Snow Days With Anson

This week I'm having fun with our 10-year old grandson, Anson, while his parents and little sister head off to Disneyland  during Brooklyn's school break.  They would have taken Anson but for a child with his degree of Autism, it would have been a nightmare for him - all that noise and crowds and strange sights would be unbearable for him.  He loves his Grammie though and doesn't seem to mind that I'm here instead of his family.  It was hard on Cindy to leave him though.

All bundled up at 6am Sunday. They'll be hot when
they get off the plane in LA, but it was -13C here.

Anson and I went out for a fun-in-the-snow morning today.  It had warmed up to -3C so it felt lovely out and Anson didn't want his hat.

Point a camera at Anson and he says 'cheese'

His hands really aren't that big. He wanted to wear my gloves.

 We went to a nearby school, which was closed today for the Remembrance Day long weekend.  We had to walk around the whole school so Anson could check all the doors.  I think if one of them had been unlocked he would have gone in and explored!

At the back of the school I found some icicles hanging out of Anson's reach so I broke one off for him. I don't know if he has experienced icicles before but he sure liked the one I gave him.  It tasted as good as the snow he layered on it.

There was a large ice mass hanging by the downspout.  Ice was melting and dripping into a self-made ice cup way up at the top of the fall.  Anson sat down to watch it and listen to the sound of the water dripping.  I guess maybe he did need his hat on - look how red his poor little ear is.  Oh well, next time.

He's a fun and interesting grandson to have...not too great at interpersonal relationships but here's how I know he loves me.  Several times a day he comes up to me, wraps his arm around my neck, and sings his Grammie song - 'rock-a-bye Grammie in the tree top, when the wind blows, etc'.  He's our special boy.