Yesterday after being with the kids all afternoon, kww got back from Master swim, uh sorry, Mas-Tah Sweem. Anyway, I had been attempting to read the Sunday paper unsuccessfully all day.
I want a bath and to read the paper. "shall I make you a martini?" Why...yes...
OK, those 50's suburban fathers of Leave it to Beaver fame did have a few things figured out. It turns out that 5:00 is the perfect time to have a martini while reading the paper and negecting the kids. Especially if the martini is vodka, dirty with 3 olives.
Monday, 23 April 2007
Friday, 13 April 2007
bachelors
Kww and the baby girl got back tonight from Chi-Town.
Here I am legally oligated to give a huge shout-out to Mamie for her rock-star work with aforementioned baby girl.
For the past week Simon and I have been bachelors.
A familiar refrain:
What do bachelors eat?
Anything they want!
What do bachelors do?
Anything they want!
Now a week is a long time for a small boy to be a bachelor. The first couple of days were spent sick. Actually, on Sunday, Simon puked in two diffferent states and in the air--probably over Iowa. It's like he's already in high School...but I digress. He went to L Cook and then eventually to school. Only one day was spend in full bachelorhood.
Now it seems being a bachelor boiled down to a few dearly held beliefs. One should get to watch a lot of TV. One should be able to play a game where your father is actually your brother and the two of you can spend your time conspiring to undermine the authority of the unseen "mom" who makes you do what it is you want to do already. "You mean I HAVE TO fast forward through all the boring commercials, but HAVE TO watch all the kid commercals?" "You mena I ahve to have ICE Cream again?" It Means the occaisonal doughnut breakfast. Plenty of Poppa sleeping in your room, especially if you have been puking for the better part of 500 (air) miles. TV Dinners are not merely for babysitter night anymore.
Frankly, I'm just glad I was the only one drinking.
Here I am legally oligated to give a huge shout-out to Mamie for her rock-star work with aforementioned baby girl.
For the past week Simon and I have been bachelors.
A familiar refrain:
What do bachelors eat?
Anything they want!
What do bachelors do?
Anything they want!
Now a week is a long time for a small boy to be a bachelor. The first couple of days were spent sick. Actually, on Sunday, Simon puked in two diffferent states and in the air--probably over Iowa. It's like he's already in high School...but I digress. He went to L Cook and then eventually to school. Only one day was spend in full bachelorhood.
Now it seems being a bachelor boiled down to a few dearly held beliefs. One should get to watch a lot of TV. One should be able to play a game where your father is actually your brother and the two of you can spend your time conspiring to undermine the authority of the unseen "mom" who makes you do what it is you want to do already. "You mean I HAVE TO fast forward through all the boring commercials, but HAVE TO watch all the kid commercals?" "You mena I ahve to have ICE Cream again?" It Means the occaisonal doughnut breakfast. Plenty of Poppa sleeping in your room, especially if you have been puking for the better part of 500 (air) miles. TV Dinners are not merely for babysitter night anymore.
Frankly, I'm just glad I was the only one drinking.
Thursday, 29 March 2007
nightmares
OK, so everyone has been so helpful in compiling a cd for Simon I thought I would put out a call for other helpful tips.
Simon has been having nightmares. It has been upsetting for him and has been difficult to think of solutions for it. Simon has told me in no uncertain terms that the way I have been trying to help has not been very effective in his case.
It has been a vey long time since I had nigtmares myself. It seems that my own nightmares stopped about the time that my own dreams became more lucid. One you knew you were dreaming, you could fly. If you could fly, there was nothing to be worried about. Monsters chasing you? Fly away. Plus, it is only a short hop from flying to any other abillity which would help you more easily deal with those scary things threatening you. My plans with Simon have been centered around trying to get him to fly in his dreams. He tells me it does not work. Yet, I hope.
KWW reads lots of books, and in the past has read even more. She has said to me that seeing as now he is so consciously concerned with becoming powerful (please refer to "oedipus ox") that he subconsciusly balances it out and becomes un-powerful and scared of monsters. Makes a certain sense to me, but I'm not real happy with just waiting it out.
Do you remember any good nightmare solutions? I'm sure Simon will be happy to give any of them a shot.
Simon has been having nightmares. It has been upsetting for him and has been difficult to think of solutions for it. Simon has told me in no uncertain terms that the way I have been trying to help has not been very effective in his case.
It has been a vey long time since I had nigtmares myself. It seems that my own nightmares stopped about the time that my own dreams became more lucid. One you knew you were dreaming, you could fly. If you could fly, there was nothing to be worried about. Monsters chasing you? Fly away. Plus, it is only a short hop from flying to any other abillity which would help you more easily deal with those scary things threatening you. My plans with Simon have been centered around trying to get him to fly in his dreams. He tells me it does not work. Yet, I hope.
KWW reads lots of books, and in the past has read even more. She has said to me that seeing as now he is so consciously concerned with becoming powerful (please refer to "oedipus ox") that he subconsciusly balances it out and becomes un-powerful and scared of monsters. Makes a certain sense to me, but I'm not real happy with just waiting it out.
Do you remember any good nightmare solutions? I'm sure Simon will be happy to give any of them a shot.
Wednesday, 28 March 2007
cookie
So, on Sunday, we were cooking out, as we are wont to do. Afterwards, we are hanging out on the couch enjoying some fine--may I say very fine, even--chocolate chip cookies that Simon made. Well, picture this: the baby girl is making a bee-line for her lovin Poppa. Cruising along the floor, she gets to my knees reaches for my own sweet dessert and demands "Cookie".
Yep, she said cookie. It was independently verified by others in the room, although none in the immediate family (evidence which makes the story seem all the more verifiably true to everyone but KWW). I believe her other pronounced words to date are "mama" "thbbthbbthb" and I think, "buh buh" once. She may have said "poppa" after much prodding, but not nearly as clear as "cookie"
Those of you familiar with family lore are aware of SImon's versitile use of "turtle", his forst two-syllable word, when he was 18-20 months. I'm telling you, "cookie" is some kind of amazing testament to KWW's incessant reading while pregnant and the undeniable lure of sugar.
Yep, she said cookie. It was independently verified by others in the room, although none in the immediate family (evidence which makes the story seem all the more verifiably true to everyone but KWW). I believe her other pronounced words to date are "mama" "thbbthbbthb" and I think, "buh buh" once. She may have said "poppa" after much prodding, but not nearly as clear as "cookie"
Those of you familiar with family lore are aware of SImon's versitile use of "turtle", his forst two-syllable word, when he was 18-20 months. I'm telling you, "cookie" is some kind of amazing testament to KWW's incessant reading while pregnant and the undeniable lure of sugar.
Tuesday, 27 March 2007
famousity
Hey, check it out--I can now be found in about 5 bookstores around Chicagoland.
http://www.roosevelt.edu/oyezreview/current.html
I know, I am lame and haven't figured out how to paste this as a live link yet...but someday, I will. I promise.
http://www.roosevelt.edu/oyezreview/current.html
I know, I am lame and haven't figured out how to paste this as a live link yet...but someday, I will. I promise.
Monday, 26 March 2007
Omaha Cool
Boy, let me tell you, Omaha is oh so very hip. A cultural moment is going on here, yep, that's what it is, a cultural moment.
I went to the Southern Graphics print conference in Kansas City this past weekend. I laid my portfolio of prints out on the table and when anyone asked where I was from, they always responded in hushed tones full of awe "Omaha....what's that like?"
The, I realized they must get the NY Times before me.
http://travel.nytimes.com/2007/03/25/travel/tmagazine/03talk.omaha.t.html?ref=tmagazine
After reding this article and the one about how LA doesn't get any respect at all, I realized that, yes, we are all that and a bag of chips--"cool Ranch" I imagine. And I had heard of one of he bands that is mentioned, which means I'm not yet "Omaha Cool"
I went to the Southern Graphics print conference in Kansas City this past weekend. I laid my portfolio of prints out on the table and when anyone asked where I was from, they always responded in hushed tones full of awe "Omaha....what's that like?"
The, I realized they must get the NY Times before me.
http://travel.nytimes.com/2007/03/25/travel/tmagazine/03talk.omaha.t.html?ref=tmagazine
After reding this article and the one about how LA doesn't get any respect at all, I realized that, yes, we are all that and a bag of chips--"cool Ranch" I imagine. And I had heard of one of he bands that is mentioned, which means I'm not yet "Omaha Cool"
Monday, 12 March 2007
the big dig
Paleontologists.
Has there ever been a profession more well suited for child-level pop tunes?
Simon will be 5 on the 30th. Apparently, I now must make a cd for every party for the goodie bags. Birthday number 5 is a "paleontologist party". I'm thikning dinosaur songs and poems. That brings me up to 2 and the poem, Shel Silverstein's "if I had a brontosaurus" is only 10 seconds long.
"If I has a brontosaurs, I would name him boris or morris. If one day he had a lot of little brontosauri, I would change his name to Lori".
Seriously, if I have to listen to a disk of cloying kids tunes about Barney every day in the car, I will go insane.
Please help.
Has there ever been a profession more well suited for child-level pop tunes?
Simon will be 5 on the 30th. Apparently, I now must make a cd for every party for the goodie bags. Birthday number 5 is a "paleontologist party". I'm thikning dinosaur songs and poems. That brings me up to 2 and the poem, Shel Silverstein's "if I had a brontosaurus" is only 10 seconds long.
"If I has a brontosaurs, I would name him boris or morris. If one day he had a lot of little brontosauri, I would change his name to Lori".
Seriously, if I have to listen to a disk of cloying kids tunes about Barney every day in the car, I will go insane.
Please help.
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