Like the World Needs Another Blog

It doesn't. But that hasn't stopped a gazillion other bloggers, so why should it stop me?

So as the Christmas season kicks off, I'm in the kitchen, listening to carols on the radio and rolling out cookie dough balls. Only one problem. Iain, my 5-year-old son who has autism, is onto me. Moving as steathfully as a slightly chubby, noisy little boy can move, he sidles past me, sneaks up behind, and lurches for the bowl of dough. Fending him off requires moves of Ninja-like precision and delicate timing. Neither of which I have. I snatch at the bowl. He wins. Grabs a handful of dough, scoots off.
Iain's new thing is feeding the dog. We are soon to have the fattest dog in the state. Which is saying a lot, because this is a big state. And the dog is big to begin with. Iain follows Kirby (that's the dog, not a vacuum, in case you're wondering) around with a bowl of dog food, or, like this evening, a cup of MILK, (yes, milk!) and feeds the poor animal 'til he must be stuffed. When Kirby finally stops eating, Iain will reposition the bowl in front of him again and again, as if the problem is not that Kirby is about to explode, but rather, that Kirby hasn't yet seen his fourth bowl of dog food in an evening.