Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life
My life is, to me, ripe with frequent challenges, occasional successes, spontaneous laughter, adequate tears, and enough *life* to last me a lifetime. To you, however, it surely seems most pedestrian. And therefore, I recycle the name I used previously and call this my Notebooks of Daily Life. Daily, because it's everyday in nature, ordinary. These conglomeration of events that are my life are of interest to me because I live it, perhaps mildly so to those who are touched by it, and could only be of perverse, morbid curiosity to anyone else. Yet, I offer them here nonetheless. Make of them what you will, and perhaps you can learn from my mistakes.
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Wednesday, June 02, 2004
Every parent thinks their kid is unquestionably the smartest, nicest, and best looking kid in the history of mankind. I am no exception.
Jared is a little over two years old (2 years, 1 month, 14 days, approximately) and already he can:
He's also so strikingly good looking that he makes perfect strangers stop on the street to comment on how handsome he is. He has girls falling all over him already, and not just the ones who can't walk yet, either.
Lastly, he is (generally speaking) extremely good natured. He's not one to get overly cranky (compared to most kids!) even when he's extremely tired. Sure, he likes to get his way, but as long as he's awake, he'll deal with not getting it.
So far, he's turning out pretty damn good. I think I'll keep him.