Category: Daily Life

Amy went into the bathroom, climbed into the tub, pointed at the knobs and said “fix it!” I couldn’t say no to the sweetness and so she got a bath.

Later I was on the phone to Air Quality control (burn permit), Environmental Safety (mosquitoe control for the neighborhood), the party company regarding our may event and the middle school principal and gym coach regarding Tommy’s hostile environment.

I got a haircut, dropped by Office Depot to pickup Cathy’s copies, dropped by the bowling alley to confirm the girlscout event tomorrow, went to the Gateway store to see if the closing had any good specials on–no such luck, went to Home Depot, then the bank, then the rental company.

Finally I returned home to start splitting an impossible amount of wood for a single person to handle.

And the vultures begin to suck the account.

Amy just poured Gatorade all over my pants and cried when I quickly moved her to the floor to clean the mess. I suppose I over reacted and could have handled her more gently.

Now she cries because her baby doll doesn’t fit in a box she’s aquired. Oh. All better. She made it work.

She is playing happily with her doll. Some of her cutest words for me are when she says “Uh oOH!”

Amy just heard a helicopter fly over our house and tracked the sound with her head and said “ar plane?” And now stood in my lap and turned the lightswitch off then on observing the light turn dark then bright, laughed in satisfaction and said “I did it!”

Amy is having a hard time deciding if she woke up on the good size or the bad size of the bed. Very impatient this morning. Still adorable!

A New Day!

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This Morning

I slept very well. Had vivid dreams. The memorable ones were of Cathy and I working together on something and letting Noah use a sailboat to get all over either Tennessee or perhaps the whole United States. We used a GPS to track where he was and I was happy he was “getting to do things I couldn’t.”

For some inexplicable reason, I woke at 2:55 as I do many mornings. I almost got up to do creative writing on the blogs. I felt like I had a couple of hours to spare and that I have a couple of hours of writing I want to do. Instead I returned to sleep and woke again at 5 then hung out inbetween waking and sleeping in a semiconscious state and spent an hour telling myself to get out of bed.

Noah, the morning person, got himself up at 6am and as I was getting dressed came to check on me and make sure I was awake. He is such a great child!

Worked on Cathy’s printer. Gave Tommy his medicine at 6:20 and am now enjoying the writing.

Today’s goals: Get a haircut at 11:30 then rent a log splitter. Time permitting replace the starter in the Jeep. The afternoon is to be spent cutting wood. Saturday day is girlscout bowling and something else then Saturday afternoon and evening splitting wood. And all day Sunday is to be spent splitting wood. Then the rest of the week Tommy can help me stack it. A 2nd strong adult would really be helpful this weekend.

Catchup time. I could spend the next several hours just typing my thoughts.

Cathy and I did some banking (that felt good!) It’s not nearly enough and there is no more in sight at the moment but it felt good to make a deposit and know that some bills will be paid.

Next I pick Tommy up from school and he stank. He obviously didn’t wear deoderant today and had the smell teenager in full effect. So on the way to Star I stopped to get Tommy a drink and deoderant which was a good choice. He rode at Star but was rude, argumentative, and at one point dangerous. They could have kicked him out on the spot but was given a firm warning. I want him to get his act together. He could go very far with Star and I think he enjoys it. On the ride to Star Tommy informed me of more abuse in gym class; granted, he may have asked for it but I put a call into the school to see what will happen.

We went from Star to IHOP and had breakfast for dinner. I enjoy taking my family out to eat. And they were relatively well behaved.

Returned home and played on the computer but now must pass out.

Looks like Google is hiring: Google Copernicus Center is hiring I’d be a little nervous about relocating the kids there though.

Currently weighing heavy on mind: desire to continue working on the house wiring (network and electrical) and desire to buy/built/network several more computers (kids, house ai, ms biz server 2003, new workstation for wife, new workstation for me, cfmx server, t-1 connected web server connected to another ms sql server securely behind a 2nd ethernet card and its own lan, a lan for the kids controlled by a custom linux firewall, a box for a firewall between house and t-1 [see webserver above])

Sarah immediately calls it out. “Uh, is this someone’s April Fools joke? I thought my cereal looked wierd.”

Sarah says “I know another” and that she woke up in the middle of the night wondering where she was and went back to her room.

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This Morning

Woke at 5am and almost got out of bed! Woke again at 6:05. Spent the next 10 minutes making 2 gallons of chocolate milk. Woke the children. Now I’m going to check my shares at Blogshares

Noah watched the chocolate milk pour into his cereal and waited a few moments then put it away and said “Cool, the milk’s turning brown.” I decided to hold my tongue.

Last Night

Tried unsuccessfully to move the children around in their beds. Noah would be in Tommy’s bed, Tommy would be in Sarah’s bed and Sarah would be in Noah’s bed. We’d hoped it would cause much confusion in the morning for April Fools. Noah was the only one that didn’t wake while we were trying to move them so we ended up with Sarah in Noah’s bed saying “Why am I here?” (she later moved herself back to her own bed), Noah made it to Tommy’s bed and Tommy just groggily said “hi dad.”

Stayed up with the wife watching Stephen King’s Kingdom Hospital and tried to stay up for Futurama

    

In fairness to the wife, there was more to the story than I told. Yes, Noah was shoving the other boy around and “not letting him go home” but it was in an attempt to assert himself for which he should be commended.

I feel as if I mishandled the entire evening. I went from an afternoon of having Sarah’s therapist saying how well she and I are doing to making her cry over something schtupid. (fortunately I finally backed down and gave her a long hug, just long enough to let the dog eat Sarah’s dinner). The baby was mad at me because I wouldn’t hit her up with another fix of Children’s Tylenol despite her bringing the bottle to me, cutely asking, crying, then acting completely pathetic. I gave Tommy the “you only care about yourself speech” — that was like talking to a wall. And Noah got his over the fight. At least I didn’t get upset with the cats, fish, dog or wife.