...but you can't take them anywhere.
We went to my in-laws for Thanksgiving. It was pretty good. Jimmy actually started saying "sad" on the way up. Turns out it was his way of telling us he had to go to the bathroom - the whole "Dry pants happy/Wet pants sad" thing. He managed not to have an accident though.
When we got there, things went pretty well. Jimmy was not interested in joining us at the dinner table, but Jacob did. Jacob also manage to strip naked and run through the house before I managed to get him cornered and clothed again. I also crashed out on the couch for an hour, a rare occassion since I had extra hands to help.
After my in-laws, we went to my stepdad's sister's home for dessert. It was nice to see everyone again, even so soon after the funeral. They are lovely people. But it was pursuit mode of both boys, with my mom, husband, and I rotating. Potty success, a nice visit, but it ended with a very overstimulated Jacob pulling the towel rod off the wall in the half bath. I was suitably mortified and apologetic. She was lovely as always, but I am still embarrassed.
I have said it before - Jimmy may be autistic, but my normal kid is just killing me.
Tomorrow, I am banishing Jacob to daycare and taking Jimmy with me to meet my mom at the mall for shopping. We are going to practice toileting and walking while holding hands. I don't think it will be that crazy - I am looking forward to a day with just him.
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