Childish Background Music

I cannot remember the exact moment that music floated into my life, which seems strange to me. Since music has so infused with my life that I cannot think of a memory without conjuring a song with the memory. I remember receiving my first portable radio and I would take that thing everywhere. It was my prized possession. My Step-Dad, Denny, gave it to me. It was his and he didn't use it anymore. (From now on, I will just refer to Denny as my Dad. I am sure at some point I will discuss my abandonment issues and my realization that what I wished for was right in front of my face the whole time. Just know that Denny is the perfect representation of what a Father should be and we will leave it at that.)

Anyway, can you see a young child walking around the backyard of her home singing Foreigner's "Cold As Ice."https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mjwV5w0IrcA

I had two 8-track tapes, Foreigner and Barbara Mandrell, I listened, sang along and pretended that I was the artist. This is one of my first musical memories. I love that portable 8-track play. 

Henry's Laughing (Love Letter to Henry)

Henry seems to make sure that you cannot concentrate watching Star Trek when he is in the room. He is watching "Bat Dad" on the  phone. Every thee seconds he laughs and looks in my direction.Not an adorable laugh but an ear splitting banshee type cackle. I know his laugh is coming but I jump every time.  Then he looks over to me and I have to pretend to laugh too.  Bad Dad has taught my son to talk in an ear splitting deep riotous voice.   Thanks for that Bat Dad.
 There are so many times that Henry ignores us. I want him to know that I care what he thinks and I want to share his interests. It could be worse. He could like Walker Texas Ranger or wrestling.
 Henry was tested when he was three by a Early Intervention by the Autism Specialist. She observed Henry for a few hours while he was in his preschool class at The Family Development Center. She told me that Henry was not autistic because he was socially inclined. I said, "Yes, but he has
 self-soothing quircks similar to children with autism. I feel like he may have a duel diagnosis. I would bet my shoes on it.

He has a lazy eye which means Henry's eye sight is different from other people. I wish that he would not hold the IPAD screen so close to his face. I wonder what he sees?  I often wish we could trade places with Henry, so we could have complete understanding.  It would absorb  every thought that he had so I would be able to hold conversations with him.
The first time Henry reveled that he could take care of himself, I thought I would cry.