Jingle bells... not until December!

The festive season is upon us once again.

The Lodger was banned from talking about Christmas until December 1st and it was purely selfish on our part in saving our sanity.  What we didn't expect was that The Lodger would take this new rule to the extreme.

If we were out and about in November, we would inevitably stumble across Christmas themed decorations. I don't think many children would stand there pointing at them and shaking their heads saying "O no, take it down. It's too early. Mum close your eyes. You'll be so cross if you see it!"

When Santa's grotto appeared in the local shopping centre, he was on his way to talk to the security man to tell him to remove it. If there were fines to be handed out for premature Christmas decorations, The Lodger would have made a fortune!! 

It was like walking around with a mini Grinch. Though, in all honesty, a mini Grinch who 100% loves Christmas. 

Letter to Santa

The 1st December could not come fast enough. 

"How many days are left?"

"Are we in the new month now?"

We'd wake up to the sounds of his sweet voice singing "Jingle bells, jingle bells all the way to Christmas!" However, little did we know, poor Walter would quickly be given out to. 

"Walter, do not sing Christmas songs! It is not time yet!"

He'd catch us mentioning Christmas and we'd be in trouble,

"Mum, no sticker for you!"

He checked the calendar "O no, no new picture yet."

Finally, "Mum, it is here! Now, is it Christmas tomorrow???"

I thank the creator of the advent calendar. This year the Lodger has a wooden train one to open. However, being the thinker that he is, he did ask,

"Mum, if I open all the doors today, will it be Christmas tomorrow?"

He's starting to think cleverly about many topics now.  Over the summer, his cousin lost her tooth, so there was great excitement about the tooth fairy. The Lodger, of course, had many questions about it.

Before going to sleep one night, he called me as I was walking down the stairs.

"Mum, come quick!"

I rushed back up... in a panic! 

"Everything ok?" I asked.

"Look, Mum, I have a wobbly hand. The tooth fairy needs to come tonight!" he exclaimed as he shook and wobbled his hand in front of me.

You've got to give it to him. It's a clever way of thinking.

The Lodger was asked to clean up his toys and quick as a flash he replied: "Sorry I can't, my hand is on holidays!"

Inwardly, I applaud my son for his quick thinking. I really didn't believe he would ever be so witty and funny. 

PWS can make you think that things will be a certain way, that there won't be a wonderful personality but that couldn't be more wrong. The Lodger as always continues to surprise us. As the saying goes, he may have PWS but it is definitely not him!

One of his very first therapists asked us what did we want for him in the future? When your little baby is 6 months old, it's a question that stumps you.

She smiled and suggested

"You want him to meet his maximum potential in every aspect of life!"

It's an answer that still rings true today!

Jingle the elf!