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fun and games for everyone
Seaners' latest idea of fun is something we call 'the squishing game'. He made this up, of course. He makes up most or all of his games, and eventually we figure them out, and then the cycle repeats itself.
The squishing game is like this: adult sits on the front portion of the sofa. Child (who is being "sneaky") ducks behind adult, all while trying not to laugh or flail too much. (the attempt at sneakiness is often not so good. Stealth is not generally one of Seaners' best tactics.) But anyway.
The adult person leans back and Seaners gets squished into the sofa. This is called fun. (it's actually all about deep-muscle pressure stimulation. it's an autism/sensory sensitivity thing.)
A popular variation includes daddy lying on the sofa and refusing to move. sean attempts to get him to move forward into playing the squishing game by using various techniques (trying to trick him by saying he wants food, dragging on his arms and legs, giving him more snuggles (this is one of Sean's long standing manipulative techniques; if you don't do what he wants, you just MIGHT if he snuggles you more), occasionally tickling, etc. etc.
And when dad is not home, Seaners plays the squishing game with his little Dr. Seuss dude (gift from
mholmesiv,
silenceleigh and
zaratyst this past Christmas) with himself playing the role of 'dad' and the little dude playing the role of 'seaners'. this is pretty awesome because pretend play isn't something he really 'got' for a while. he also likes the weighted blanket that
gizmometer made.
Babysitters ask us about his favorite things to do. it gets kind of weird and awkward. "Yes, he likes listening to music - no, not Raffi, not High School Musical, no, he likes romanian disco and AC/DC and the Decemberists - stimming with crinkly paper and toothbrush cases, and being smushed. And jumping up and down on the loveseat in the corner. we let him because he's already killed the springs in that one."
The squishing game is like this: adult sits on the front portion of the sofa. Child (who is being "sneaky") ducks behind adult, all while trying not to laugh or flail too much. (the attempt at sneakiness is often not so good. Stealth is not generally one of Seaners' best tactics.) But anyway.
The adult person leans back and Seaners gets squished into the sofa. This is called fun. (it's actually all about deep-muscle pressure stimulation. it's an autism/sensory sensitivity thing.)
A popular variation includes daddy lying on the sofa and refusing to move. sean attempts to get him to move forward into playing the squishing game by using various techniques (trying to trick him by saying he wants food, dragging on his arms and legs, giving him more snuggles (this is one of Sean's long standing manipulative techniques; if you don't do what he wants, you just MIGHT if he snuggles you more), occasionally tickling, etc. etc.
And when dad is not home, Seaners plays the squishing game with his little Dr. Seuss dude (gift from
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Babysitters ask us about his favorite things to do. it gets kind of weird and awkward. "Yes, he likes listening to music - no, not Raffi, not High School Musical, no, he likes romanian disco and AC/DC and the Decemberists - stimming with crinkly paper and toothbrush cases, and being smushed. And jumping up and down on the loveseat in the corner. we let him because he's already killed the springs in that one."
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*hugs*
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This reminds me of the games my sister and I would make up. We had one that involved pulling the other person down the driveway in the radioflyer, at maximum speed, and then throwing the handle down, so that it would hit the crack in the pavement, forcing the wagon to stop abruptly.
We were poor.
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i grew up in central canada so most of my winters included flinging myself down a hill on one of those uber-slippery sleds with some kind of thorny bush at the bottom (and shortly beyond a small marsh/pond area). in the summer i used to just roll down. (we didn't have a hell of a lot of money either. <3)
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How is it that we're not dead?
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That said, this is one of the best posts I've seen in a long time. ADORABLE <3
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And I agree with
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