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art nun with son
Oct. 12th, 2014 11:46 pmYesterday I lived up to my username and took my son to the Pop Departures exhibit at the Seattle Art Museum. Yeah, they had to have the usual suspects like Lichtenstein & Warhol, but it was a mind-expanding experience for me as well as m'boy. Go see it if you're local.
He seems to be making more of an effort to keep it together and function executively, especially since that last IEP meeting, but he's still not quite there yet. His pockets are a breeding ground for entropy, but at least he empties them now before putting his clothes in the basket.
I may have found part of the answer to why he stays up so late and needs to be dynamited out of bed: he catnaps. I caught him doing it early yesterday evening. Sure enough, when I got him out of bed at 0900 this morning, he said he got to sleep around 0130. I'm sure his mother will be thrilled to learn that she needs to police that in addition to everything else he does. I've got nothing against weird sleep habits per se, but if they're getting in the way of his school, they have to go.
Oh: he blew off Friday night with me to go to a high school football game with the neighbor boys and do a school assignment with friends the next day. Some (quasi-)divorced parents might have objected, but since he's hardly done anything social on his own initiative much less had any friends his whole life, Aspiring Ex & I agreed that this was a most welcome development and we should let it be. I could have shaken my booty on my unexpected free night, but I wasn't feeling it - too tired.
First zappy in four weeks today, due to poor Ms. Zappy's pinched nerve. She says she's going to get some professional ergonomics advice, which I believe she sorely needs, pun so not intended. Even with the long break and my being late due to walking around the lake with the Wendling this morning, she still nearly cleared my face & neck. Maybe I won't be able to fill a four-hour session by the end of the year.
In general I try not to get captured by TV shows, but I just spent this evening watching the first two episodes of Magnificent Century (Muhteşem Yüzyıl), a Turkish soap opera based on the life of Suleiman the Magnificent in the 16th century. Come for the costumes; stay for the cute leading lady who bears an uncanny (to me) resemblance to Drew Barrymore.
He seems to be making more of an effort to keep it together and function executively, especially since that last IEP meeting, but he's still not quite there yet. His pockets are a breeding ground for entropy, but at least he empties them now before putting his clothes in the basket.
I may have found part of the answer to why he stays up so late and needs to be dynamited out of bed: he catnaps. I caught him doing it early yesterday evening. Sure enough, when I got him out of bed at 0900 this morning, he said he got to sleep around 0130. I'm sure his mother will be thrilled to learn that she needs to police that in addition to everything else he does. I've got nothing against weird sleep habits per se, but if they're getting in the way of his school, they have to go.
Oh: he blew off Friday night with me to go to a high school football game with the neighbor boys and do a school assignment with friends the next day. Some (quasi-)divorced parents might have objected, but since he's hardly done anything social on his own initiative much less had any friends his whole life, Aspiring Ex & I agreed that this was a most welcome development and we should let it be. I could have shaken my booty on my unexpected free night, but I wasn't feeling it - too tired.
First zappy in four weeks today, due to poor Ms. Zappy's pinched nerve. She says she's going to get some professional ergonomics advice, which I believe she sorely needs, pun so not intended. Even with the long break and my being late due to walking around the lake with the Wendling this morning, she still nearly cleared my face & neck. Maybe I won't be able to fill a four-hour session by the end of the year.
In general I try not to get captured by TV shows, but I just spent this evening watching the first two episodes of Magnificent Century (Muhteşem Yüzyıl), a Turkish soap opera based on the life of Suleiman the Magnificent in the 16th century. Come for the costumes; stay for the cute leading lady who bears an uncanny (to me) resemblance to Drew Barrymore.
