Photo by Vlastula
We built the boy his own computer over the winter break. Cobbled together from pieces donated by friends, bought on sale, and all assembled with a fair bit of elbow grease, it’s a fairly beefy Minecraft machine, and it plays his new favorite game, BeamNG.drive.
He’s been getting up in the mornings and going straight to the computer. He can’t log in—I know the password, I am the gatekeeper—but I’m fine with him playing a little before school, so I’ll groggily unlock it for him, and then go make coffee, lunches, etc.Continue reading
“Why was today so rough, buddy?”
He’s sprawled out in bed, shirtless as usual. I scratch and rub his back and massage his scalp. It’s one of the few things he will almost always ask nicely for and not demand outright.
It was a trying weekend here. The kids got sick one after another and, as has been the case since he was the tiniest of creatures, Liam doesn’t deal with being sick very well. Since we got back from Quebec he’s been having trouble sleeping–more than usual–including waking up at 4am, then 5am, then 6am… sleeping on his bed, our bed, the top bunk, the floor. 4am breakdowns are a league of their own.