Fumu and her family has now moved to a city known as... Pupupu City. It's quite a distance away from Pupupu Land but Pupupu is like Long Island, NY! Remember that!
Today is a very different type of day for our family. Last night we've moved into this apartment building, its only two stories tall and is very fancy and made out of bricks. it has pretty black railings and staircases to look at... We even have a small vegetable and flower garden!
I think Kirby will like it here eventually, but he has what many autistic people have... virtually unadaptable to change... there's a local park with lots of space and trees but let's talk about my baby brother...
Today is sunday and its early July, so we have a few more weeks til school starts, but still, you has to get up in the morning, don't you? So I came into Kirby's room and smiled, and took his blankey off him. He looked as peaceful as could be, after such a trip and hours of driving here in our van. He must be exhausted!
"Good morning, Kirby-Kun! Please wake up!" i said, and took him off his bed and onto his floor. "It's time to get dressed, Kirby!"
But all of a sudden, he looked very upset and scared! He lunged up at me and grabbed my hands with his little pink paws and tried to pull me towards himself, crying "ahhhuuUUUAAHHHhh! ahhh!" "Ouuchh!" i yelled.
Kirby even squeezed my hands, pulling me towards the ground before he landed on his back. Thankfully he's only 7 and his paws still aren't quite strong yet, which is a good thing in THIS case... Thankfully, Kirby calmed down as I picked him up off the floor and carried him to the bathroom to have him take a good bath and pretty clothes.
I don't know why he became so upset this time, in the morning he's usually quite calm and gets up on time (he even has an alarm clock). But given the fact Kirby has also development delays and isn't fully independent in clothing himself unlike healthy children his age, therefore requiring me to help get Kirby his clothes on, that could be a reason. Maybe it's the move We've recently made... it could be both!
"See these little yellow things? These are called buttons!" I told Kirby, buttoning his blue t-shirt for him. He took a very nice bubble bath and it's time to dress him up. Although Kirby's been smiling the whole time in the bathroom all morning, he frowned as i finished buttoning his shirt.
I gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder. "Please don't cry, Kirby. It's okay if you can't do buttons all by yourself."
I also put his socks and shoes on his feet and helped him put on his underwear and blue pants (no there not denim, he's unable to tolerate denim!).
I gave Kirby his favorite Blue hat with a yellow ribbon, and he put it on all by himself! I was amazed... he has always needed my help with this hat. "Your clothes remind me of the Swedish flag." I proudly told Kirby, looking at him in the mirror.
"Good job!" I said, rewarding him with praise for his good effort, gently clapping my hands. I felt (and feel) confident that someday Kirby will be able to do all this dressing by himself. He continues to amaze us...
It's now 7:00 am, and me and my family are about to enjoy a god breakfast! But for our first day here at our new home, while my dad Parm was still in bed, my mom Memu decided to make a special dish with fried eggs, bacon, kippers, sausage and even toast. My brother Bun was still asleep along with Parm.
As I helped out my mum with making such a tasty breakfast, Kirby looked quite fascinated by what was going on! I even let him put the bread into the toaster to make toast, and helped him to spread butter, jam and even Nutella on it...
"Whoops! Don't worry Kirby, it'll get washed up." I told him. As he was spreading jam on a slice of toast, he dropped the butterknife on the floor by accident. I picked it up and placed it into the dishwasher.
