Welcome to the Seventh Heaven Tea Room (BYOB. Biscuits, crisps and cake provided)

[Catitainahatita]

Hello and welcome to the seventh incarnation of the tearoom.

If you have found us by chance and/or curiousity you must know that the tearoom is a virtual safe haven for all those seeking a friendly word, a good cuppa and plenty to snack on. By virtue of its magic nature, no food can cause any physical damage, so chocolate, alcohol, transfat and all such can be consumed guilt- (and magically calorie-) free.

We have a wide range of soft-furnishing to relax on; a lovely garden with a swing and a ha ha; a variety of animals; a spa and (for some unknown reason) an apidistra.

Everyone is welcome, if you have one child, ten or none at all. We are a tolerant and fisticuffs-free zone. Instead we employ our energies swooning at Mellors the Gardner cum handiman thinking a silly things to get up to.

Please come in and say hello. You never know, you may end up joining us ...

Lovely, AAmber, Thanks. I think I shall just whip out the baileys so accompany it. Its only 10am here, but what the hell..

Happy Birthday to you~!
Happy Birthday to you!

Happy Birthday dear Catita-Bunita

Happy Birthday to you!!!

YUMM Amber - good baking! Cup of tea with that Baileys birthday girl??!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY =#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=#=# (birthday bunting)

Oooh cake - yes please!

Catita - do you think that the aircon was meant to be the bday present?

And as for too young to 'help' - ds doesn't know what that means. He's been 'helping' with some baking since he was 14mo (when he was very studious) and loves helping to bake. Particularly the mixing. Although some of it does go on the floor. But mummy doesn't get too surprise at this and just tries to minimise the opportunities/liklihood whilst daddy gets stressed in the same situation...

Thanks very much.

Mum has just phoned to say "sorry she forgot", and DH also remembered thanks to my not so subtle hints when he got back from his run. So I am feeling better all round.

The cake, Baileys and tea are all very nice, btw. I am enjoying them all very much.

Mistle how do you get Mistlechick to reach the counter for the pouring and mixing?? his wee bench will not do it and I don't have anything smaller. Obviously we could do it on the floor, but I'm not sure i'd be able to get up and down quick enough to prevent accidents....
We'll have a go and I'll see how we get on.

Daisyboy is a keen chef. He likes to break eggs and get messy hands

when he was too little to stand he used to sit in his bumbo on the counter and now he stands on a chair.... not too many falls!

We've got a kitchen table so that MJ usually is fine at that standing on the step of his chair or the seat of another one. The alternative is a chair side on to the counter - then I stand behind him so the back stops him falling one side, me the back and then its not too difficult to cover the other side...

I haven't got onto the slippery/crunchy issue of cracking eggs yet - he has helped a bit, but not tried 100% himself - I remember all too clearly ruining a batch of biscuit dough at school by cracking an egg into it - rather too literally...

happy birthday Catita!
Amber, you are sounding better - the machinery manuals and fractals must be doing a grand job.

Cocktail hour, if anyone's interested? Screwdriver perhaps? Sex on the beach?

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More birthday bunting for Catita! Many happy returns!

I'd like a Long Island Iced Tea, please, Thumbwitch.

Hmm, well, no kitchen table here. Dining table too nice to try it on. Sitting on the counter gives me the hebby-jeebies because I keep imagining him falling off, diving into the washbasin, knocking ver the draining board etc.

Also the recipe requires heating up the ingredients. Again, anxiety provoking.

Amber I have just been reading the threads from yesterday and today. I hope you are starting to feel better about the whole thing. If it all makes you feel quite as bad as you describe (I was quite taken aback tbh).

I've said it before that I think you are very articulate when you post and it is very difficult to believe, on the basis of this, that you have problems communicating in RL. When really it just shows how hard you have had to work. I think some of the posters do not realise this and do not think at all about how much difficulties you have gone through to get where you are.

In a nutshell, you are great and the messages of support you have got from other ASD people should convince you of it.

Ps. I got angry on your behalf and was provoked into posting. I didn't mean to intefere and won't do it again. I think you are more than capable of fighting your own battles (althhough you don't have to you know!)

It'd be fascinating to get people together with me in RL and see what they make of me. Not that I'm suggesting it, but so often I think "OK, come spend a day with me and see what my life is like". I think they'd be . One person on mumsnet's met me in RL, but she's ASD as well and we get on great, but don't ask about the restaurant meal and how the staff didn't cope with us

I'm too tired to be sad any more. But I think I understand that if people's lives are made hell by really demanding ASD people then of course they'll be cross with me next, even if they don't realise it?

I'm no good at fighting my own battles - my brain cuts out with the overload and I end up talking total nonsense or 'shutting down' or saying something really stupidly pedantic, so it's difficult for me to work out what to do really.

The placard waving went well in the garden though. Well, once we'd cleared up the small misunderstanding about the actual message on the placard, on which I'd accidentally actually written "No To Croziers!" rather than "No to Closures!" I think the Bishop next door was a bit taken aback...

So, Amber, you mitre achieved some success with your placard-waving demonstration outside the Bishop's window, then?

lol! A very large virtual alcohol-free glass of it for me please, if there is such a thing?

This is the Tea Room of Requirement, and so your wish can always be granted.

One glass of alcohol and calorie-free bolly coming right up.

Happy Birthday Catitainahatita!

Amber - just wanted to say thankyou for your many posts describing your life. They have helped me to understand my wonderful Godson a little better....
He is the most amazing person, and it makes me so cross when people want to 'make him better' instead of helping him to find ways of being himself in what is often a hostile world.

(by the way, I don't know if anyone can help me on my thread here )

Donk - I have posted but not in a very useful way. Plus ca change, eh?

And - although it's not really a boy thing - do any of you mums of 4 year old boys have any ideas on how to help one to learnto play on his own?

OK, DH is home from the cinema - so night all! (or he will be telling me I'm married to Mellors instead of him!)

what have you lot done to me... I fell asleep ( briefy) during my yoga class and found I was dreaming bout teh bishops nickng the paving slabs and sets to make a new patterned pavement round teh cathedral, which they planed to consecrate early... reallllly wanted to kno wwhat was going t happen next. BUT recognised it was a dream, and thus I was asleep again at a time when I shoudn't be asleep, so I woke my sef up. Don't think my yoga teacher had a clue what I was on about. She is used to my falling asleep tho... congratulates me if i manage a 10 min seatd realaxation/ meditataion type thing with out falling asleep or fidgeting the whole time.

maybe it all tied in with the placard waving that went on this afternoon?

Boy plays on his own, coz I ignore him. well maybe coz I ignre him, maybe coz I trained him to amuse him sef with months and months of tresure basket and hueristic play experinces. Today created a quarry in teh living room. On picnic blanket with a hand full of shingle we bought back from eth beach , lego digger and dumper and a toy tractor with trailer.

I've taken him teh Drs Dr had no more idea than I about WHY boy is sleeping so much. Said he didn't look anemic or fit the description. Wants to do a urine test 1st and then if no change in a 2 weeks maybe a blood test. came home from Drs as boy said he ws too tired to go to park and boy climbed into his new sleeping bag and had a 90 min nap on his bed room floor! Then burst into tears at dinner coz he wanted to go to teh park. Arrfhh 3 yer olds. who but their parents would want them.

Happy birthday Cat. long may your A/C work.

Mines a Bolly. followed by some nice chocolate please.

Quick look in in passing on my way to bed with a small glass of something fizzy I found cooling on the windowsill.

Wriggle was in her element at school; two dozen girls following her every move in the playground and allowed to line up with the children with Papa. She marched into my classroom, got up on someone's chair, grabbed a pencil and made herself at home. She then showed the children useful vocabulary such as 'le nez', 'la bouche', etc and called out a few parts of the body for Simon Says. Unfortunately the attention then went to her head and she started blowing raspberries and pulling my hair and had to leave.

In the afternoon I had the year ones for RE, our study of the church. We identified parts of the church. My favourite was the receptacle for christening babies - The Bidet.

Bonne Nuit.

Catita - Cumpleanos feliz, cumpleanos feliz ...

Am laughed out loud at The Bidet.

Good night everyone.

Night!

Hippy birfdiy Catitita - and heres to many more!!!!

Everyone in the tearoom put some money in a pot and we bought you this magic present - when you open it it will turn into that thing you always wanted but never thought you'd be able to have......

Tea's post reminded me of this.

Really going to bed now .....

I know that I received the 1975 version of that !!!!!