look at me still talking when there's science to do

a good, if domestic day. Emiliy was here yesterday while I went to my consultation with the oral surgeon: while i was gone she cleaned the apartment. and today she came back to help organize things, so she organized some of my yarn and now my spices are alphabetized in an organized fashion and the built in cabinet is organized and clean and i labelled and organized all of my staples (rice and dried beans and different kinds of flour and stuff) in dymo-labelled plastic seventies tupperware canisters i got on ebay and big yogurt containers (until i can get more tupperware canisters) It's beautiful and I can find everything and i'm so grateful i could cry. the apartment is almost where i want it now (i need wall art and small shelves for things and maybe a bigger dining room table) but i will take pictures when i get more camera batteries.

seaners went to the park with emily for an hour or so and they met one of his school friends there. he pushed himself on the swings for ages (and then he'd stop for a little bit and sign 'more' to himself and start up again. dork)

and then he came home and used the potty, and now we're watching planet earth. the end.

i'm exhausted - i think i'm getting sick; but i'm very, very happy. and i have wonderful friends. and a pretty damn good kid.

I woke up with my left hand in a random claw shape and my left shoulder (lesser extent the elbow) screaming at me for a multitude of imagined sins. The hand was comforted by some stretches, and the new heating pad (which largely rocks because it has moist and dry heat and therapy settings so it can shut itself off after a certain amount of time, but best of all it has strings to tie it to various parts of your body so you can actually keep it where it needs to be - HIGHLY recommended - it's made by Softheat, amazon has their products here.

Nifty things for the day:
joe_pike_junior (who is pretty awesome himself) posted illusions of steepness and height and how the brain handles them.

Also, someone asked me if they could translate one of my femmeslash fics (smoke: cuddy/stacy, post-infarction, angsty for me anyway, rated r-ish) into Russian. I was amazed and intrigued, so I said "hey, sure!". I know a few of you read some russian: the entry is here.

Kid has the day off. Kid is being astonishingly good *touch wood* these days. Many of my chores and writings are being interrupted with hug-and-kiss breaks. Sadly had to postpone the Children's Museum trip with the_misha, tiggrrl and their wee sproglet due to elevator outage on this end. (it's being intermittently weird, getting stuck between floors. No one knows why. They generally have a one-day turn around these days but it fell apart Saturday morning.)

Found out at IEP meeting how awesome he is at eating with a spoon; gave him some tapioca-thickened pudding (because ricemilk does not thicken) and he managed it without making a gigantic mess. Also handwashing, some progress on toilet training, putting on and taking off shoes and to a lesser amount coat. (question to the masses: i would like to buy him a couple zipper pulls (you know the things that attach to the zippers?). anyone know of a place to get kid-useable (ie: not fancy/decorative, more utilitarian) ones?

They are working on the pressing-buttons issue also, with something called IntelliKeys, which his vision teacher somewhat explained (buttons that can be programmed to make different sounds, etc.) In search of Sean-adaptable (ie: sounds more than visuals) computer games that can be adapted with a switch, so if you know of anything (maybe nihilistech? machineplay? gizmometer?) give me a shout.

Okay, shoulder is settling into at least quieter bitchiness. Gotta get a few things done. <3 I hope you're all well and as happy as you can be today.