Organization. I took a class for work on time management. The instructor, of course, made a point to point out that we don’t manage time itself. I decided not to go all quantum on the boy. Anyway, I’m carrying around a month’s worth of planner, which contains my values in life, weekly goals, daily to-do […]

Yeesh. Nearly a whole week since the last post.

Ramble, ramble, ramble. I’m sure anybody with programming knowledge (or a mind delighted by trivia) will have come up with this already. I was watching Ray take a bath the other day (see below), and this happened to wander across my mind… How do people make decisions? It isn’t as simple as setting priorities and

Good news, bad news. The good news is that Ray’s starting to become aware of the “pee” function of her genetalia, which means that down the road, hypothecially speaking, we should be able to potty-train her. The bad news is that she decided to demonstrate her awareness by standing up in the bathtup, squirting water

Talk. Okay, I think we can declare Ray officially talking now. She’s been talking for a couple of weeks. I got her, Sunday, to say “Daddy, where are you?” It comes out as “Daee wah-you?” The catchall word that means everthing has been “Go!” “Let’s change your diaper.” “Go!” “Are you tired of sitting in

Watch! Oh, yeah! The watch arrived. Ooh, you got to see this watch. It’s a gift for Lee: a pocket watch. You can see the movement through the case–front and back. It’s spring-wind, gold-colored, and, well, you can see all the little pieces moving inside. Neat!

Terrorism update. Did you hear about the math teacher that was arrested on a flight to New York lately? His TI calculators looked suspicious, and the guy threw a fit when security opened up the cases. Well, what did he expect? They were instruments of math destruction. Via Lee, who stinks.

Waaah! Today, Lee and Ray went to some friends of ours to hang out and let our kids play together. I stayed home. I’m feeling sorry for myself already, but if I’d gone, I’d be bitching about all the work I had to get done. Erkle. Update: Most of the newsletter is done, with just

The good news and the bad news. The good news is that Ray has conquered the McDonaldland play area. She disappeared around a corner, and the next time I saw her was through one of the little window areas at the very top. She said, “Ooooh.” Then…she slid down the slide. I just kept thinking

Ouch. Stacey (Matt’s wife) just got back from vacation to discover that…the gent that had been watching their house had flushed an upstairs toilet, and the toilet had clogged. Fine. Well, it was the toilet that kept on running ’till you jiggle the handle. Everything is mostly OK. Nevertheless, she’s had a bad friggin’ week.