We’ve been making a point to help Mason in this transition to his mainstreamed Kindergarten class. A big struggle thus far this year has been the lunch hour.
For centuries social interactions have occurred over food. Corporate meetings have been conducted over lunch, million dollar deals have been inked over drinks, and judging from the oversized bellies of some lawmakers, bills have been made into law, all over a common denominator: food.

Usually our weekends are packed full of things to do but this weekend was an exception. Nothing really on the agenda other than some fun and relaxation.
Here’s a quick recap:
Highlights

On Saturday morning I had the opportunity to attend another dads’ coffee group meeting, aside from my regular one, for a new group of guys that has started here in my city. Over the past couple of months since our Dallas Morning News story appeared, we have had a lot of interest from dads in the area looking to network and get together in a low key setting. Soon we’ll be spreading out to other cities to get other new groups started.

Give me an iPod and I can run for miles. Take it away and I’m bored after a mile or two and looking for better things to do like watching paint dry. Music can touch a range of feelings, bring inspiration, take us back to a time and place, and capture our undivided attention.
It can be a powerful tool, and it seems many on the spectrum closely associate with it.

6 days down…175 to go??
Like most of you, school started for us recently. Mason is now navigating his way in a mainstreamed class of typical kindergarteners and splitting time in his functional academics class.
Needless to say, last week was a stressful week…. (At least for us parents).
Rashele and I nervously dropped him off each day, ensuring that we excitedly told him about the day that was about to unfold before him.

Tomorrow is the big day.
For a long time it has been our hope that Mason would enter kindergarten on time, and with little or no assistance. All at once, the last 3.5 years since his diagnosis have dragged on, and blurred by.
Last Friday, we took the opportunity to trek to the kids’ respective schools with bundles of school supplies in hand, and meet their teachers for the upcoming year. This year will be a bit of a struggle as we’ll again have 3 children in 3 different schools.

Mason has always been a hard worker. If a task he’s assigned to do is fun, he’s all over it and stays on that task and hits his mark, completing whatever he was asked to do.
I’ve commented a few times that Mason’s running drew comparisons to the morphing of a 3 legged dog, a bobblehead doll and a marionette.
Picture that and you’ve got a good idea of what it looked like. His arms flailed, his head bobbled back and forth, all while his torso, arms and legs seemed to be going in different directions at the same time.
He was a balanced imbalance in motion.

It’s funny that Matt chose to write about sleep issues at the same time that we’ve been experiencing some changes in Mason’s sleep habits. Thankfully they are changes for the better.

If you had a chance to read Kent's blog today you may be wondering what our typical get togethers are like.
We trade emails a week or two in advance and come up with a date and locale convenient to all of us. On the day of our meetup, Kent usually beats everyone there and is quietly sipping his ultra manly cup of grande gourmet coffee while securing a table and how ever many chairs he can.

Yesterday was a busy day.
Claire, competing in her first Karate tournament, had to be across town by 8am. There would be no sleeping in on this lazy Saturday morning. We were up by 6:45am to get our day started. Mason was starting his first day of the Frisco Miracle League’s bowling season at 830am. So that meant that Rashele and I would be divvying up the events making sure each arrived where they needed to be on time.