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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Sunday, May 01, 2005
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.