Tuesday, August 31, 2004

Third draft: I think this Micheal Moore column is not thoughtful, but somewhat useful because there are a lot of people with his same set of prejudices, as noted in a Roger Simon post below.
Posted AUG 31 2004, 1:07 PM CDT (link here)
Here! Here! Mr. McCain said the debate over Iraq and terrorism "should remain an argument among friends who share an unshaken belief in our great cause, and in the goodness of each other."
Posted AUG 31 2004, 8:01 AM CDT (link here)

Monday, August 30, 2004

Here's a Roger Simon post on fear of Republicans:

"Most of my life I rarely talked to Republicans -- not seriously anyway. If I did it was without the full knowledge that they were Republicans. I didn't think they would have much to say that would interest me, that they were intellectually bankrupt and probably greedy, possibly even racists. I was that prejudiced. Of course, secretly I read Milton Friedman, realizing that the educated man should be aware of his economic theories. I did admire William F. Buckley's prose. And P. J. O'Rourke did make me laugh - although I didn't want to admit it. But these were the exceptions."

It's a fun read and he takes the same shot at Howell Raines that I would have taken. I think Raines likes himself very much. "Sophisticated reader," indeed.

Posted AUG 30 2004, 2:20 PM CDT (link here)

Thursday, August 26, 2004

Then would you read a Sustaining Book such as would help and comfort a Wedged Bear in Great Tightness?
If empty nest syndrome begins when the child goes to college, then I've been infected with (though not clinically diagnosed) with empty nest disorder. The disorder is a taste of the syndrome and it begins at pre-school.

Miss E. was brave and excited. She didn't even ask if I would be staying with her at school instead of just dropping off. I was excited for her because I knew she'd been ready for this for several months. She's becoming social. It should only take her 27 more years to find out that she's asocial, that is, if she's anything like her parents.

It was the class's second day, but her first, since she was on the waiting list. Her dad, brother and I saw her off at Room 4. There was confusion about which room it was to be. An alarmed phone call the day before confirming her birthdate did not tip me off that they had confused her for a four-year-old. Luckily, there was space in the three-year-old class. The pastor's wife and childhood education director interrupted a harried church secretary to find out which room we were to be in. Renee earned my respect by fielding two other moms, a phone call and finding the required information for our pre-schooler. We were ten minutes early, but Ms. Darlene, the teacher's assistant, opened the door to meet us before the other students. Ms. Marybeth, the class's head teacher approached. She was warm and motherly with four teenagers of her own. The Divine Miss E. headed right for the toys next to another day-two starter named Kayla. Kayla's mom looked like I felt. Hard to take your gaze away from your little one on their first day. On your first day.

Did we bring a snack? Yes. And here are her spare set of clothes. Thank you.

I take a few pictures. We tell her we're leaving.


What? No compulsory hugs and kisses? Tech Support and I look at each other and decide to lay them on her anyway in case she changes her mind after we're gone.

We're gone. I give Tech Support permission to take a picture of me crying in the car, but the batteries have died. Tech Support drops us at home and
Snort and I are surrounded by silence. Even he doesn't want anything. The quietness of an empty house is hollow, empty, not filled with the self-centered tension of being awake while everyone else sleeps, not filled with the promise of a good morning kiss from your husband, the insistence of a grouchy daughter for a spot on your lap, and a no don't kiss me!

Snort and I sat in the unnatural stillness for twenty minutes and then ZIP! I fed him, cleaned the house, bathed him, fed him again, downloaded some pictures, re-charged batteries and was still--still--five minutes early in picking her up two-and-a-half hours later. This is going to work out nicely for both of us. And when Snort and I did pick her up, this is what greeted us...

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......a Sustaining Smile such as would help and comfort a Nervous Mother in Great Quietness.
Posted AUG 26 2004, 4:22 PM CDT (link here)

Monday, August 23, 2004

Eeking this out of my lazy mind and fingers. Why don't I want to write? Lots of funny writable moments scribble in my mind throughout the week, but there's feeding and playing and cleaning and the Olympics to distract.

A big week for the Divine Miss E. (Big Sis), or more likely for her mother. She had her first ballet class this week. We arrived five or ten minutes early, exactly as Colleen and her daughter pulled up, went inside, waited until Ms. Shelly opened the door to the classroom. The daycare darling clung to her mother and cried. My little girl zipped into the room as if to say get me the hell away from domestic life; let's launch my career into fabulousness! This reminds me to check how we're doing on the waiting lists at pre-school. [Update: no need to check. The pre-school called me before I got to post this item and she'll start Wednesday.] She aches for social interaction. Daycare D. is coaxed out of her mother's arms and into Ms. Shelly's and the door shuts. I venture to the 12-inch by 12-inch window pain to see how they're doing. A row of little girls are sitting in front of pieces of tape on the floor, except for the one in the teacher's lap. Miss E. looks serious and determined and voiceless, as she absorbs her new surroundings.

Her debut into a class structure had me in tears a week earlier, and had Tech Support imploring me to choose another dance studio. The thirty minute orientation for moms turned out to be an hour's lecture on how difficult it is to run a business and that late payments are not well-tolerated. Twenty-seven year-old Shelly and her husband of five years, Mr. Ron, sucked the joy out of what I thought would be an introduction on how little girls learn to turn around, stand in line and generally look cute. No anecdotes or stories of their laughter and excitedness and the general tons of fun they'd have. Instead we learned that the cost of a large darkened window is $7000, that's why there's only a small square window on the door, and that her father had personally built the studio floor so please no street shoes in the studio.

I had neither intention nor fear of being late with a payment, but feeling aggressive at her aggressivenss, I raised my hand to ask what would happen anyway--would my daughter be escorted from class?

I didn't even listen to her answer. Of course no one's going to make a public announcement in front of the entire class that little Suzi has to leave the room because her mother is too poor to pay for lessons--there would be three warnings and any bouncing of the students would come over the phone. policy.

Intellectualizing my emotional reaction got me to get her into class. That, and an email to the instructor on what her goals are for the three-year-olds. Her response started out a bit perplexed:

As you saw on the video (with the little ones in black & white), that is the end goal..to put them on stage to perform for you.
She's right. There was a video of last year's recital. That was disappointing too. I hated the costumes for the three-year-old class--black and white with gigantic layered tulle cap sleeves, dipped in a vat of glitter. The artistic direction for the teenagers was not good--three girls in tu-tus and basketball jerseys. They looked like drag queens. No, not like drag queens, like heterosexual men dressing up like women trying to be funny. It's not funny to me. It's not offensive to me either; I just never thought heteros dressing in feminine attire was necessarily funny. Then, she gets to what I'd wanted to hear at orientation:

Actually there is more to it than that. During the year we learn various movements in ballet and tap and end up putting those into a mini dance for them. I use proper names but also imagery as I realize little ones do not always remember the correct verbiage. For instance in ballet, 1st position, I tell them to make "pizza feet", which is in essence teaching them to stand in 1st with their heels together. In tap, we do shuffle step by learning to "brush the bug front & back and squash it". The big accomplishment for these kids is going out on this very large stage alone,finding their mark and doing their dance (or at least portions of it). To be honest the best part of these kids is seeing them do their own thing on stage.
And I am relieved. Her meeting was so serious and joyless that I almost couldn't bring myself to sign Miss E. up, but sign her up I did and she looked like she was having fun.

Many of the other moms at orientation looked like former ballerinas--slim, small-boned, angular features. They sat in hushed excitement. I sat uncomfortable in ill-fitting pre-pregnancy clothes, disappointed, deflated, alone.

Those are my memories of dance class--no bonding, no giggling, no shared knowing glances with a girlfriend, not even a feeling of accomplishment (I think because we never did anything difficult, although I do remember the shuffl-ball-change!). Not what I thought it would be, but I was eleven; she's three. Other women have other memories and banking on that, the Divine Miss E. is getting her chance. I'll monitor for any sign of unhappiness with the class. The recital isn't until June. She doesn't have to perform if she doesn't want to; she can quit at any time. In the meantime, I'll listen carefully and watch to see if she finds her voice and can articulate her feelings on the matter.
Posted AUG 23 2004, 3:14 PM CDT (link here)

Wednesday, August 18, 2004

Groggy, not bloggy this week. And I have a little politics fatigue. Can't wait until the my-man-no, my-man! season's over. Then we can get back to the calmer four years of your-man-sucks!--No, he-doesn't! season.
Posted AUG 18 2004, 2:45 PM CDT (link here)

Thursday, August 12, 2004

The Daily Howler stops the spin on whether Kerry is the most liberal democrat in the senate.

That rating is based on calendar year 2003, when both senators?campaigning for the White House?missed large numbers of the 62 votes the Journal used for its tabulations. (Kerry missed 37 of the 62 votes; Edwards missed 22.)
Well, now we know.
Posted AUG 3 2004, 8:15 PM CDT (link here)

Wednesday, August 11, 2004

I feel completely attacked. I had no idea people were so uptight about breastfeeding.

The objection is not with the babies, God bless their mewling little souls. Nor is it with the medical benefits of nursing, or even the legal right to do so. It's about the fragile balance of liberty and taste, questions of appropriateness and venue. [Bystander: How about the fragile balance of thoughtfulness and sensitivity?] It's about the slippery and ever-changing slope of social standards...

But overt public breast-feeding makes lots of people uncomfortable, [Bystander: So do snotty journalists from East Coast papers.} so this is less about nursing than about imposing a belief system on those who do not share her views. [Bystander: A belief system? You mean like a religion? People don't breast-feed on faith; we do it on hard medical evidence of the benefits. Holy Toledo, I'm fired up!] It's about who offends whom, [Bystander: Yes, could you please stop writing.] for what reasons, in what settings. It's not about rights, per se. It's about taste and prevailing social norms.

I thought we got passed all this in the 1980's. Well, there's not much to see. Once baby is latched on, there's no more skin than a low-cut shirt. I guess the writer would have all breast-feeding mothers be housebound. She mentions she breast-fed, but not for how long. Since she's working, my guess is three months. My little guy sometimes eats every hour-and-a-half. It can take ten to thirty minutes to feed him. That gives me at best an hour to organize myself, him, his sister and get out of the house, then back in time for another feeding.

Pumps exist it's true, but if he never skips a meal (he's very big for his age), then you have nothing to pump. Cabin fever creeps up quietly and young mom finds herself depressed--maybe because under Roxanne Robert's rules, she hasn't been out of the house for a year. I've breast-fed maybe half a dozen or so times in public with this one because, well, I prefer the privacy, but sometimes the car is parked half a mile away, or it isn't but it's 105 degrees inside it or it's not convenient for some other reason, I need to feed the little guy in public. I tried to do it one time on a park bench on a sidewalk in an old town. The sun was coming down, I covered him w/ a light-weight flannel blanket and we just couldn't make it happen. Poor guy was so hot, we just gave up and got him into air conditioning, where he fell asleep.

Got leared at by an old lady last week even though I had a blanket over him. I don't know. I don't see what the big deal is.

When I lived in Austin, I felt much more comfortable about breast-feeding in public. Good thing Roxanne Roberts doesn't live there. This is not about taste! It's about the liberties of nursing mothers.

Sorry for the rant.
Posted AUG 11 2004, 4:20 PM CDT (link here)

Monday, August 09, 2004

At the bottom of this post, Instapundit posts an email from Northwestern Univ. law professor Jim Lindgren. I'm shameleslly posting almost all of it:

This press coverage follows the pattern. Kerry almost certainly falsely stated that he resigned from Viet Nam Vets Against the War BEFORE the fateful meeting at which the plot to assassinate several pro-war US Senators was debated. Yet when both FBI records and some of his supporters verified that Kerry had spoken forcefully against the proposal to murder Senators (to Kerry's credit at the time), most of the press did nothing. Can you imagine if Bush had been caught in such a falsehood, saying that he didn't attend a meeting where others were proposing to murder US Senators when he had been present and helped to persuade them not to do it?

Just yesterday it was revealed that when Kerry heard about the second plane hitting the World Trade Center, he admitted that he was too stunned to think clearly for quite a while. This contrasts with among Bush's first statements to his aides that we are at war (i.e., moving out of the "criminal act" mode of the Clinton administration). Bush was praised for being among the first to understand that the world had changed. Then Kerry had the nerve to criticize Bush for acting calmly in the initial minutes after the attack. If Bush had done this--criticizing Kerry for not thinking clearly when he had admitted that he was paralyzed in shock--the press would crucify Bush. But Kerry will get another pass--just wait and see.

Likewise, the statements that Bush lied about the foreign intelligence reports regarding uranium: It was a big story when the press thought that Bush might be lying, but it was mostly a non-story when it turned out that he wasn't.

If one were just watching the network news, one would think that Bush was the one with the honesty problem. Why doesn't the press just cover the stories on both sides and let the voters decide whom to vote for? Frankly, I find the press bias this year pretty frightening, not because Kerry as president will be so terrible (I doubt that he will be), but for what it says about the future of democracy in a world where traditional media still dominate public discourse. Kerry would not stand a chance if the press bias were reversed.

I think that the press will choose the president this year; I hope that they have chosen wisely.

Posted AUG 9 2004, 4:15 PM CDT (link here)

Speaking of breastfeeding, a friend recently lamented the negative attitudes of breastfeeding in public. Where, I thought? Apparently, at Starbucks: Lactate with a latte! Not a bad rallying cry.
Posted AUG 9 2004, 10:07 AM CDT (link here)

Sunday, August 08, 2004

At least with Bush, he's staying consistent in his message on the war. Kerry keeps honing his message:

Bush is stepping up pressure on Kerry to declare whether it was right to oust Hussein, despite the failure to find weapons of mass destruction in Iraq. Steve Schmidt, a Bush campaign spokesman, said the president would not only have still ousted Hussein, but not adjusted the strategy or timing of the military strike. "Unequivocal answer: [Bush] would have removed Saddam when we did," Schmidt wrote via e-mail.

Knowing then what he knows today about the lack of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq, Kerry still would have voted to authorize the war and "in all probability" would have launched a military attack to oust Hussein by now if he were president, Kerry national security adviser Jamie Rubin said in an interview Saturday. As recently as Friday, the Massachusetts senator had said he only "might" have still gone to war.

I think if Kerry's elected, his supporters will be extremely disappointed, but will they claim Kerry lied?

Posted AUG 8 2004, 9:10 PM CDT (link here)
Friend in town, so I've done very little reading this weekend, but I was terribly disheartened to read that journalists at the Unity convention didn't even pretend to be impartial:

WASHINGTON ? Journalists usually are polite but not enthusiastic when politicians speak at their conferences. In the USA, at least, most reporters and editors try to appear to be non-partisan....

There was applause nearly 50 times during [Kerry's] address. There was laughter when he took a shot at the Bush administration by noting that "just saying there are weapons of mass destruction (in Iraq) doesn't make it so." He got a standing ovation at the end.

Read it all, if you're in the mood to be bummed out!
Posted AUG 8 2004, 9:04 PM CDT (link here)

Saturday, August 07, 2004


Most of my reflexive anti-militarism of the early 80s came not from any deep-seated conviction about the ethics of force, but from a desire to stay in coffeehouses smoking cigarettes and reading books as long as I wanted to. It was selfish and cowardly, but I had a vast body of literature and philosophy to help me convince myself otherwise.

Posted AUG 7 2004, 9:59 AM CDT (link here)

Friday, August 06, 2004

Weird couple of days for the press: Fox New's Carl Cameron confirmed to the FBI "that Sen. Richard Shelby (R-Ala.) divulged classified intercepted messages to the media when he was on the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence."

The disclosure involved two messages that were intercepted by the National Security Agency on the eve of the Sept. 11, 2001, attacks but were not translated until Sept. 12. The Arabic-language messages said "The match is about to begin" and "Tomorrow is zero hour." The Washington Post, citing senior U.S. intelligence officials, reported the same messages in its June 20, 2002, editions.
Cameron said he initially declined to answer their questions, but then "sent it upstairs to the lawyers."


Several House Democrats have sent a letter to Rupert Murdoch, chairman of the parent company of Fox News Channel (search), demanding that the network, "abandon its role as a proxy for the Republican Party's communications office."

Posted AUG 6 2004, 7:03 AM CDT (link here)

Tuesday, August 03, 2004

Donald Sensing is a former marine and a current (I think) pastor. I don't read him daily, but I sure do like him.

In my old essay, "What makes a hero?," I told of now -deceased B-17 pilot, a member of my church.

He flew 16 complete combat missions over Nazi Germany. He only flew half of number 17, because a Focke-Wulfe fighter got him. He and the crew bailed out, but two crewmen didn't survive. He landed safely, near his copilot, who broke his leg upon landing. Bob stayed with him and shortly a farmer came out. Bob said he didn't try to resist. He and the copilot were deep in the heart of Germany and he knew that Nazi police or troops would surely be coming for them soon. The farmer took them on a horsecart to his house. He spoke no English, but his wife began to prepare them a large dinner. After awhile, a 15-year-old girl bicycled up. She spoke some English, having taken it in school.

Bob and his copilot wound up staying the night. The next morning the Luftwaffe took them into captivity. Bob always spoke warmly of the German family who was so hospitable to them even though they were the family's enemies. Bob was a POW for 10 months. He stretched the camp rules as far as he could go. POWs were required to salute German officers of equal or greater rank. So Bob grew a toothbrush mustache like Hitler's and every time he encountered a German officer he snapped to rigid attention, glared straight forward, clicked his heels together and threw his right arm up and out in an exaggerated Nazi salute. Then he would shout, "Guten morgen, Herr Offizier! Eet giffs me grosse happiness to greet you!" or some similar line.

Needless to say, the Germans were not amused. After awhile they pinned him down and told him he would be severely punished if he didn't shave off the mustache and stop the mockery. ...

After Saving Private Ryan was released, Bob and I talked about it some. He said he had never really realized what the ground troops had gone through in the war. "Boy," he said, "those guys really had it rough."

Here was a man who had flown 16 times through the worst Germany had to offer. He had lost three crewman to enemy fire (two when they were shot down, one on a previous mission). He had seen his friends blown to pieces by flak and had watched other bombers collide in foul weather, killing all aboard. Finally, he had bailed out of a burning plane. He had endured 10 months of captivity. And what did he say about the infantry? "Those guys had it rough."

I ended the essay by observing, "I think that the real mark of a hero is thinking that the real heroes are the other guys."

But I tell you, I know the guys today have it rough, and I sure don't think I'm a hero.

Posted AUG 3 2004, 3:56 PM CDT (link here)

Some polls taken after (and during) the Democratic convention

Rasmussen: 3 point bounce

Newsweek: 4 point gain for Kerry

CBS: 2 point bounce

Gallup-USA Today: A 4-5 point loss

ABC-WaPo: 8 point gain for Kerry among registered voters; 6 points among "likely" voters.

I took these from Kausfiles, not from the sources. Go to him for quips and opinion and direct links.

Go to CJR to find out why Newsweek's poll isn't entirely fair.

Newsweek this past weekend did no one any favors by releasing a poll immediately after the convention that many have interpreted as a measure of Kerry's post-convention bounce in popularity -- even though half of the poll was conducted before Kerry's speech accepting the nomination on Thursday night.
The convention's over and nobody got hurt! That's success enough for me this year. Let's hope the Republicans also have a safe convention.
Posted AUG 3 2004, 3:37 PM CDT (link here)
Recomended reading: David Brooks' column is all about zeitgeist today, which perks up my ears because so many Americans take their political cues from non-news television and movies. As a teen, I learned about the military watching MASH, learned about politics listening to music and musicians. Who needs the news? He also echoes a point I made in a June 5 post, that people are mythologizing soldiers, mostly because they don't know them. And he notes, "there are large demographic chunks of the nation in which almost nobody serves. People there may not know what's bigger, a brigade or a battalion." Guilty as charged!
Posted AUG 3 2004, 3:15 PM CDT (link here)

Monday, August 02, 2004

A little shopping therapy was in order after seeing Tina Fey's hilarious mock commercial on SNL this weekend. I'm typing from memory here: "For that special lady in your life, when she stops being a woman and becomes a mom."

She's so right, by the way. Along with almost all the other moms at the park, the mall, the grocery store, I'd given up shopping while my waist and hips gave way to childbirth and started wearing the uniform of moms trying to look slim: overalls! In a last-ditch effort at holding onto youth, I cleaned out my drawers and closet and rid myself of (almost) all of them, thereby forcing myself into a position of having to shop.

I have to, Tech Support.*

I'm an annoying six (practically) or eight (optimistically) pounds from my pre-pregnancy weight, and as I'm pear-shaped, that leaves me a size up in the pants department. No dieting for a breast-feeding mom, esp. with a little monster like Vacuusuck ...er, Snort, so I bought at one-size up and am relieved to look taller and slimmer, if it's only the illusion that low-waisted slacks on a freakishly short-waisted woman bring. Cheers.

*He doesn't really mind. He's always urging me to spend more money on me, but that would make it difficult for me to play the martyr, now wouldn't it?
Posted AUG 2 2004, 4:06 PM CDT (link here)
Good news for Bystander's side of the family!

It is news guaranteed to raise a cheer among those who enjoy a glass or two: drinking half a bottle of wine a day can make your brain work better, especially if you are a woman.

Posted AUG 2 2004, 12:11 PM CDT (link here)

Sunday, August 01, 2004

The following is family drivel that I'll post now and edit later. Move on if you're inclined.

Last night felt like Thanksgiving in New York. Air conditioning has a way of playing with your head in that way. It may also have been that we were luxuriating in, at and around our new kitchen table and chairs. We'd been plotting the dinette's arrival since we'd moved to North Texas, as the handmade table, built by Tech Support, fit snugly in our New York apartment, but is really too small for four people. The black leather card-table chairs that surrounded it not only clung to peanut butter, jelly, and all manner of dirt, they kept folding up on Big Sis any time she got squirmy at meal time.

We cringed every time a chair snapped shut on her, but she always bore the indignation with only a startled expression before getting right back up on that horse. That's the way my little toughy is.

No more. Her brother won't be put in that danger. I suppose later in life, she'll quiz us accusingly why we let her live in cartoon-like peril at every meal. I won't have an answer for her.

Last night, bed at 10:30, a 2 A.M. request for water from Big Sis; at 2:18 Snort woke up crying for a feeding; at 2:45 Big Sis came into our room confused, "My big-girl underwear is wet," in a voice as sweet as sugar; Tech Support handles her crisis; at 4:15, Snort again shouts out for room service, and all my wishing won't make him stop. Six A.M., another cry from the room next door and I nudge Tech Support to handle it as it's my weekly morning to sleep in.

Tech Support coaxes Snort back to sleep in the swing and lies down on the futon next to him. I wake up at 9:00, hear Big Sis practicing her letters and sounds in her room and find the men of the family passed out in the guest room. It was a good morning.

Snort is doing well. Last week he had us fooled into thinking he was going to start sleeping through the night on a regular basis. This week we are not amused by his little joke, but taking it with good humor nontheless. That's the difference between numbers one and two. A parent's behavior with number two is fueled by the memory of how fast number one's babyhood slipped away. You're less afraid with number two and more mindful of the preciousness of this time. I regret that for Big Sis, and I regret that she had to teach me how to love a baby, but I don't think it could have happened any other way.

Being less afraid with the second baby doesn't mean fearless. A wet cough brought us to our pediatrician's partner a week and a half ago and home with a nebulizer. Good grief! That's a bad word in my family with more than one asthmatic. The blood drained from my face as the nurse went through its instructions. The doctor could hear him weez through the stethoscope, but determined he was getting enough oxygen. Use it three to four times a day and come back tomorrow to see his regular doctor. I spent an hour-and-a-half at home deflecting Big Sis so that I could go over the machine's instructions, the doctor's instructions, and the medicine's instructions, I spent ten minutes carefully cleaning the various parts and fifteen minutes applying it to his little nose and mouth. The next day, Dr. Jill is less alarmed than her partner. Use it at will, the vapor may help open up his passages, do not worry. A week later, the wetness has completely passed.

Which left us only his diaper to worry about. When last weighed, Snort was in the 97th percentile for weight. Yesterday, I started going through his six-nine month clothes looking for something not too wintery to wear. Since Thursday night, Snort had produced only wet diapers. [Are non-parents interested in this kind of stuff?--ed. They ought to know what they're missing out on!] Now, if spitting up were an Olympic sport, Snort would be leaning down from the highest pedestal in Athens to accept the gold medal this summer. He spits up at least a quarter of what I feed him. (Of course, I can only guess as he is breast fed.) So to not get a dirty diaper out of him in 36 hours is reason enough for parents to bring it up over burgers and shakes.

Not to worry, once home, Snort announced a new olympic sport and set the first record, but after a bath, washing laundry and a use of a little pine sol, our home is back to the semi-clean state it once was.

And Snort is back to the smiling, laughing three-month-old infant he has grown to be, different from his sister, who at the same age, was too busy looking at cieling fans, window blinds, and lifting her head to see what lay beyond to be bothered with play. Funny, how different two children can be.

Of course, the older she gets, the more interested in play she becomes and the more she wants someone to play with. Even as I write, and her father works to complete his radio-controlled virus-shaped hovercraft, she tries to engage me in having a pretend picnic. Pre-school and ballet lessons are in her near future, as an experiment in socializing, but with two asocial parents, her chances at winning most popular are pretty slim. We'll just aim for happy, instead.
Posted AUG 1 2004, 12:44 PM CDT (link here)