dyes so that red, green, beige, burgundy, blue, violet, as well as brown and black were worn.

from Pilgrim Clothing.

This blog post brought to you by someone who would be a right stickler if she ever got to make SCA garb again.

I think it’s time to watch Colonial House, haven’t seen it in several years.

yer late fer Mass agin!

An eternal criticism here. Sean and Gilbert went this week, a bit late. Sean and I have to tag-team Mass because we haven’t found anyplace that can work for Bede. I wonder if we will, or if it will just be how we do it until he’s a bit older.

It’s a difficult thing, autism and quiet pursuits. My Church compels me to go to Mass every Sunday and holy day, and I don’t get there very often anymore. I spent the last dozen times we went as a family in the church parking lot, walking laps with an autistic yelly boy and a (heavy) baby in the sling. There was nowhere for us to go. Bede is too big for the cry room* and lasted in the sanctuary for about 3 minutes.

When we went to Latin Mass at St. John Cantius in Chicago it was gloriously noisy. The whole place was packed, on a regular day in Ordinary Time. There were people waiting in line for confession during Mass, and at least two slightly unhappy babies making noise at all times. We fit right in there. Even with an autistic yelly boy, we’d have been just fine.

But here I just don’t know. I talked with my friend about it a while back, and she suggested a certain church in Midwest City, east of here. Apparently the priest there was open to a “special needs Mass.” I think that’s a really great idea, but we need Mass every week, and we’d much rather be welcomed and included, in a non-intrusive way, than given our own special Mass. Another priest at the church we used to attend told us that the earlier Mass was much noisier than the late morning one we had been attending. It would take some work to get everyone happily out the door in time for a 9AM Mass on the other side of town, but we should probably give it a shot.

It’s difficult. Bede has no social filter and not much language, so when he doesn’t like something he is very loud. And when he does like something he’s loud. He needs an adult giving him all the attention to be able to do something like that, to not bolt, or fling hymnals, take off all his clothes etc. That leaves Sean with five other children, one a ten-month-old. Not feasible, really.

I guess we’ll keep waiting.

*For my readers unfamilliar with the term, a cry room is a small room, usually pretty soundproofed, with a view of Mass and an audio speaker so you can hear the priest. It’s intended for parents and kids under about 3-4, I’d say. I haven’t ever been to a Protestant church but I’m told that usually kids too young to sit relatively quietly through the service are in the nursery. Some Catholic churches have nurserys but it’s far fromĀ  universal, especially given how many kids Catholics have. It’s certainly not unusual at all to see many, many small children in the church during Mass.

busy, busy

I’ve been so busy! I had several friends encounter trials last week and I was trying in my small way to be a help. Whew. I think today I have a chance to take a breath.

So!

I’m told some of you thought my brief protected post (now gone) was because I’m pregnant. I’M NOT! Besides, don’t you know I am unable to keep any secret like that for longer than it takes to get to the computer from the bathroom. Gee whiz.

I’m working on Christmas knitting. I may get Sean’s sweater done, but I doubt it. However I am finally, after I think 7 tries, delighted with the project as it stands and look forward to knitting it. I kept trying OPP (what are you implying? that means Other People’s Patterns!) but you know me. I am unable to knit anything as written. So once I committed to having to write the whole thing myself, and did it, I am in love.

Gloria says “Mama!” I know that’s not momentous or anything, but she is the first of my many children to say my ‘name’ as her first word. I am besotted. She’s also standing briefly without support, and eating anything she can get her little mitts on.

Trixie is copying anything that Gilbert does, even when it makes no sense. And tells us “No! I NOT BE QUIET! YOU BE QUIET! SHHH!” I think she is the most like me as a child…

Gilbert is between the world of Little and Big. Four is hard on a four year old. His imaginative play and plot development have exploded in the last month or so, but most days he is upset because he feels too big for the littles and too little for the bigs.

Bede is so delightfully flexible these days! Such a change from the boy he was a year ago or so. When things don’t happen like he wants, he either gets upset and gets over it or, and this is huge, thinks of a solution. It is wonderful. We can watch movies as a family on the television now, among other things.

I planned to tell you of the big girls too but Gloria fell down and wants to nurse. Faith and Abby are both well, and I’ll give details later. Ta!

puppy love

Just like our next President, I want a dog.

We kept our neighbor’s Italian Greyhound for the day when we found him on our front porch, shivering, and they weren’t home. His name is Simon, and he’s so sweet and darling. (And fragile, so not the breed for us.) We’re not strangers to dogs – we used to have a Toy Fox Terrier named Gabe. Gabe was my dog when I met Sean, but he never adjusted to the kids. He got weirder and weirder with every added child and now he lives with my parents and their poodle, Monet. We see him at least once a week and he is a much happier little dude over there.

Anyway.

We need someone

  1. friendly
  2. sturdy
  3. healthy

Side benefits that would be nice

  1. minimal stinkage (no hound dogs please, you are cute but you are so smelly)
  2. smart but not utterly obsessed (no border collies *sob*)
  3. easy care coat, washing and brushing only preferred

Of course, all of this is hypothetical since our lease prohibits pets, but we’ll be moving soon. I don’t want a little puppy but I don’t mind an older one, at least 6 months. I think I most want an adult dog though. My first thought is breed rescue then shelter dogs – the only reason those aren’t reversed is because rescue dogs have usually been in a foster home long enough to get a good idea of their temperament.

So what breeds should I look for, in your humble opinions?

tie dye!

Going to do some scrunch dye shirts tonight! I bought a whole bunch of blanks from Dharma Trading Company and I’m pretty excited about it. I have about six colors of dye this time too. Yay!

I’ll post pictures when I’m done, of course.

Stop Jenny!

Found via Autism Vox: http://stopjenny.com

Good luck with that. I think she’s unstoppable. She bugs me with how she makes life with autism seem to be a fate worse than death. It’s not.

It’s actually quite good.

ETA: In the interest of full disclosure I’ll remind my readers that we delay and selectively vaccinate.

FURTHER EDIT: And Bede was diagnosed as autistic at age 4 and had received no vaccinations.

Closing Logos wiki

I was trying to find the name of that book Bre liked so much, Melissa #2, about PBS? And I found this site which is awesome!

http://www.closinglogos.com

They have all the station idents and studio logos you can think of, and they include the ‘scare factor’ for each one. I thought I was the only one creeped out by that kind of thing.

Bede loves station idents and studio logos almost as much as he loves fonts. He’s been reproducing them as well. So far he’s right on track for a career with his daddy in graphic design. He makes a mean PBS P-head – complete with intoning, “This is PBS.”

bulleted

A list of tasks

  • install battery backup/surge protector for router and modem
  • which requires some dusting and decluttering
  • wash dishes
  • talk on phone for at least an hour to Tabitha
  • flip sofa cover
  • help Faith bind off her hat she knit
  • fold the laundry and put it up
  • dinner?
  • for that matter, lunch?
  • attempt to fix broken DVD player
  • give up in disgust
  • get other DVD player that has no remote
  • petulantly crumple up directions to universal remote
  • shove entire mess in Sean’s lap when he gets home

toilet thoughts

Bede’s still at it. He’s far from perfect, or consistent, but he’s really doing great.

Dawn asked if it was bittersweet, or if I was just so glad he’s using the potty. Dawn, to be completely honest I guffawed when I read that. He’s been peeing and pooping everywhere in the house for the last two and a half years since he learned how to remove his clothes and diapers, and yours truly has been cleaning it up. He went through a lengthy phase of throwing poop on the ceiling, too. (SOOOO NOT A GOOD TIME. Ahem.) So no, I am not in the least bit anything but 100% thrilled.

Jennifer said she felt a little jealous. Jennifer, I have felt jealous of you guys and Zane’s communication and his relative calmness compared to Bede. I think the lesson here is don’t compare auties. Bede has gotten this because of Gilbert, I’m pretty sure.

Everyone – thanks for your support and well wishes.

What was that book…?

I read the What was that book? community at Livejournal. Anyone can post what they remember of a book they can’t remember the title of, and anyone can post what book they think it is. It’s the sort of thing the Internet excells at, you know? There’s an unspoken informal competition going on to be the first to correctly identify a book*, and I’ve had several where I knew the book instantly but was not the first to post, consarn it.

But today I got my first FOUND!

Yay me!

It’s the little things that make a day, you know.

*Having worked in a bookstore really gives one an edge, but mine is dulled by the intervening years – I haven’t kept up with genres I don’t habitually read.

Pattern for Abby’s sunshine sweater

Heidi asked for the pattern for Abby’s sunshine sweater. It’s a seamless bottom-up raglan sweater, and they are incredibly rewarding and simple to knit. My third completed project ever was a bottom-up raglan sweater for toddler Bede. Anyway, the pattern is available in the excellent book, Knitting without Tears by Elizabeth Zimmermann and also online in Knitty Winter 2004.

I really recommend the Zimmermann book, or any of her books really. She will change the way you think about knitting, in a good way.