Last weekend must have been the toughest parenting week for us. Details I choose to withhold for now but as the cliche goes, all’s well that ends well. To cut the story short some small kid is grounded and so we’re all back to basics at home. Checkers, dominoes, and Jenga are ongoing favorites.
This afternoon Marcus asked again if the Jenga blocks could be eaten, and out of boredom I complied and searched for it on MyFitnessPal. Guess what, the app has an entry. A Jenga block is one calorie. No kidding. I don’t know now if which one is weird, me thinking of trying a Jenga block or me surviving another Sharknado movie on Netflix.
Mood: 3/10 Honks! (I can’t wait myself for this video games ban to end.)
Step in their shoes. Immerse. That’s what I did in the recent weeks to learn more about this game our son loves to play. One day, finding nothing to do before I hit the bed coming from night shift, I logged in on Xbox live while our son was still in dreamland. I played Fornite Battle Royale, solo mode.
The first time was awkward. I was playing against 100 other players somewhere around the globe and I felt like I was the oldest noob. But I had my beginner’s luck. There was a do or die moment when I met a player eye to eye while he was hunkered down a staircase. He appeared as scared as I was only that he was weaponless. I eliminated him and it made me happy but guilty. I can’t be a real soldier I guess.
Then there was another day I saw my son’s frequent playmate online and he invited “him” to join their party. Their voices reveal they’re kids. Again, I was in the midst of young but better players. It was a good thing our Xbox doesn’t have mic so they mustn’t have known my identity. My moves likely made them smell something’s fishy though. “Is that Marcus?” a voice asked. I was slow and clumsy with the stairs build and that almost blew my cover. Embarrassing.
That’s what makes going online scary. There’s that risk of interacting with the wrong people and finding something that could be offending especially for the young kids. Latest case in point is the Roblox mess. The challenge to monitor online activities of our kids nowadays is getting tougher.
But there are fascinating stories and coincidences too. Like today, curious who our son is playing with, my wife researched and, by the power of the internet, found them.
What’s more interesting is that she was not only able to see the faces behind the names but she also discovered something more. The kid who became our son’s first online friend also has the same condition. Both of them has muscular dystrophy. Wifey and the kid’s mother are also part of an online support group for parents with children who has DMD. Who knew there’s more to finding golden chests and llamas on Fortnite?
Marcus is still asleep and we can’t wait to tell him the news.
Mood: 2/10 Honks! (My pull-up hands need to rest. It’s all cracked up.)
It’s been weeks since the monsoon rains have stopped Marcus from getting his regular Friday physical therapy. Opportunities to get him out of the house and away from his video games every weekend have been much harder. Yesterday weather permits but instead of going to the malls we frequent, we decided to go to SM Mall of Asia (MOA) instead with Marcus and I having our own secret goal: visit Ikea.
It was a two-hour drive slowed further by weekend traffic at the SLEX and Skyway expressways plus intermittent heavy rains. The sky cleared when we reached MOA via Entertainment City exit and it appeared then we could move around SM by the bay when the mall gets stuffy for Marcus.
Still clueless of what we’re about to discover, we pushed through finding Ikea. While having dinner at Pound by Todd English I checked online and read that Ikea is between MOA Arena and SMX. Next plan was getting there as soon as we have our tickets for Mission Impossible: Fallout and when drizzling has stopped.
I began to feel suspicious and stupid when I realized I must have skipped some details on the news about Ikea opening in the Philippines. Three security guards later, the last we asked said, “Yan malamang sir (That must be it.)” He was pointing to a still empty fenced block right outside of the mall. Sucks. It was a matter of will open versus is open. With only one short crane sticking out of that place, I don’t believe we’ll see an Ikea store this year.
The latest Mission Impossible sequel was a disappointment. It’s overrated and hyped. It’s like one of those films with trailers that are a whole lot better than the movies. My wife and I were dozing on and off but Marcus said he enjoyed it although I know it would’ve been a better experience for him if we watched it in a cinema with stable reclining seats.
We should have just watched the free Okada fountain show.
Wheelchair access Bows and Boos
Jollibee staffs at MOA Entertainment Hall who made sure Marcus and his wheelchair get a space.
Pound by Todd English staffs who accommodated us despite the tight setup of their restaurant. Burgers were surprisingly affordable and great too.
Restroom staffs who kept the PWD area clean.
Okada tour bus attendant who entertained our questions and promised to get Marcus prioritized.
SM Mall of Asia south parking building elevators were already unavailable when we got out of the cinema past 12 midnight. Someone parked in the same area had to find security guards to get it back running. Not cool.
For something to be resolved, the root cause must be recognized, and it has to be either fixed permanently, if not controlled. This must be my week’s theme. A year ago, thanks once more to Timehop, I realized all my efforts to lose weight were going nowhere. I ate less, I worked out, I ran but all were in vain. Something was stopping my desired progress.
A picture of my mobile personal drawer reveals I packed to work bread loaves, bananas, crackers, protein powder, and eggs (in small blue container). All seem the ideal weight loss food, or so I thought. Few more days later I’d discover some of these contribute to my weight loss plateau. Do you recognize the errant food? I’ll reveal it when I reach my first year of using MyFitnessPal.
Saw this Tweet on Facebook (?) and I couldn’t agree more with the message. We recently had a long talk, over my sleepy state coming straight from work, with our son to remind him that there would days when we stop being friends with him. It is when we wear our parent’s hat and call him out when we need to so he grows up as a good person instead of a brat who knows no direction, observes no manners, and respects no rules. Frankly speaking, I hate such parenting talks but it has to be done. Sometimes we just have to dare be hated if it’s what it takes to remain in control. If only some leaders realize this too.
Mood: 2/10 Honks! (Wifey stopped looking like Shrek. I can work again.)
When Marcus was smaller he almost got stuck in a cinema seat when the foldable chair tilted back in place. Since then he would hesitate to be seated alone for fear of falling in the gap once more. So it did come as a surprise when he immediately loved the first time he experienced watching a movie in a stable and comfy recliner seat. It was back in 2016 in California. It was a Star Wars film.
With our recent preference to avoid Alabang traffic we discovered that Cinema 3 of Solenad in Nuvali also offers such luxurious seats. For P400+ (approx USD7) per person it’s a win-win regardless if I like the movie or not. The recliners make comfy beds when boredom or effect of graveyard shift takes over.
Two days ago we found a better movie deal. Uptown Mall in BGC has what they call ultra cinema which likewise offers recliner seats except that for almost the same price tickets already include refillable snacks of soda and popcorn. Take note, refillable. Soda. Popcorn. Besides the regular buttons to control the seat’s positions, there’s a summon button for the attendant when snacks run out. Thankfully that didn’t happen and our Incredibles 2 started and ended without interruption. Sort of.
Coming out of a short nap, thanks to the spicy Scott PNC burger and the free cheese popcorn and 500ml Coke, I had to excuse myself for a pee break. But what did I miss? None. Not only that the cinema’s toilet is clean, it also has speakers that play clearly the movie’s audio. I could have stayed longer in there and wouldn’t have missed any except watching Mr. Incredible play regular parent for the most part of the movie. This is how all cinemas should be like.
We stayed for three days and two nights in F1 Hotel Manila, BGC to celebrate our 19th wedding anniversary. The hotel was average and our room is similar to what we had in A Venue Hotel wherein there’s a separate room from the suite’s receiving area.
It’s not an issue that the bathroom didn’t have a tub but it took time for housekeeping to provide a chair for Marcus to use while taking a shower. So his first shower was done seated on the floor. Lesson learned for us: bring our own monobloc chair next time.
The hotel has three pools but the lap pool was under maintenance. Two options left weren’t really good and pool area was quite tight considering Marcus has a wheelchair.
A couple of treadmills in the gym were also down. Towels aren’t readily available unlike in Acacia Hotel. I had good sessions though and what kept me going back was what I like the most in this hotel.
What the hotel lacks in its room and service, it makes up for in its breakfast buffet. F1 Hotel Manila serves remarkable food. I liked everything I had on my plate–veggie curry, Frankfurter, omelette, tortang giniling, Danish, pancakes, etc. My MyFitnessPal app recorded about 1000 calories alone for each free breakfast which was more than enough to fuel my treadmill runs and weight training. FYI, I returned home with just three pounds more.
The hotel didn’t stop us from enjoying wedding anniversary though. We tried new things like our first Grab car ride and we discovered that we can afford Denny’s. It was also nice to set aside my phone for most of the day while I give more attention to Marcus, watched cable TV movies with him and listen to his perfect impression of his mommy sleeping. Trust me, he nailed it. Good times.
Early this year Marcus picked up on the ongoing Fornite Battle Royale craze. It’s a co-op sandbox game almost close to Minecraft so he didn’t do much adjustments before he mastered the moves using his Xbox one console. Graphics, animations, and game rules differ a whole lot from the boxy Minecraft though. Fortnite game is played in three modes: solo, squad, or 50 vs. 50.
Either game starts with all the players jumping out of a floating bus and skydiving (first hint why I love this game) towards their preferred locations in a fixed map. The players then must find and collect stuffs hidden in vaults that are randomly placed in houses, barns, bars, or other structures. Some stuffs come thru a supply drop.
The goal is to survive–as always in most games–which means some form of violence in the form of smashing, whacking, and shooting are involved but thankfully it’s not gory like in COD games. Fortnite designed the game with players dying sans the bloodbath.
The game’s initial weapon is a pick axe that may be changed depending on player’s skill level and credits. Anyone could upgrade as their game level progresses. Watch out for the boogie bomb which happens to be my favorite weapon.
What sets Fortnite Battle Royale apart from other video games is the storm. Besides keeping an eye on their enemies, players need to pay attention to the shrinking storm and should stay within the eye as it shrinks at a preset time and anyone left outside the circle dies. Victory is claimed by a player or group eliminating the last standing opponent before the storm closes in on everyone.
Fortnite has something more up its sleeves. The players have emotes or dance moves. And this is where I come in, or forced to. Some of the moves are actually fun and simple to do that I would oblige when Marcus asks me to do it for him. He himself can do some like the Disco Fever while seated or lying in bed and he moves with grace better than I could.
This afternoon wifey discovered that she could download on her iOS the Fortnite game. I was expecting I could do so too but Android doesn’t have it yet. I found something interesting though. It’s the Fortnite Dance Emotes app that shows all the dance moves of the game. Guess this means I could improve on my awkward Floss dance soon.
Back in April we showed a carabao my best mates dance moves.
My Minecraft tattoo seems lonely so my next one is likely something out of Fortnite.
Mood: 3/10 Honks! (Under the weather so I’m taking this chance to rest my cracked fingers from the pull-up bar.)
Skip the Avengers: Infinity movie and save money. Besides that the sentence rhymes, it was my plan this weekend after our company treated us employees to a blocked screening at the nearby Vista Mall coming from a Friday night shift.
Other than having a bag of bland popcorn–I passed on the salt and flavoring–and a warm bottle of orange soda for breakfast, the movie treat was a deviation to my normal weekend diet, it also wasn’t Marcus’ idea of how his Sunday would be like.
I thought he and his mom already worked out an alternative when he said before going to bed Saturday night that he discovered he could pre-order Avengers: Infinity War on Xbox Live. Sounds like a plan, a cheaper plan of just $15. All he needs to do was wait until the movie becomes available online.
But I should’ve have known better that waiting doesn’t work for him. I learned sooner that Marcus is still looking forward to watching it in the cinema. Wifey relayed the message minutes before I hit the sack that night. “Your son asked if I could carry him to the seats if it’s just the two of us and I answered yes, of course. That’s his concern,” she said but left her statement hanging.
“So what’s your concern?” I asked, fishing for unstated needs–force work of habit kicking in. “That if I could actually carry him,” she replied half firm, half joking. We had a good laugh out of it. I know my wife’s humor as much as I know her hidden strength. I know she can carry Marcus no doubt.
So I went to bed that night still with the same initial plan–drive them to the mall, wait for them outside until the movie ends. I was ready to kill time with my Netflix downloads and spare purchasing another Avengers: Infinity War movie ticket in the process.
That last conversation stuck though. Our routine in the cinemas we’ve been following for the past years since the wheelchair kept playing inside my head until the next morning while I eat my oatmeal-raisin-peanut butter-banana combo to compensate for the other day’s toxic choice.
Buy popcorn for Marcus, get snacks for us, transfer him to his movie theater seat, carry him to his wheelchair if he asked to go the toilet, then settle back again to enjoy the film. It’s been like that most times. And lately he’s gained more weight.
I need to be in the cinema. Period.
So that’s how I ended up watching the same movie twice in a row. Good thing the comfy Solenad Cinema 3 allowed me to snooze every now and then and to see Marcus enjoying everything–the Avengers and Guardians characters, Stan Lee’s cameo, Blazing Cheddar popcorn, and his favorite reclining seat–was worth spending an extra 400 pesos.
The Avengers: Infinity War is a dark movie and it could disappointment people especially those who expect a triumphant hero at the end. This movie is a game changer. Thanos has to die.