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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Monday, April 03, 2006
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.
First off, let me say that I was never really into the original series. Not that I didn't like it or anything, just that I never got into watching it. The new series, however, is airing in place of Stargate on Friday nights, so I caught the first two episodes on DVD. So, of course, I figured I might as well watch them.
"If I go poop in the potty, maybe I can get a rental car." -- Jared, cutting a deal on the whole potty training issue. He has since upped the ante to "a Volvo", and there has been no movement.
This past weekend, Rachel and I hosted a gathering of some friends we'd met on-line. For most of them, this was a new experience -- reconciling real faces and voices with the profile built up in one's mind, based solely on what they had written online. For me, it was anything but new. As recently as last June, I met up with other bloggers (man I hate that term!) at the studios of KRON here in San Francisco. (I'm on the left side of the photo, in the "nerd" t-shirt.) It goes way back, much further than that, though. Travel back with me, if you will, to a simpler time, before the internet was a household word and Fido was king.
I got a letter in the mail that prompted me to share a web-based resource with my readers (both of you).
The mother of a little girl who is in Jared's swim class told me today that as she drove up she commented to her mother that "There's Roger and Rachel. We must be late." Ouch.
I was nervous for two reasons yesterday. Both, probably, unfounded.
Fresh after his sister's success, tonight Jared stepped out of the shower, walked over to the potty, sat down, and pooped.
I had an odd dream this morning.
Success! Finally, we got some poop in the potty!
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!
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.
When I was young and naive, I believed that someday, perhaps even in my lifetime, technology would get to the point where all of the basic tasks necessary for our survival could be done by autonomous machines -- robots.
Last night, I was getting ready to toss the kids in the shower. I undressed Sara and took off her diaper. I put her down and told her to go sit on the potty and go pee-pee. I didn't really expect her to do it, but she ran off into the bathroom. I followed her in just in time to see her stand up from the potty and pee on the floor. I guess I should have specified that she sit and pee at the same time, rather than sequentially.
Fresh from our trip to Lake Tahoe last month, our snow clothes and boots were in a contico in the breakfast nook -- a good thing, because we needed them tonight.