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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Thursday, January 04, 2007
"Don't put your penis in the drawer!"
"If you want somebody to stay with you, then you love them" -- Jared, on relationships.
"Hooray for Lightning McQueen" -- Jared, watching (yet again) Lightning McQueen help The King and totally getting the whole point of the movie.
"That's a straight up mansion!" -- Some unknown trick-or-treater from another neighborhood, commenting on a neighbor's home -- not much bigger than my own.
"Mommy, Jared, Sara, Milk, Jared, Daddy" -- Sara, naming everyone in the family picture from Yosemite
"Um, daddy, can I drink beer?" -- Jared, precocious as always, showing me once again just how old I really am.
Jared: "I'm freezing."
Me: "Well, put your jacket on."
Jared: "No, I want some sun. Sun, can you come back up?"
We were driving along, on our way to swim class when Jared piped up. "Sierra is my girlfriend."
"Oh," I said, thinking that there wasn't anyone in Jared's class named Sierra. "Where did you meet her?"
"In bars," came the response.
Around our house, Baby Shakespeare is called "Bard" after the featured character. In the earlier Baby Einstein titles, including Baby Shakespeare, the founder's daughters Sierra and Aspen are featured. Apparently, Jared has taken a liking to the older one.
Okay, for those of you who might be interested in my picture-taking efforts, here's an update. Everyone else can go ahead and move along, unless you're interested in backup schemes and such. Really, though, save yourself a few minutes and just move along. In fact, what the heck are you doing here in the first place? Don't you have something better to do than read my drivel? Anything? No? Well, okay then, read on, McDuff.
I got Sara up this morning and put her on the changing table to get her dressed. I took off her diaper and noticed that it was pretty much dry. My first thought was "Oh, great. I'm going to change her diaper and she'll immediately pee in it just so I'll have to change it immediately." Suddenly, however, I had a flash of inspiration.
You know you're a parent when you dream about sleeping.
"My favorite truck is a Safeway truck. Because I love groceries." -- Jared, on the subject of trucks.
"Didn't you just write an article about that?" -- Rachel, after watching a shopping cart fall over on top of Jared when we were fooling around.