Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life |
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Introduction 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. Sinasohn.Net
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Sunday, April 30, 2006 "We're late. Get your daughter out of the refrigerator." -- Rachel, as we head out for swim class.
This was a big weekend, and we're all still pretty tired.
"What did you like best about your birthday party, Jared?" "My friends."
"We're getting you a birthday present! Do you like dogs?" -- One of Jared's classmates, breathlessly greeting him at school two days before his birthday party.
Musical Themes
Four years ago today, Jared was born. Since that day, he learned to walk, talk, and drive me completely bonkers. He is big and smart and growing faster than a magic beanstalk. He is caring and empathetic. He is reading and starting to add and subtract. He looks after his sister and his schoolmates. He is unique, an individual. He is, overall, a very good kid. Happy Birthday, Buddy!
I helped Jared put the dollar he got for finding the Afikoman in his piggybank. "Wow! You've got a lot in here," I told him, hefting loaded swine. "You keep saving your money like this and someday you'll be able to buy a car, or even a house!" "Or a tow truck!"
Conversation with a Concerned Parent
"Ouch!" -- Sara after jumping off her brother's bed onto the hard floor. "Are you okay?" I ask with great concern. "No!" "Oh, okay." Sara laughs, gets up, and runs to do it all over again.
It occurs to me that because I put in a break, not everyone may have read the full post about Jared's school. If you didn't, please go read it now. If you're the sort of person who believes in "every man for himself" and "I gave at the office" and that Social Security should be revamped so you get back what you put into it, then never mind. In fact, what the heck are you doing here? Shouldn't you be off shopping or something? If, on the other hand, you are the sort who sees everyone as part of a larger community where each person helps and is helped by every other person as necessary, then you'll want to pay close attention. The Child Study Center benefits us all, whether we have kids or not, whether we're local or not. Better educated kids grow up to be better citizens, less likely to be involved in illegal activity or otherwise require excessive assistance from the state. They grow up to contribute to society rather than detract from it. The CSC doesn't just educate 32 children a year, it educates teachers who will go on to educate thousands of other children. Further, the research done there helps early childhood educators everywhere do their jobs better. So, in the grand scheme of things, it comes down to spending a little on the CSC now means spending a lot less on things like welfare, police, correctional facilities, and so on later. I know you understand that; I just wish the geniuses at SF State understood it. (For that matter, I wish everyone understood it.)
I am so looking forward to the day when Jared can make it through an entire meal without dropping something on the floor.
We put Sara in her crib for her nap and the next thing we knew, there she was. Hoping it was just a fluke, or that perhaps Jared had helped her out, Rachel put her back in. Sure enough, she climbed right back out again. I tried putting her in while I changed Jared's underwear and, once again, she climbed right out. So instead of the kids taking a nap and Rachel and I getting some work done, we took off in search of a new toddler bed for Sara.
Jared loves his preschool which, on the one hand, is a wonderful program. We're very lucky to have gotten him in there. He's really doing well and the staff is incredible.
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