Om Nom

For a while now, we’ve been trying to get the Monster to broaden what he eats.  As I’ve mentioned multiple times, it gets a little tiresome when the only thing he’s willing to eat at home for dinner is pizza, with the occasional chicken nugget.

(Which is probably a little unfair, since he will eat chicken fingers if we’re out at dinner at a restaurant, and is still generally willing to have a hot dog at the ballpark.  But still, by and large, our weekly routine has started to include a stop at a pizza joint to get some for him, so we don’t have to cook it ourselves.) Continue reading

Dans Un Zoo, Je Suppose

We ended up with some pretty nice weather this weekend, so it was an occasion for us to actually make something of our copious unstructured time and find some… structure.

To be fair, this hasn’t generally been a problem for us this vacation – the Monster’s been at “School Day Out” at the JCC for two of the three weekdays that we’ve been off (they weren’t holding it on Christmas), and he’ll be at it for most of this coming week as well (again, closed on New Year’s Day).  But it’s something to do, and we have the membership to the zoo anyway, so… off we went. Continue reading

One Little Candle

Hanukkah’s ending tonight, but I’m considering it a victory so far.

It’s not that I think that the Monster understands what the holiday is about, or that he looks forward to the holiday coming through.  Or that he’s really getting the blessings down in a manner that’s going to survive to next year’s recitation.

No, this year’s victory is that he’s not trying to blow out the candles. Continue reading

What’s the Goal?

So in my last post, I made my comments about MSSNG, Autism Speaks’ new initiative with Google to try to foster more research on the genetic side of the Autism equation, as it were.  And then this morning, in my twitter feed, I saw an article that did, at least, clarify for me what folks’ problem (or one problem, at least) is with the whole thing.

It’s the question of the goal of this research. Continue reading

MSSNG The Point

Last week, Autism Speaks announced a new initiative – MSSNG – that’s aimed at throwing more research at Autism in hopes of understanding the disorder better.  For those who have checked out the site, they have a snappy video and some links to news about the initiative, as well as a brief explanation of the matter.

Or… you could be listening on Twitter for the folks who are squealing about how evil this whole thing is.

And the latter group is missing the point.

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A Hand

I don’t remember how I found out that I was right-handed.

Then again, I don’t think most of you out there, reading this, quite remember how you found out that you were right- or left-handed.  Most of us just seem to accept it as a natural course of how the universe works, and we go on about our lives, adapting as need be.  I happen to be right-handed, just as the skip on my curling team is a lefty (which makes for interesting options strategy-wise sometimes.  The amazing difference slight changes of angle makes…)

The Monster, though, can’t tell us which hand feels more natural to use. Continue reading

Winter Breakage

We’re about three weeks away from the winter break here, and we’re trying to figure out what to do with the Monster.

Normally, winter break would be a time for him to just kind of chill at home – at least, that’s what I used to do when I was his age.  A nice two weeks away from the classroom and from homework (well, maybe not wholly away from homework) and time to recharge the batteries.  And if I was lucky, perhaps to play in the snow as well. Continue reading

No Más

So, we’re trying to stem the tide here with the constant influx of pizza.

The Monster, most nights, has a slice of pizza or two for dinner.  I know of other kids who work the same way, but it’s a problem honestly when we have to think about whether or not we have any in the house.  And it’s not like he doesn’t eat anything else – when we’re out at a restaurant, he’ll have chicken fingers, or the occasional hamburger, or a hotdog… but not at home. Continue reading