Christmas Break is no break.

Hey there!  How's it going?  We survived yet another dooms day prediction of the end of the world and Christmas.  Way to go! Kind of proud of the kiddo.  It was a whirlwind of activity for a few days and he handled it better than most adults do.  Of course there was no sitting at the table to eat with everyone.  He continued his cocktail party style of dining.  A nibble here, run away, come back, repeat.  Predictably he was able to sit still long enough for dessert.  Behold the power of ice cream. 

Santa was good to the kiddo this year.  Some new DVDs of movies he's seen in the theater and liked but will now ignore for a few months until he warms up to the idea of viewing them.  Or I just shove one in the player in a fit of "oh my god I cannot watch Steve get stumped by a dog again!" And then he'll obsess on them.  I look forward to hearing some new key phrases repeated by him again and again.  Speech therapy by Disney Pixar for the win!

Our big gift to him was a desperate attempt on my part to get him something age appropriate, so we got the Wii.  (and to quote my dad, what does Wii stand for?  What is it? That's pretty funny right?)  In true fashion we still haven't set it up nor is he asking for us to do so.   Why?  Because darn it there's Mouse Trap to play with and when I say play with, I mean set up his own rules and just make the little ball go through the maze a thousand times in a row because that's what happened on some Baby Einstein video that he remembers from years ago.   So project goal for the weekend is to set up the new gaming system in hopes to teach turn taking and working on motor skills.   Also, so Mama can kick his butt in Just Dance. 

Off from school till next week.  It's Thursday now and part of me is like "oh we can make it.  That's not to long to go."  A few hiccups of no therapy this week.  Damn those therapists that actually want to spend time with their kids!  What about our needs?  Just kidding.  I'm used to it now but there is still a part of me that looks at things like Christmas break as anything BUT a break.  A kiddo that thrives on routine and a schedule written in stone isn't to keen on puttering around the house to much.   Maybe I should get him a pair of yoga pants in his size. Perhaps that would make him more relaxed like I am right now?   Maybe I can get him to fixate on doing laundry for us.  Seeing as he makes so much of it.  Can folding clothes become his new hobby?

So that's the long and short of it.  Daddy Fry is back at work.  Mama Fry is seriously earning that paycheck I don't get. :-)  If all else fails to entertain, I'll just take him out for another side of fries.