My Quirky Boy

I am sitting on a plane traveling (again) for the next 3 days to

I am reviewing my weekend in my mind, and hoping the munchkins give hubby less of a challenge while I am gone then they presented this past weekend.  Fin has a new ritual of refusing to leave the house, and not getting out of his pj’s if he can help it, at all, all weekend. Saturday we indulged him to the point where he was at 5PM still in his pull up from the night before.  I some how wrestled him from one stinky pull up, into a new one. It is concerning to me how vehemently he resists leaving the house now, even on warm sunny spring like days. 

Sunday we had no choice but to go out, and he resisted, but out we went.  He put on his own sneakers, this I took as a victory. After breakfast, hubby ran in to grab my dry cleaning. As Fin and I waited in the car, I asked if he would go to the art supply store with me.  We live near one that is nearly the size of a Home Depot, and I seem to be incapable of leaving there with out spending at least a hundred bucks. He said he did because he wanted to buy a “stabilizer”. A stabilizer?

He replied, “It is rectangular, and you stick it to the wall, then hang paper up”. He goes on to say, “It prevents the wall from getting ruined”. I am thinking that the last sentence is not his own.  When hubby gets into the car, I tell him Fin wants a “stabilizer” and Fin goes on into greater detail of what it is.

“A STAPLER!” Hubby cries out, “He means stapler!” However, forever more in our house it will be called a “stabilizer”. Because kids rock.

Yesterday was a fragile day for Fin, filled with crying jags, and frustration, screaming, and general stress.  We went to the grocery store and ran into his speech person from school.  She was there with her own children.  Of course we all said hello, and I did the typical parental thing, “Fin, look who it is! Say hello!”  I was hoping maybe because she was not a complete stranger, that he would acknowledge her presence.  He would not. There was no eye contact, no greeting, nothing. As we left the grocery store he told us he would not look at her because they were not at school. People have a place in his world, and when they appear, where according to him, they should not be, it is like there is something broken. He is like a turtle pulling in to his shell, if I pretend your not there, maybe you aren’t.

We ended the day on a high note, a good tubby, back into comfy, safe jammies, and movie previews. These have become part of the night time ritual, a movie preview, or twenty before stories.  His preview of choice these days is the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.  When you play it, he repeats every single word along with it, he also can regurgitate the lyrics from the Cars songs, Diego episodes, Bob the Builder, and anything else that he likes.  He is a great Post Modernist.  Fin takes the dialogue and recycles it verbatim into his play.  Unless you knew where it came from, you would be none the wiser.