Sunday, November 18, 2012

Playing dress Up

Walking up the stairs to our house

Bike riding in the living room

Making art


It occurred to me as I was dressing my second child yesterday that life certainly has changed quite a bit since
having children.  Metaphorically speaking, once arriving to work, now instead of simply turning on my computer and beginning the day, each day begins more like being tasked with having to take apart my computer and put it back together.  But even that is an oversimplification; it’s more like I’ve got to wrestle a mutant computer to the ground that is trying to escape my grasp at every opportunity.  Once subdued the computer will only stop shaking and gyrating with a trade magazine of some sort to read.  In this case, my computer wants to read “Hippos Go Bezerk,” ironically mirroring this daily fiasco.  

Once I’ve cleaned out any leaking fluids or “computer grease” it’s on to repackaging the unit. With power strips, plugs and T1 wires flying everywhere my computer repeatedly tries to reboot without authorization as I slip a onesie over its head and fight to slide its wires back into place through the arm holes and snap the bottom around its main “vent.”  As I reach for the computer cover, a striped rainbow sweater with a flower, the computer lurches up and bolts from my workstation.  With my coworker staring, I dive after the unit only to fall flat on my face.  My second computer console takes the opportunity to jump on my back and ride me like a horse, complete with slaps on my back and bouncing up and down.  The semi-dressed unit has now noticed I am in a prone position and decides to ride along with her brother, but on my head while screaming, “yippee!, yippee!”  

I never had this problem with my old computer!

Saturday, November 17, 2012


My wife was just showing me pictures she had stored away on a memory card from when the kids were about four months old and I remembered why I decided to stay home with the kids. Why I decided to endure all the jokes from my friends and confused glances from strangers at the library, the mall and the "Mommy and Me" programs. It's because I am deathly afraid of missing one moment of their lives. I am so head over heels, madly addicted to never missing a moment; that I sold the business I had built up from next to nothing for four + years and went completely against the grain of our society to never miss a second.

Elissa has a coworker who has pictures of her kids on her desk. She asked her how old they are and she said 14 and 16. This is only strange because the pictures on her desk are of six and eight year old kids. She told my wife that she liked them best at that age. Looking at the photos just now of our kids I felt pretty annoyed that we couldn't go back and enjoy those moments again. They were so chubby and round and just loved racing around the house in their walkers. I didn't miss a second, but for some reason I wish I could have them back.

Friday, November 16, 2012

Re: Ethan at the lake

Looks like such a little kid. Not a baby anymore.

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