His Bobness has discovered the delights of YouTube, and has learned to type "Bob the Builder" with impressive speed. It is a perefct size for his little hands, and he can whizz around it like a pro.
We have been having trouble finding a reinforcer that would hold his attention. At school his Teacher would often have to switch reinforcers several times in just one day, as he quickly bored of popcorn or computer tokens.
Meanwhile at home, toilet training for the Dreaded No.2's has been going on for over 18 months and we have variously used star charts, chocolate buttons and Bob stickers as reinforcers for a direct hit in the jacks...but nothing weathered the storm of his inattention.
We are getting kinda tired of PIK's (poo in knickies, for the newbies) and short of painting the entire house brown (with matching brown accessories and brown accents) we arrived at a point where Something had To Be Done.
The Doing Something area is usually the forte of Bob's Dad (I usually stick to what I'm good at, which is crying and drinking some pretty damn good merlot, while he mends wiring and puts up shelves), and this time was no different.
A few months ago (on the autie grapevine) we were alerted to the iTouch revolution and we thought "hey, Bob would LOVE that!".
At the risk of being perceived as being vile, nasty parents (sometimes we're not bad, honest ), check out this lady's blog before casting judgement.
I swear, nursing was so the wrong career for me and I would have made a kick-ass banker (so to speak)...I may have had some interesting questions to answer re sweeteners for my unorthadox deposit accounts though...
Sir Bob, Lover of iTouch, Defender of the Faith (btw, I've set up a new church called Autism Rocks...not as much sex and wine as the church I'm used to, but a LOT more soulful) discovered that illegal brown envelopes do not collect interest (in any sense), but that waste in the right receptacle should be photograhed, framed and celebrated....or at least awarded an hour on the iTouch.
Today is deserving of champagne.
In fact, I may insist on it.
After a few false dawns, of Bob sitting on His Throne insisting he had produced the goods when he hadn't (the Chancer....shudda called him Bertie)...he finally came good and announced "poo in toilet...I want iTouch".
I don't imagine I will feel much prouder when I cradle my first grandchild in my arms (not that any cradling went on....that would be weird).
The point is, that Bob knew he had to do to get what he wanted. He made a demand and he was rewarded.
The carrot and stick works, lords and laydeeze.