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February 10, 2007
Don't mind the dusting...
Aloha,
After a few months of laying low I've decided to resume blogging. I had a few good reasons to quit completely but after some thought decided that it a.) that lets the bastards win and b.) I've made some wonderful friends through this and c.) I can't possibly keep people updated on Jack otherwise.
Internet predators are a fact of life these days. They're everywhere and by the start of October I had begun to have more than my share of problems. From links to pictures of Jack being posted on some internet discussion groups to some truly foul comments in various posts requesting pictures I had pretty much had my fill. I have ip addresses blocked at both the individual and in some cases provider level both with the site software and my hosting service and still they were making life miserable. The less said the better.
Add to this one of my neighbors going off the deep end. You're truly an adult when circumstances force you to retain Minnestoa's best defamation attorney. (Who's exact quote was "You've been wronged. You have a serious case that you should seek representation for.") Again, the less said the better.
Did I mention a 17 year old kid drove his car into the yard, taking out the street light along the way, and left the scene of the accident? (As well as his front license plate?)
There's other stuff as well but those are some of the majors. In the end though none of it matters as the important thing is this:
Jack's healthy and happy and I've never been more blessed than since he came into my life.
I'm back.
Jim
Posted by Jim at 10:07 AM | Comments (1)
February 11, 2007
"It's spelled "Ballista" and I need two of them."
Never the less the first meeting between Jack and that Kris Kringle fellow went pretty well.
Posted by Jim at 09:26 AM | Comments (1)
February 27, 2007
"The Poop Song."
Jack is deep in the throes of Potty training with some mild success. There's been some accidents along the way, notably both occuring with me.
"I pooped."
"Yes. Yes you did."
"I peed too."
"Yes. Yes you did."
*Dad chucks shoes in the wash along with everything else.*
Jack's wearing "big boy" underpants and that's fine as long as there's constant supervision. He's still afraid of bathrooms that aren't "his" though. Diapers still at night and in the accident recovery bag I have handy at all times. (Pants, diapers, extra shoes and socks.) He let go in the doctor's office today and it was like a damn had burst.
The other night he was sitting on the potty chair trying to poop and was getting frustrated. He likes for me to sit on the commode and hold out my fingers like some sort of motorcycle handlebars. He then grabs them and focuses as he attempts to pass something either a.) the size of a pea or b.) something resembling a softball. (There's no in between.) That's when he asked:
"Dad do you poop?"
Rather than brag of my ferocious accomplishments in the field of bathroom endeavors I simply played the card I've been preparing for some time: The Poop Song! After singing a few choruses he chimed right in:
Jack poops, mom poops, everybody poops!
Dad poops, the cats poop, everybody poops!
Grampa poops, grandma poops, everybody poops!
Pirates poop, astronauts poops, everybody poops!
Poop poop poop poop poop poop poop poop!
It goes on but you get the idea. Everyone or thing that Jack asked about pooped and it helped get across that this is a perfectly normal part of growing up. By the end he was singing, I was singing and all was right with poop.
Hope this doesn't get me in too much trouble with the Grandparents.
Posted by Jim at 12:38 PM | Comments (0)
"Great. Do they come with Geritol?"
After putting it off for a while I broke down and made the appointment that I had been dreading: an eye exam.
I've been having problems off and on for a month or so and it reached the point where I needed to do something. The doctor was very pleasant and after a process much improved since my last one, circa 1989, he told me what I was dreading: "You need glasses."
Swell.
Looking at frames this morning was worthless as I was still suffering from having my eyes dialated. Taking Jack back today I stopped by and had another look only to find most of them to be less than appealing. Part of it is my stubbon pride having never needed them before, the other is to avoid looking like some sort of nit with something ugly.
Bah. I'm officially one step closer to old and busted. Hearing "it usually sets in during middle age" didn't help.
Posted by Jim at 12:49 PM | Comments (0)