I am awesome. That is pretty much all I can say about me.
My son is awesome too. This weekend, I assessed his ASL skills to determine if he was ready for more vocabulary. He crushed the test. It was pretty easy tho, only a demonstration of the few key words I had been trying to teach him to see if he was understanding them. He is. Now that we are seeing some progress, I've gotta talk to his teacher, and his PCAs to bring them up to speed, and decide on some new words to add to his vocabulary. He knows Eat, Drink, Diaper Change, and More. I also taught him High Five, Rock On, Fist Bump, Spock, and Deuces. Okay, so maybe that last group isn't in the "real" ASL word library, but he's my kid, he's gotta know the important stuff.
Still no word from his mom. Suits me, but I worry about how he's going to take it. Will he think she didn't care? Does she? Fuck if I know. And that's gonna be a tough question to deal with later. Meanwhile I just hope he isn't bothered by it. She wasn't there, and hasn't been since he was two (four years ago), but before we moved, I tried to make regular visits to see her folks and give her side a chance to see him. Couple of months ago, I tried passing along the message that our child support worker needed some info from her. She promptly freaked the fuck out, and decided to block me on facebook and I haven't heard from her since. Personally, fuck her, I couldn't care less, she's a piece of shit human being anyway, but Rayne deserves more. He's the only one hurt by her bullshit. And for that, she can fuck broken glass.
In other news, my car decided to wait until I had spent the last of my tax return, and then lose its brakes. And apparently, the bearings in the rear wheels are going. Yay. But I love my car, so I'm getting her put back together again. My bank hates me, and my rent may be a few days late, but she's worth it.
I am awesome. That is pretty much all I can say about me.
My son is awesome too. This weekend, I assessed his ASL skills to determine if he was ready for more vocabulary. He crushed the test. It was pretty easy tho, only a demonstration of the few key words I had been trying to teach him to see if he was understanding them. He is. Now that we are seeing some progress, I've gotta talk to his teacher, and his PCAs to bring them up to speed, and decide on some new words to add to his vocabulary. He knows Eat, Drink, Diaper Change, and More. I also taught him High Five, Rock On, Fist Bump, Spock, and Deuces. Okay, so maybe that last group isn't in the "real" ASL word library, but he's my kid, he's gotta know the important stuff.
Still no word from his mom. Suits me, but I worry about how he's going to take it. Will he think she didn't care? Does she? Fuck if I know. And that's gonna be a tough question to deal with later. Meanwhile I just hope he isn't bothered by it. She wasn't there, and hasn't been since he was two (four years ago), but before we moved, I tried to make regular visits to see her folks and give her side a chance to see him. Couple of months ago, I tried passing along the message that our child support worker needed some info from her. She promptly freaked the fuck out, and decided to block me on facebook and I haven't heard from her since. Personally, fuck her, I couldn't care less, she's a piece of shit human being anyway, but Rayne deserves more. He's the only one hurt by her bullshit. And for that, she can fuck broken glass.
In other news, my car decided to wait until I had spent the last of my tax return, and then lose its brakes. And apparently, the bearings in the rear wheels are going. Yay. But I love my car, so I'm getting her put back together again. My bank hates me, and my rent may be a few days late, but she's worth it.
My son is awesome too. This weekend, I assessed his ASL skills to determine if he was ready for more vocabulary. He crushed the test. It was pretty easy tho, only a demonstration of the few key words I had been trying to teach him to see if he was understanding them. He is. Now that we are seeing some progress, I've gotta talk to his teacher, and his PCAs to bring them up to speed, and decide on some new words to add to his vocabulary. He knows Eat, Drink, Diaper Change, and More. I also taught him High Five, Rock On, Fist Bump, Spock, and Deuces. Okay, so maybe that last group isn't in the "real" ASL word library, but he's my kid, he's gotta know the important stuff.
Still no word from his mom. Suits me, but I worry about how he's going to take it. Will he think she didn't care? Does she? Fuck if I know. And that's gonna be a tough question to deal with later. Meanwhile I just hope he isn't bothered by it. She wasn't there, and hasn't been since he was two (four years ago), but before we moved, I tried to make regular visits to see her folks and give her side a chance to see him. Couple of months ago, I tried passing along the message that our child support worker needed some info from her. She promptly freaked the fuck out, and decided to block me on facebook and I haven't heard from her since. Personally, fuck her, I couldn't care less, she's a piece of shit human being anyway, but Rayne deserves more. He's the only one hurt by her bullshit. And for that, she can fuck broken glass.
In other news, my car decided to wait until I had spent the last of my tax return, and then lose its brakes. And apparently, the bearings in the rear wheels are going. Yay. But I love my car, so I'm getting her put back together again. My bank hates me, and my rent may be a few days late, but she's worth it.