So, The Boy has been away to stay with his cousins. I have barely spoken with him as he's been far too busy for the likes of me. I asked his cousins if they'd write a special blog about their time with him, and so here I am delighted to introduce a world premiere.. the very first guest blog (with a tiny bit of help from their Mum and Dad) ... Take it away!
This is a blog about when The Boy came to stay with us. There are two of us: The-Cousin-Who-Only-Eats-Sweets, she's seven years old. I'm eleven and I'm The-Cousin-Who-Loves-Being-Ginger.
As soon as our cousin arrived the x-box was set up in my bedroom. Me and him played a game. He was good and I couldn't beat him. Then my other cousin, The-Teen-Cousin-Who-Likes-Moustaches played with my mum and they beat him. He got beaten BY GIRLS!!! Girls were not allowed to play for the rest of the week.
The first night was when I needed to follow The Boy's bedtime routine. This was really easy because it meant brushing my teeth for three seconds and squirting toothpaste in the sink. I liked his bedtime routine a lot.
On Thursday The-Cousin-Who-Only-Eats-Sweets gave The Boy a sweet from her jar. She let him take the biggest one: a giant pair of fizzy fangs. She's never given me a sweet.
These are The-Cousin-Who-Only-Eat-Sweets three favourite moments:
1. The time I slept in The Boy's room to keep him company when The-Cousin-Who-Loves-Being-Ginger went away for one night.
2. The Boy always eating loads of bags of Quavers from the machine at the swimming pool.
3. When he fell out of the hammock and just laughed his head off.
These are my three favourite moments:
1. Watching The Boy drive a powerboat on the river.
2. When The Boy gave me a massive hug at the cinema when I cried.
3. When he keeps saying “that’s just rude!” in his cockney accent.
It has been a brilliant week having my cousin stay with us on his own and we hope it will happen every year. The very best bit was when we all went swimming and we had a competition to see who could float the longest and ages after everyone else had given up he just kept on floating... and that is when The Boy became A Buoy!!
This blog is about bringing up The Boy. He's 12 years old and autistic. It's written by The Dad. It's my words, my view. Other people will think differently and have different opinions. Good.