Hammock

We are gradually acquiring occupational therapy equipment for Anna at home. One thing that I was on the lookout for was a hammock. Being wrapped up as it, like a cocoon, calms her down. Being turned in it at the beginning of her o.t. sessions helps with any residual car sickness from the car ride.

Because texture and sameness matter to Anna, I tracked one down that was as similar as possible to the one used in her sessions. The colors are blue, turquoise, and green. Scott got advice on how to install the hooks in the cement ceiling, and we borrowed a heavy duty drill a couple days ago. Installation is set for next week, when Scott is back from his GBU weekend.

I was explaining to a friend in French about the hammock while Justin was nearby Sunday. I said that we were going to install it in her room and explained how it helps calm her. Justin immediately jumped in and asked how it could calm her and why it was going to be in her room. I explained and said he could use it if he wanted and that I didn't really want a hammock hanging in the middle of living room. (her large gym ball and exercise mat that have taken up residence there are necessary for now, but a hammock...) Justin expressed increasing bewilderment and frustration, and said there was no way that Anna would let him in her room to use it.

I didn't really get all the drama over a hammock...until...

Said quickly, hamac in French sounds a little like un Mac. As in...

My poor son thought that we were buying a new Mac for Anna, putting it in her room, with the hope that it would somehow, "help her calm down." Given the sibling relations this month, he wouldn't have had much access.

I still laugh every time I think of it.

He is totally fine with a hammock being in Anna's room. And if he wants one in his, we'll be sure to do that.