Christmas

I have noticed that most of the blogs I follow have not posted anything (or very little) in the last 1 to 2 weeks. I guess that has to do with the holidays. I wonder if blogging is something we do in the absence of social events . . . or if more social events simply mean less time to blog. Well, for me it was just not enough time.

Every year I think I'm going to get my Christmas shopping done early and not at the last minute, but it never happens. In consequence, my week before Christmas is very busy. Add to that the fact the two days after Christmas my four-year-old got sick with the stomach flu. You know, an autistic child doesn't know how to tell you he feels sick, so it just comes out without warning. I've been doing lots of laundry and cleaning. He's better now, except that his stomach is sensitive.

In spite of all that, though, it has been a good Christmas, because it was, for me, a Christ-centered Christmas. I purposed that it would be. Not just in reading the Christmas story before opening presents (which we did), but in being conscious of His presence and His place in this season.

bleeegch!

Something funny that happened last night:

Yesterday in the late afternoon I found PJ5 in my bathroom pumping some soap into his hand and wiping it onto the the counter. (I think I've mentioned his affinity for "pumping" things.) I thought I had caught him early because there was only one smear on the counter. That night when going to bed I went into the bathroom to get a drink of water and noticed there was a little soap on the faucet handle, though not much. But, when I drank the water I had put into my cup it tasted very strongly of anti-bacterial SOAP! I guess he had already smeared soap all over the faucet before I found him. Now I know why washing your mouth out with soap was such an effective threat for kids!

A day in the life...

All this happened on Saturday and I wanted to blog it, but didn't have time so I wrote in a notebook to post later. (and after you read it you'll understand why I didn't have time to blog)

--NB spilled a cup of Sprite that PJ5 left out somewhere.
--NB sat in a puddle of applejuice that he himself created.
--PJ5 pumped out a lot of lotion which he smeared onto the sheets of my bed. (he loves to pump lotion, soap, etc.)
--We cleaned off about $20 in change off PJ's dresser.
--NB tried to dismantle the front door.
--Someone(?) scattered the clothes that I had JUST folded on the sofa (while I had carried off a stack to put away).
--NB squealed in delight while PJ5 yelled in protest as we walked into Walmart. (I tried not to notice if anyone was staring.)
--PJ5 dumped an almost full container (trial-size) of baby powder onto the floor of NB's room.


These are the type of things that happen on any given day around here. It just so happened that this all occured within the same day. I should perhaps mention that PJ was gone most of that day.