April 14th, 2003

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digitalambience came over yesterday. I showed him some Strongbad, which made him fall over laughing.

He has a girlfriend now. This is very cool. He sounds way happier with her than with any of the others.
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Every time I doubt, someone I know and trust comes and smacks my nose into it again.

Darkside cares about me. He really does. I know him, and he knows me. He's reserved and restrained, and doesn't show half of what he feels, not even to me. And what he does show is genuine.

He cares. He really does.

And he's not used to having a friend who isn't running away. He's not that evil and prickly. He's a nicer guy than he makes himself out to be, or really believes himself...

And he cares about me.

He doesn't patch just anyone's shields without verbal notice. He doesn't spend more than five minutes on the phone with just anyone. Hell, he doesn't spend time on the phone with anyone. He handles business calls as quickly as possible... and half an hour of talking, between the two of us, is a short conversation. He doesn't touch people often at all. And whose hair does he push out of her eyes? Certainly not Dawn's. I doubt he's so casually demonstrative with his mother, though she probably gets more initiated hugs from him.

He cares about me.

I'm having a hard time wrapping my mind around how very much it must be.
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Crashed out late last night. Had more dreams in the morning.

I am evidently loved. A lot.

's weird. I feel like I'm in two long-distance relationships. And two short-distance ones.
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Cute Religion Moments

I walked into class wearing my pale blue sun hat. Burns made a comment about an Easter bonnet. "I'm pagan!" I responded.

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Next up: visit ladies' room, brush hair, see what's up with the bike giveaway in the courtyard.

Then, attend IEEE meeting.

After that, go home, read textbooks.

No homework for Database. No lab due for Web, quite. Nothing to do for OO Analysis but read.

No school Friday thanks to the approaching Christian and government holiday. No school Thursday thanks to a teacher meeting thing.

4 day weekends r0x0r.
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Lunch, IEEE, and Little Fayoumis

I hit the IEEE meeting, which had two six-foot subs in place of the usual array of pizzas. Ham and cheese.

As I am only formally restricted in my diet to exclude pork in the general company of votania's family, I had some. Yum! Sandwiches are much of the Good.

One of the evening teachers presented about .NET, which was interesting. He was talking about classes that I haven't taken yet, for the meat of the presenation, but the happy programming stuff went over well.

Came home to find that, in the words of Teacher, Little Fayoumis "chose to use the word 'Bitch' today". Mommy had already washed out his mouth with soap.

Lunch is going to be interesting, I think. I wound up giving the fridge a leftover-inspection, and tossing one strip of meat, a container of mixed veggies, and the carrots and celery, which had molded in the veggie crisper. Oops. Little Fayoumis helped me relay the objects to the trash.

He did eat his no-thank-you helping of mixed corn and green beans all gone, with the aid of a liberal application of ketchup. Ketchup makes the whole world better. After that, he polished off another helping of leftover mac & cheese with hot-dog sausages. He was dubious, because he didn't want seconds on the veggies, but he didn't get those. No fuss, no bother, except for the visit to the bathroom in the middle of it. One of the reasons he's slow about doing some things is when he's not sure of the protocol on it, and doesn't want to get in trouble.

The method I taught him for knocking seems to be working. He knocks three times, then stops and listens and waits. Instead of yelling, "Open up!" he should call, "Is anyone home?" After waiting, he knocks a few more times. Then he waits again.

He had to go to the corner after lunch, briefly. I told him he could leave his dishes where they were, momentarily, because eris_raven was eating her lunch in the kitchen, and she runs away from her food if anyone walks close to her. So, of course, he goes and gets some toy cars... and walks into the kitchen, and Eris runs away from her food, and he scolds her for doing so.

He goes to the corner, as I had told him only a few minutes before to NOT go in the kitchen. He had not been listening.

He is learning about putting his toys down when he does something else. He has a habit of taking his toys, tucking them under his chin or something like that, and doing tasks sloppily because his focus is on not dropping his toys. I am teaching him to put his toys DOWN before doing stuff. I am also teaching him that "Put your toys down" never means "Throw that to the floor this instant". It means set them down on the table or put them away in your toy box. (If I mean "Throw that to the floor right now", I will say it. Explicitly.) If he does throw his toys to the floor, he gets grounded from the toy in question and cornered.

This time, when putting his dishes away, he tried the tuck-toy-under-chin trick. I asked him, "What do you do with your toys when you're doing something else?" and he said, "Oh," and put the cars in the toy box, put his dishes in the sink, then trotted back to get the toys and play.

It's a typical day, in other words.

(I have the habit of expanding on the usual events so Mommy doesn't miss out on them. It's the least I can do for her.)

He's playing quietly and happily in the West bedroom now. Next up on the agenda with him: teaching him about the bathroom fan so that the West bathroom does not always have the overpowering and abiding odor of stale piss. Men. I swear.
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Shoe Box

Made Little Fayoumis a shoe box, with holes punched into the side of a box and a shoelace threaded through it, for practicing lacing his shoes with. That way, he won't have to untie his own shoes to practice, since that leads to Immense Frustration, knots, and tripping.

He thinks it is terribly cool. He's going to bring it to school tomorrow for his sharing day.
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Bah: brokenness

LJ is being broken. I am being random, and picking up wherever it suits me. For the past two weeks I've been fairly well out-of-commission, so dirt and so forth have accumulated.

Therefore, am taking this opportunity to, you know, clean up.

So far, have removed winter coats on coat rack to closet, and have cycled summer raincoat out from closet. Looks much nicer. Have also been picking up random kid stuff and putting it appropriate places.

Must buy more food for the meows soon.
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If you can't beat 'em, outsmart 'em.

Little Fayoumis wanted to go work out with me. So I am making sure that household tasks are done first. Like, say, dishes. Or HOMEWORK. Which he should have done right after school.

*sigh* Kids.

Meanwhile, old coupons from the fridge have been duly thrown out, and I have gotten part of my IEEE magazine read.

His math homework has been troubleshot so that he may color it correctly.
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Homework, Oh Homework, I Hate You, You Stink

Little Fayoumis and his homework are having Issues with each other. Right now, his method of attacking the homework seems to be picking a number from the directions where you have to color the piece with each number a certain color, and needing to find a piece that has that number.

So far, so good.

But when there isn't a piece with that number? Total flip-out time. Well, not completely. He just looks for that number where it isn't, and colors something the wrong color. How fun.

Suffice to say, I have a headache.
Little Fayoumis, Nephew

Tag-team parenting

Ignoring most of the veggie drama is the best way to go. Whenever marxdarx and Little Fayoumis mix it up, it turns into High Drama. I advised Marx of this, so we both sat back, chilled, and ignored most of the faces that were being made, though when Little Fayoumis decided that he'd rather play with his ears and eyes than eat, he did wind up in the corner for a few minutes.

Lower the wall.

Telling him how much he likes it and so forth will only make it worse. Getting mad about it will make it worse. Issuing ultimatums is possibly the worst of all. Calmly recommending that he eat it, every now and then when he stops, and occasionally sending him to the corner if he gets too fussy about it, and re-serving the offending entree for another meal... that's what seems to be working. Acknowledging, in a calm voice, that I am getting mad about it, but not giving him the satisfaction of seeing me react... that seems to be a good plan these days too.

He had a small no-thank-you helping at lunch, with ketchup. He ate that after having some of the main course, and got more of that after. He understands that vegetables will give his body stuff it needs to grow, and I'm making a point of having at least relatively balanced meals for him. The lunch veggies were not an issue. He had them drenched in ketchup, and then had more of the main course.

Mmm, corn and green beans. I swear, after this batch of green beans are gone, NO MORE. We'll see for this next round if frozen green beans do any better.

Hm. Or maybe I can blenderize them, and sneak them into latkes with the potato.