Oct
13
Honest to god song lyrics heard this morning through the shower as JB serenaded Riley:
“Don’t go chasing waterfalls, stick to the rivers and lakes you’re used to…”
Somebody needs to change the radio station he’s been listening to lately.
I wish I would have caught it on video, but now our shower has a glass door, and thus I’m probably banned from Capturing the Manhood in Full Pert-Soaped Glory, you know?
It’s not like the good old days, when a wife could humiliate her husband however she pleased:
(Heh. Just a little blast from the past, there. Also, holy crap, our bathroom looks totally different now.)
Okay, before naptime’s over I should maybe consider brushing my teeth, but real quick-like, I have some Extremely Important Questions for you:
• What are you doing this weekend? Do you have plans, or are you working, or just taking it easy, or what? Nosy-ass inquiring minds want to know.
• Anyone seen the new Scorsese flick? Is it any good?
• How many times can you say “Unique New York” without saying “Unique Yoo Nork”? My best record so far is zero.
• Is there any way to keep a toddler’s socks on if said toddler is intent on pulling them off? Staple gun?
• I think I have found my boots. You like?
Oct
12
October 12, 2006
I am disturbed by how quickly the weeks fly by; I feel like this is an eye-rollingly banal observation I’ve made at least four hundred and fifty-seven thousand times in this journal alone, but, you know: whoah, time keeps on slippin, slippin. Into the future, man.
Also, I have clearly created this particular problem for myself, but posting to four separate blogs (this one here, and that one there, and that parenting-related one, and Workplace’s blog, and jesus christ I am sick of the word “blog” and yet I’m actually considering attending this conference for work-related reasons which will be like bathing in a rich creamy soup of BLOOOOG) sometimes feels like…hmm, what’s the word for rolling a big rock up a hill throughout eternity? Sinbad? Sassafras?
It does seem like there are never-ending deadlines to consider, especially as I try and get posts lined up in advance so I’m not tempted to spend my limited office time doing personal work – not really even an option as the January Macworld Expo shuffles closer and I have to devote entire cobwebbed sections of my brain to planning out Workplace’s corporate presence, did you know renting a trash can at the Moscone costs, like, forty hojillion dollars? – but I am enjoying the work, I’m enjoying the fact that I’m forced to keep writing, even if I feel like I have nothing to say.
There are times when I wish I had a few more diverse hobbies, because some days I come home from my work day, which is spent almost without exception in front of a computer, to power-bonding with Riley for a few hours, then once he’s in bed I’m right back in front of a glowing screen. I think a lot about how I hope Riley will be a kid who prefers playing outside to the lure of the Xbox or fucking MySpace or whatever when he’s older and how we as parents aren’t exactly providing a stellar example in that department quite yet.
It’s really all about balance, just like everything is, but it’s a relatively new sensation for me to wish there were more hours in each day, so I can fit in everything I want to do. I used to think in terms of killing time. I don’t anymore. For this, I’m glad.
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Lately Riley has been making these very distinct sounds whenever we put on his shoes or our own shoes. Or even if he crawls past some shoes lying on the floor. He says “Ba ba! Ba ba!” and while “ba” and “da” and “pa” are basically top of the pops on Riley’s lexicon hit parade right now and can be substituted for almost every word in the English language including pseudopseudohypoparathyroidism, these are deliberate sounds he says the same way each time.
I theorized at first that he was saying “backpack”, like, it’s time to put on our shoes and go for a walk in the backpack, but he says “ba pa” for backpack, not “ba ba”. Next I thought he was saying “bye bye”, like, it’s time to put it in B for boogie and get the hell out of here, but no, he says “beh bah” for “bye bye”. So: shoes = “ba ba”. Why? No one knows. It is a mystery! Sort of like how a human that weighs less than 25 pounds can produce a sound equal to that of a Boeing 747 jet engine.
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