Thursday, February 5, 2009

Did you blog about it?

Whenever I tell Charles a funny story about what one of the kids did that day, he always asks, "Did you blog about it yet?" Well, the answer is usually an annoyed "No, do you want to blog about it?" But, I do think I should record more of the cute things the kids do, not because I think everyone is dying to read about them, but because this is our family journal, and I want to remember that cute stuff.

The other day Cole was sitting at my lap and staring at a really awful pimple that I had developed on the side of my chin. I don't usually break out, but this was a doosy. I called it "the witch maker" because it was seriously making me look like a witch. He kept staring at the thing and saying in a low voice "yucky, yucky." Then later, he asked for a band-aid. Cole asks for band-aids constantly, whenever he slightly bumps or hurts any part of his body. If we get him the band-aid he immediately calms down. So, I got a band-aid and held it out to him, "Where should I put this Cole?" He took it from me and put it right on the zit on my chin. I guess he didn't want to look at it anymore either. It is funny to see this kind of thing with Cole. Because he is Autistic, we don't often get to see the inner workings of his mind, so it is funny when his behavior shows us what he was thinking about.

Another funny Cole story. Until recently Cole did not give us any trouble at bedtime. We would tuck him into bed and he would stay in his room and sing or play in the dark if he didn't go to sleep right away. Recently he discovered he could turn his light on and leave the room if he wanted to. This was causing a lot of trouble and he was really having a hard time winding down for the night. Plus he was cutting into my sacrosant "after kid's bedtime" time. We started to unplug Cole's lamp so he couldn't turn a light on. He figured out how to plug it back in. I started moving the lamp into my bedroom. He went into our bedroom, dragged the lamp into his room again. Moved his dresser so he could get the plug back over the outlet and plugged it in (all in the dark). We moved the lamp downstairs. He came downstairs, grabbed the lamp and was trying to drag it upstairs before I wrested it from him (this is tall free standing lamp). Then he decided he could just bring his toys into bathroom or our room and play. We started locking the bathroom and our bedroom door and then "breaking in" with a screwdriver when it was time for us to go to bed. Then he started coming down stairs to play. Finally, I've just gathered some things outside of the kids' door and I'm camping out here to put an end to any funny business before it gets too far. Seems to be working so far. Hopefully we'll get back to a good pattern.

Juliet does funny things all the time. Here's one I remember. A conversation in the car today.

Juliet, "I want a pet, not a stuffed animal pet, I already have lots of stuffed animal pets."

Me, "Yeah, we're not getting a pet right now."

Juliet, "But Lyna has a pet, a real pet."

Me, "Yep, we can share with her."

Juliet, "But I want a pet."

Me, "You're really scared of cats and dogs (she is terrified!)"

Juliet, "I'm only scared of mean cats the bite little girls."