Beach Life (of Reilly)

We’ve had a lovely day at the beach.  I made some observations about Reilly today.

  1. It doesn’t matter whether you are playing a beach based sport such as footy, cricket or rounders Reilly will sit on your goalpost, move your wickets and throw your ball in the sea.
  2. Reilly will enter any beach tent shade thing without consent and have a lie down.
  3. Reilly will claim any bucket and spade as his own despite small children’s wails of discontent. He gives no shits when I say Reilly that’s not yours, in-fact it encourages him to run faster.
  4. Reilly will join your BBQ without an invitation and will eat any bread type food you have kicking about, he is also partial of a slurp of random pop left unattended.
  5. Reilly will attempt to mount your body board or surf board regardless of whether you are on it or not.
  6. Reilly gives not one f@ck about any of it.  Oh to be that free.

Great day rounded off with some chips and an icecream.  Met some lovely  adults today who were intrigued by him.  Their kids and grandkids not so much haha.

Love him.

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1st meltdown of the year!

Let’s go to the park and the beach he says (Shane).  It’ll be fine it’s not that cold, Ellis can ride his segway on the promenade we’ll get some chips.  Anyone who knows me knows i’m not outdoorsy.  A walk around Plessey Woods is more of a punishment to me than an jolly outing, I decided though you know new year new me let’s do it.

Wrong decision.

We just arrived at Blyth Park when the heavens opened.  That means nothing to my children though who seem to have no thermostat and will happily play outside in sub zero temperatures wearing shorts.  Reilly was unimpressed with the fact that everything was wet and did say urgh at every swing and slide we got to.

We ventured further along to Blyth Beach to get some chips only it was shut and was just as freezing.  Ellis’s segway travelled approximately 12 metres before conking out and had to be carried back to the car, equivalent of carrying a baby elephant.  Did manage some nice photographs though so the hell was worth it.  I’ll probably attempt in again maybe in July.

Onwards home and the kids want a McDonalds, that’s ok we can do that, not me (new year new me = NO Mcdonalds).  I was unaware of the thing that Reilly does when he is with Shane.  Basically you cannot touch his food or happy meal box, not at all.  He opens the box and then arranges the fodder on napkins.  What did I do?  Christ on a bike he screamed the place down.  Ellis was crying mortified by his  behaviour while I stare at the box I just opened which has now become extremely offensive to Reilly and I was actually scared to move it, pick it up or even look at it for fears of making the situation worse.

Eventually Shane went to the counter and bought another happy meal which Reilly opened and arranged like he wanted to with the first one and all calm was restored.  So strange.  Reilly doesn’t do this when he is with me but I suppose that is a classic example of flexibility of thought which is one of the main diagnostic criteria.  He does it that way with Shane and it can’t be done any other.

Home now but not Shane.  Reilly wouldn’t come in so he’s off walking the streets with him.  Poor Bugger.  Roll on Tuesday folks get them back to school.

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One boy and his dog

Strange thing happened when we were in Warrenpoint this week.  Myself and Reilly were playing on the beach while Shane and Ellis played football in the park across the way.

Reilly will happily stay on the beach as long as he’s allowed to or until he’s bordering on actually freezing.  A discarded yazoo milkshake bottle was his play thing for the beach and he sat for ages filling it with sand and pouring it over his toes.

He made a break for the water to fill up his bottle, me like an upside down turtle trying to get up and leg it after him with my dodgy plated ankle was a no hoper and out of nowhere appeared this dog.  It wouldn’t let Reilly near the water, Reilly would have gone straight in, no fear.  The dog kept standing in front of him and then rounding him like a sheep it was amazing to watch.  Whether the dog was a service dog or not I really don’t know, it had a collar but I never saw it’s owner the whole time I was there.  He/she hung about with us for about an hour.

I’ve toyed with the idea of an autism service dog for a long time and this settles the question for me.  The experience also prompted Reilly to try and say dog!

Anyone with information regarding trained service dogs please let me know.  I think they may be very expensive but when it comes to safety and companionship we’ll have to find it from somewhere.

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