I Believe

He believes in Santa Claus.
So I promise to keep the spirit of Christmas.

He believes in full body hugs and sticky kisses and snuggles.
So I promise to keep him warm and held.

He believes in tickles and chicken jokes and goofy faces.
So I promise to remember to make him smile.

He believes in popcorn in Momma's bed and late night cartoons.
So I promise to break the rules.

He believes in big splashes and sparkling bubbles and water guns.
So I promise to remember to get wet.

He believes I'm a princess.
So I promise to let him rescue me.

He believes in loud laughter and squeals and giggles.
So I promise to remember joy.

In everything.

Every day.

Because life is more than the lot we've been given.

It's what we believe.

And it's what we do with what we believe.

And I promise to remember that.

Because today...

tonight...

this very minute...

He believes in Santa Claus.

And that's all I need to know.

Merry Christmas,
#SpectrumMom

P.S.
Pic of my Boy. Which is also a pic of 100% pure, innocent, perfect belief.

<3
#iBelieve

Because, ornaments.

Happy Christmas!

Early.

Because there may not be ornaments left on the tree by Christmas.

So I'm taking pictures now.

<3
#SpectrumMom

HO HO HO And A Dead Olaf

Have you ever thought to yourself, in a calm, logical prose, "What a cute setup! We should totally take an impromptu snapshot in front of this sweet backdrop. We can use this as a Christmas picture!"

And then did your autistic child in a frantic, nonverbal parody, ever shoot right back with "Oooooh NO SHE DIDN'T."

Welp.

Here is a snapshot of our "Oh no she didn't" moment at Target's Frozen backdrop photo op.

After my Boy knocked over the whole display.

And before he dropped to the ground and punched poor Olaf to death.

Ho Ho Ho. (Sobs)

<3
#SpectrumMom

#DearLordHelpUs
#AnyoneWantToBuyAGentlyPummeledOlaf?