it's his turn

The Bowler was 6 months old when his big brother’s autism diagnosis came. 

He has lived his baby and toddlerhood with a house full of therapists, the juggling of appointments and schedules and parents who were often stressed and distracted. He has never known life without any of it.

Even with all the distractions, he has grown into an engaged, sometimes rowdy and loving little whirlwind. He loves life and he loves his family.

This year, his beloved big brother is off to school on his next adventure. The Bowler has an exciting year ahead too – he is beginning kinder and he is attending a pre-school sports program which he adores.

He will have a whole lot more time to hang out with his mum, to drink milkshakes and eat gingerbread in cafes, to run around without time limits in playgrounds and parks, to wander around the zoo and the museum.

After almost three years of being just a little in the shadow of his big brother and autism, it’s his turn.

It’s his turn.

It has begun, the dance of the popit and the hipsy

They adore each other these two.
As each of their language skills develops they are beginning to have conversations with each other.
It's a whole new world for them.
Hilariously entertaining.
Most of the time, I know what they are talking about and the conversations cover topics like "how are you Batsman?, I'm good Bowler, how are you?" and "where's mummy? ummmmmm, she's in the laundry" and "can I have some of your sultanas please Bowler? nope".

These past few weeks, it has begun.
That secret language between siblings where the parents have no freaking idea what some of the words mean.
It's their code.
And it is oh so very funny. There are giggles and smiles all round when the secret words make an appearance.

So if anyone out there can help me out and tell me....

• what "popit" is and why daddy's gone to get some and....
• what it means when someone is "hipsy".

I'd be ever so grateful.

Have your children made up some great words? Share them with me!

Wordless Wednesday