These pictures were taken during the Best Holiday Ever, back in 2008. Gerard and I packed the boys up along with five hundred of their favourite belongings, and drove down to New York. While we were on the road, my mother was in the air, flying in from South Africa. We all met up at my brother’s Manhattan apartment, spent a night there, and then drove to Long Island the following day, where we spent two of the happiest and most carefree weeks I can remember.
We planned the crap out of this vacation: knowing how all of the changes associated with vacations can affect a child with autism, we had to be prepared. There was some concern that we were “overplanning”.
It paid off, though. Thanks to all of the planning, George had all of his routines in place, along with all of the things associated with those routines, even though we were in unfamiliar surroundings.
The house we stayed in (borrowed from a friend of my brother’s) was a hit. The beach was a hit. Most of all, being with my mom and my brother made the vacation something truly special.
Negotiating early morning Manhattan traffic at the end of a 12-hour drive
Almost there! Driving to my brother's apartment.
George gazing off into the distance
James, enjoying his first time on a real beach!
Drawing in the sand with James
George on tippy-toes - love this picture!
James watches as I bury George in the sand (Mom and brother are in the background)
Like I said, it was the Best Vacation Ever. I even got to go running a couple of times!
