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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Tuesday, May 31, 2005
For those coming to the party a little late, here's a summary of the past blogging challenges:
We haven't had one in a while, so we should all be well rested and ready for a new challenge, right? Ah, quit yer whining.
The challenge for June is to post at least a dozen (that's twelve) tips on your journal. They can be short, simple ones, such as "You can use a comb to hold a small nail in place" or they can be longer, more detailed tips, such as "How to mount an OS X hard drive from an Ubuntu LiveCD", it's your choice.
Want some very valuable bonus points? Make it thirty tips, one a day for the whole month. That's what I'm shooting for. I figure, if I aim high, I might at least make it for the twelve. It's up to you, though.
If you're ever at a flea market, garage sale, thrift store, or pretty much anywhere, and you come across a dull silver-colored (or, if you're really lucky, bright, shiny, silver-colored) pot that says Magnalite on the bottom, buy it.
Almost everyday, Sara has been getting closer and closer to walking. Today, again, she took a step without holding on and the other day, reportedly, she took two steps to get to her nana. Pretty soon, she'll be walking like a pro and then there'll be no stopping her.
I've decided to turn comments back on after taking some minor steps to combat the comment spammers. I'm not going to specify them here since I don't want to give the bastards what they need to get around the fix.
Note that what I've done is very minor, not hard to get around, and I may have to turn the comments off again at a moment's notice. Not that anyone cares, but you have been warned.
Sara has started eating more real food. She loves rice, especially that which we get from the taqueria, and this morning has been chowing down on scrambled eggs like there's not tomorrow.
Of course, her favorite food is fresh milk -- and I mean fresh. She's also taken to eating ham. We haven't given her much lengua yet, but soon, she'll start eating that.
Jared has graduated from Lengua tacos (finger food) with a side of rice and beans to a lengua burrito just like daddy's.
There's a get-together coming up to which anyone who has an online journal is invited.
On Saturday, Jared was really channelling his grandfather's spirit.
We had a big weekend -- lots happening, lots going on. It started Friday and kept on going until Sunday evening. We had a bit of downtime on Saturday afternoon, but that was about it.
My web hosting account was suspended on Wednesday because the perl script that runs this site was using up so much processing time as to have caused the operators to have to shut down and restart the servers. What made it do that? Comment spammers, of course.
Jared's favorite song, currently, is Old MacDonald Had A Farm. Around our house, however, Old Macdonald isn't your everyday farmer type.
I am really falling apart these days. In addition to my wrist (which still hurts and had a pretty good lump in the middle), the bottom of my right foot feels like there's a rock in my shoe (but there isn't), my left knee is giving me trouble, my back aches like nobody's business, and my jaw hurts.
This last one is worrisome -- it basically hurts on the lower left side where one of my wisdom teeth used to be. It hurts to swallow and it's tender to the touch (on the outside). I'm hoping it's not a problem stemming from having my wisdom teeth out.
Basically, I ache all over, my head hurts, and I'm dead tired.
Oh, yeah, remember that bit about Sara sleeping through the night? Well, you can forget about that. Last night she was up for most of the night and in our bed for the few minutes she slept.
So tonight, Jared got the idea of steering. He's not terribly good at it, and he's still got to work on the whole look-where-you're-going-not-where-you've-been thing, but he's got the concept of the steering down. Way to go!
Last night, not only did Jared stay in his own room the whole night, but Sara slept in her crib all night long too! Wow -- sleep! I'd forgotten what it was like.
Clear your calendar for July 17, 2005. Don't worry why, just do it. This is officially the Event of the Summer, the one you plan your whole summer around. If you have to cancel your vacation, do so. If you need to plan one in order to be here, hop to it. This is it, the big one.
Last night, Rachel and I watched Meet the Fockers which she had borrowed from her brother. To sum up, the story was considerably weaker than the original, but it was made up for (and then some) by the amazing performances given by Dustin Hoffman and Robert De Niro. Even Barbra Streisand, who is not normally one of my favorites, did a great job as Mrs. Focker. Basically, it was hilarious.
Unfortunately, at one point during the movie, Jared woke up and was crying -- at age three, fears and nightmares have set in. I hopped up and ran upstairs to comfort him. Somewhere along the way, I managed to bash my left wrist, probably on the newell post upstairs. It's pretty sore, but I'll live. I calmed Jared down and got him back to sleep and we were able to finish the movie and watch the bloopers and deleted scenes.
In other news, we found out that Jared was accepted into the preschool we wanted. Rachel was ecstatic; she had been convinced he wouldn't get in. This is a big relief for us as we now know where he'll be going and we know it's somewhere good.
Today, we finally got Jared to ride the electric quadcycle we got him for his birthday. He had been a bit fearful of it and unwilling to get on it, though he seemed in favor of the concept in theory.
I suggested that we ride it together so he climbed on and I sort of hovered over the back end of the the bike. He hit the pedal and he was off, with me waddling along behind. Almost instantly, he swung his leg over and was half way off the bike. A few more tries and he was doing pretty good, though he was worried about cars coming down the alley.
I put out some orange cones we had picked up for just such an occasion and that eased his mind. Eventually, he rode all the way down the alley and back. He still doesn't get the whole steering concept, but that will come with time. So far, he was having a blast. I think that next weekend, we'll run over to a nearby playground that has a large asphalt playyard and let him drive around to his heart's content.
Mind you, he is not going to ride a real motorcycle until long after I'm dead and gone. (Sorry Chris!) Running around the yard at a couple miles an hour isn't a problem, but I don't think cardiopulmonary system could handle the thought of him running around the city or elsewhere on a motorcycle. (Heck, I don't think he's going to get behind the wheel of a car until he's at least forty.)
Still, it's neat to see him having a good time with it. I think I got some good pictures, too.