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, March 15, 2006
Success! Finally, we got some poop in the potty!
You might remember that we've been having a whole lot of trouble getting Jared to poop in the potty. Well tonight, there was poop in the potty. Only problem is, it came out of the wrong kid.
Even though she was pretty wet when I changed her after dinner, I took her into the bathroom and had her sit on the potty anyway, just to reinforce the concept. She grunted a couple of times as if she were trying to push out some pee -- a noble effort, I thought at the time. When she stood up, however, there in the bottom of the potty was a decent sized (for her) ball of poo.
Totally unexpected, but totally awesome!
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I can juggle. Okay, so that's like saying Dubya can run a country. But still, I can put three balls in the air and keep them there for a few seconds. Sara thinks this is cool.
She'll bring me some balls and push them into my hands for me to juggle. She'll laugh and giggle the whole time. Lately, however, she's started to do it herself. She takes two balls in one hand and a third in the other and waves her hands up and down a few times while she wobbles her head from side to side. After doing this for a couple of seconds, she throws the balls to the ground.
Something tells me, she needs a better juggling teacher.
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