endless pancakes...

Don't get me wrong, I love pancakes. Especially with peanut butter. About a year ago Brandon discovered that he likes them too. But only the pancake, no butter, no syrup.  And they have to be really brown. Once Brandon decides he likes something, he wants it nonstop.  So we cook pancakes all day. Everyday.  When the griddle burned out, I thought maybe that would be the end of it for a while. Nope. Brandon would carry around the super sized bag of pancake mix that we buy once a week, and a bowl.  Now understand, Brandon does not take no for an answer. But that's for another post.

 One day,my oldest son Austin came over and offered to make the pancakes.  Austin makes great pancakes, golden brown, perfectly round and all the same size. I was all for it, and as I relaxed in the other room with my grandson, I heard my son Nate exclaim, "Brandon! why did you throw those pancakes away?"   Brandon  was tearing the pancakes up into little pieces, and throwing them in the trash.  Why? Well, Austin's pancakes were golden brown, not dark brown.  However, because of Austin's perfect pancakes, I now have to be sure the pancakes I make are perfectly round and uniform. 

 Brandon has taken a few small breaks from pancakes, to enjoy his other obsessions; peanut butter balls, goldfish crackers, cheeseballs, but after a few days he always comes back to pancakes.

I guess I'd better stop writing,I've got pancakes to make.

Endless

I was so inspired to start blogging about my beautiful autistic son, Brandon,by a sweet, wonderful friend who also has a son with autism. Thanks LeAnn.


My blog is titled EEE is for endless, because Brandon, who is now 18, has no speech. I cannot call him nonverbal, because he makes many sounds, just not words. His favorite and most common sound to make is EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Very loudly. He says this mostly when he is happy, but also when he is anxious or agitated. He makes this sound for hours on end. Endlessly, day after day.


Other things that are endless with Brandon are: Barney (yes, the purple dinosaur)Barney videos, music, and toys; popcorn, chicken strips, diapers, no sleep, laughter, smiles, destroyed property, pica(the eating of non-food items)floods,mopping,laundry,torn clothing, sheets, and books, worry, Dr.'s visits, medication,Texas Roadhouse, kisses,pinches,scratches, and punches, giggles, walks, drives, McDonalds, diet Coke, and teddy bears. There is oh so much more. My life with Brandon has not been boring, but it has been hard. When he was diagnosed at age 3, I din't think I could deal with it. But I have learned that we are not given anything we cannot handle, and I would not change my life for anything. Brandon has brought more joy and love to my life than I could ever describe.