Connected and Committed

Bringing out the big guns

Little Man came home yesterday from summer day camp with a dilemma: a girl was starting to taunt him about not knowing how to do anything and not having any friends.

The camp counselors said they were doing their best to keep the two apart, which is nice, but it was time to bring in the big guns: Abraham.

We have been listening to Abraham recordings together, Little Man and I, for about six years, so this personal, resonating event was the perfect catalyst to bring all the messages home for him, so they made sense in a context he could grasp.

Since he is an Aspie boy, there are things he can't do, and there are people who don't see the value in hanging out with him.

But there also are people who do. And he knows that what this girl is saying isn't true.

Now to work on the idea that there is nothing to defend. Only what our egos like to make us think there is, cuz there's juice there.

So our discussion on the topic of what to "do" in the face of this perceived onslaught ranged from understanding what might be going on in someone's life to prompt them to say and do things that are hurtful to someone else, to the concept of killing someone with kindness.

Sending them love and light, even when it's hard to do.

And maybe, just maybe, it might turn out that he and she are friends by the end of the summer.

Stranger things have happened.

Can't wait to hear tonight how things went. 

little man portrait

beast wars part 1 and 2

Here you go

These are here because Glubble allows one to click on links within YouTube and go onto undesired pages. Sorry, Little Man, but this is the compromise.

arrow boy

oh, the baby steps it took to get here, and blissmonger beads

Oh, the baby steps it took to get here. He even wanted to take her for a walk - can you imagine?

And here, again, baby steps. I can't wait to get home every night to try something new.

gq dude

sick

Little man's immune system is getting walloped this week. I am the first line of defense as dad is on vacation - nice timing, eh? So posts are few and far between at the moment.

watch me, mom

Elmer, the mastodon

new art

cockles of my heart

There is something about the sight of anyone holding a book and walking from some activity to another, rapt in the plot or the narrative of what's printed on those pages so much so that they can't tear themselves from its orbit and rejoin what's going no around them, that makes me smile. But something about seeing a young person, under the age of 20, say, doing this really warms the cockles of my heart. That was Little Man yesterday, walking from the library to the car. What made it even sweeter was that he requested the excursion and understood the gravity of the mission since the place was due to close in half an hour. They had the requisite title, however, and all was well in reader land. Ahhhhhhhh.

walkin'

little man

hey, you culinary cats and kittens!

The beginnings of salmon en pappilote.

Cookin' it up right.

It's all in the presentation - note the sliced limes and the cilantro butter.

 

It's "Fork in the Road!"

little man

Little man is here for a stretch, and we are scouring the known universe for stuff to do in the afternoons. This is what we found yesterday:

Little man walks into the room and in front of the projector lens, and viola! the magic of science. 

Way cool.

And then there is the obligatory lesson on the food pyramid:

Ew.

from a bumper sticker

A photo of the White House, followed by:

"How many years til 2008?"