Hey, I’m back.
It’s not like I actually went anywhere. It was the holidays and I was busy and didn’t really have anything to write about. But now it’s been so long I feel like I better get something up here or just quit the whole thing, and that’s a big decision to make so I better just write something.
So…the holidays. At 3am on Xmas morning I woke up puking my guts out. Santa had come while we were sleeping and left the flu in my gut. Thanks, Jack.
I dragged out of bed to watch Connor open presents, but couldn’t even make it to the end. He gets so wound up and overstimulated, that he insists on taking each item out of the package and playing with it, before he’s even finished opening all the gifts. That means the endeavor of opening presents takes about an hour and a half. I just couldn’t do it, and dragged back to bed after a half hour.
We had our official Xmas dinner the next day.
But it was good, and he was happy. It was even smooth sailing at the mall, when we went to see Santa.
See, the mall did this genius thing this year, where they had a self-playing piano set up next to the Santa line. This thing was magic for the kids. Connor was convinced that there was a ghost playing the piano because he could see the keys and pedals moving by themselves. He even made this announcement to the other kids nearby, which caused much speculation about the presence of ghosts at the Santa village. See, here’s my kid:
Easiest time I ever spent waiting in line, hands down.
A couple of days before Xmas, we were downtown for an appointment, so I decided to take Connor out for a Xmas lunch at one of my favorite places. It’s right on the lake, and it was a nice, sunny day. It was the best damn restaurant visit we’ve ever had, thanks to the ducks.
See, Connor was beside himself with glee at feeding the numerous ducks that greedily await patrons who clumsily drop stray bits of food. He started by feeding them pieces of tortilla chips, which I was really feeling guilty and uneasy about, since they are hard and could potentially get stuck in some bird’s throat. But there were other kids out there feeding them tortilla chips, and if I told Connor he couldn’t do it because it was bad for the birds, then he would go all Aspie kid cop, and tell the other kids that they couldn’t either, even though he has no authority over them. Then he’d want to know why they could do it if it was bad for the birds, but he couldn’t, and I’d have to explain about how we don’t control other people, and, well….I just wanted to have a peaceful lunch. So he fed them tortilla chips, and they didn’t die, and we had an awesome lunch.
So except for the flu, and eating too many cookies, it was a pretty great winter break. The best part came a few days after Xmas, when I asked Connor to tell me what the best thing he got for Xmas was. He responded, “having you guys for my family is the best thing I got for Xmas.”
Seriously, he wasn’t even coached to say that. I have no idea where he got it, but it sure was the best gift he could have given me.
I hope the rest of you had a nice, restful winter break.