So, what am I up to with the new "behaviour" curve we took before Christmas?
After consulting with my big sister, a mother of a teenage boy; I realised the need for a lot more exercise for my growing boy. Der! you say.
Apparently it is well documented that adolescent boys need regular exercise or they start to exhibit aggression. And in the dark afternoons of December we lost the habit.
When I was 11 I lived in the country so for exercise I would:
Ride my horse, ride my bike, play complicated chasing games involving boys taking my hat and putting it up a tree, (what was that about?) climbing trees to get my hat back (I'm an excellent climber) forming gangs and making huts, raiding and eventually knocking down other gang's huts while simultaneously trying to defend ours;
and, since it was 1980; disco dancing.
Seriously - imagine a darkened century old school hall with colored cellophane over a few lights and a p.a system playing "I was made for loving you babee, you were made for loving meeeee, I can't get enough of you babee, can you get enough of meee?"
(I believe I kissed Justin Tuddenham also age 11 to this song, I wonder does he remember me?)
My kids autism (with regard to safety and social play) and good taste (with regard to disco) precludes that. So here's Boo in a Wicklow Hotel leisure and fitness club, wearing his hat so he can get a Pepsi after his swim.
Seems to be workin' so far.