The Cookbook Junkies

Just a quick post.

Years ago when Jim and I would sing along to the radio to songs – any songs…we’d make up lyrics for parts we didn’t know – or couldn’t understand or we thought was funny.

One of these was – Feliz Navidad. The song’s lyrics are:

Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Prospero Año y Felicidad.

We’d sing…

Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Somethin’ in Spanish that we don’t know…

I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas…

Well apparently Andrew has picked up our bad habit – he thinks the song really does contain: Somethin’ in Spanish that we don’t know instead of Prospero Ano y Felicidad.

7:30 Friday morning – he’s singing the Hartin version in the living room.

I screwed up big time using three little words.

Andrew has been so obsessed with death and heaven lately. Last night while reading (we read every night without fail for at least thirty minutes), I had a massive headache. I mentioned to him that my head really hurt and to stop fidgeting around. He said, “Are you going to die?” I said, “No.” (At least not that night).

I read a few more lines. Andrew asks, “When you die, will you go to heaven?”. I said, “I hope so.” As soon as those three words were out of my mouth I knew I had f’d up and royally. “If you don’t go to heaven, where else would you go?”

It isn’t enough that my five year old Asperger’s inflicted son worries about everything under the sun, I have to add to his ever increasing list of worries and anxieties.

I tried to explain that heaven was a wonderful place full of light and love and our family is there. Then I said to the best of my ability that there is another place that really evil, mean people go. It’s dark and not very pleasant. To which he replied, “But mommy sometimes I’m mean.”

I had to spend thirty minutes assuring him he could never be THAT mean.

(I had this in a comment but it helps explain Andrew a little better.) Monday we arrive at therapy at Hofstra University(we go to three sessions a week, one individual, two group) – I pulled in a spot and a sign said “Visitors Only Violators Will Be Towed”…he almost started hyperventilating. “Mommy, please, please, please back out and find another spot”. (He’s been reading since 3 1/2). Even though I told him we were a visitor and not a student and we were okay – he couldn’t calm down until I moved. If we make a wrong turn when driving and someone slips up and says “oops we went the wrong way” – he becomes so worried “are we lost? are we lost?” He has finally stopped worrying about the “evil woman”. Sometimes things take weeks/months to pass – sometimes days. It’s a crap shoot

Tonight at book time he was extra nervous – kept sitting up. “Andrew what is wrong.”

“I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“That dark place.”

Three little words.

I calmed him down. We said our prayers and said a long prayer for the souls in Haiti.

Half a dozen.

Wow.

Now I know how Pioneer Woman feels.

LOL

I’ve been wanting to post why my “blog name” is Andrew’s Mom — some of you may relate. Before Andrew – I was always Jenny (even with Bryan when he was little years ago – I was Jenny because I worked and didn’t get to do all the wonderful things I can do now).

When Andrew and I started Mommy & Me classes, I was Andrew’s Mom to all the other kids, at the park “Andrew’s Mom”….so that made me choose the log in name Andrew’s Mom.

My g-mail and twitter accounts are “IcyWit” because at one of my first jobs – Ralph Kalish – a wonderful man and lawyer told me I had an “icy wit” that I was funny and sharp and could be mean. He also told me that I gave looks that could turn someone to stone. I kinda liked that. So all my sign in names have been Icywit.

Now I’ll have to enter the Witness Protection Program.