Yes - that's the title of my blog.

Any R&B fans out there will recognize this little tune from the radio. About a man who enters a very classy establishment and meets his future baby mama....or something like that. It takes on a whole new meaning around here...............

Obsessions in autism come and go. The Rock will get hung up on one thing, and the next week that will go away and he'll be onto something else. Thank God his obsession with his wee-wee is on it's way out. We told him to get his hands out of his pants about 897 times a day. Imagine having your kid yell out "ROCK - DON'T TOUCH YOUR WEINER!!!" in a Barnes and Noble. You know how quiet that place is. Good stuff.

Lately his new obsession looks like this: "Rock - get dressed!" Running footsteps. Tackle mom. Gets dressed for school in an outfit that has been painstakingly picked out and ironed for him. My philosphy = if your autistic kid dresses cute and keeps a low profile, he may actually be able to make it in life. We go through all the steps, snaps, and buckles and he is ready to go. "Rock, let's go". From wherever he is in the house, he appears - naked as a jaybird. He has been in a secret hiding place taking his clothes off and on for the past 30 minutes. Now we are going to be 15 minutes late as I manhandle him back into his clothes. He insists on wearing them inside out now. What the heck - we've got to go.

Super. weird. kid.

Choose your battles.

One thing the Rock will always have - personal style. Maybe he'll start all the trends at school. Or maybe he'll just get the crap beat out of him. I'm ready for this obsession to end, but kind of afraid what the next one will be.

I'd welcome a cleaning obsession.........give that kid an old toothbrush and some Comet and let him go to town on the tile........