My Quirky Boy

Fin was up too early, as sleep is something that has been eluding him as of late. The new pattern is sneaking into my bed anywhere after 3AM. It wasn’t so bad today, 5:30AM. The baby is sick, and has teeth coming in all at once. A holiday can not pass with out at least one of us being sick.

There is a stack of gifts in the corner, all wrapped and tagged. Yesterday I made bread, though tasty is quite ugly. Along with it a dessert for a family gathering tonight.

Christmas is not my favorite holiday, actually I pretty much dislike it. We don’t at home acknowledge it it anyway, but we participate in family gatherings, I am not adverse to bypassing those as well. Fin has been sucked in full force.

“Where is MY present?!”

His school had a person come dressed as Santa and give gifts to the kids. The result was a conversation about how Santa is not a real person, but a character like in a book. The response I get is, “Then WHO is the real person in the clothes?” Not because he is questioning the truth of the situation, but because it is a logical question to ask.

I will be relieved when the next 2 days are over, and I have a whole week to enjoy my children. I have planned a few activities, a few projects, and one of the days the baby is going to daycare and Fin and I are going to have a “Mumma” day.

I asked him what he would like to do that day, and with out hesitation he said, “Let’s go to the movies!”. His preference lately has been not to get dressed, or leave the house on “Home” days, and I don’t pressure him usually to do otherwise. He spends all week coping, I think the weekends he needs to re-group, de-stress. We are undecided on the movie, but he did make it clear that he does not want to sit next anyone, and he would like to count the chairs in the movie theatre before the movie starts. All are just fine with me.

We belong to a study group with BU Neuro Science in Boston. Once a year Fin goes for an eval. Last year he withstood over 6 straight hours of testing, it was amazing. He loved it. Once it was over, and we were leaving he asked if he could, “Go back tomorrow”. It was intense for me as an observer, I can’t imagine what it was like for him. They keep telling us they have never seen a child like him, and are very excited to see him back this year. It will be interesting to see if the experience is similar, or totally different.

We have prepped Fin for the craziness of the next 2 days, but as much as we try I know that there will be tantrums, hand ringing, and general behaviors as a result of his world being twisted into a pretzal.

Oh well. For those of you who are still checking in, I hope everyone out there has a happy, and safe holiday.

Xmas Tree by Me, and Fin