Friday
Mar052010

BoWo: Best of + Worst of

[Posted by November3]

WO = Worst of the week:

  1. Delivering the news to someone that he/she is being laid off.  Absolutely horrible putting a person through the anger, confusion, sadness, and sheer terror of not knowing what comes next in life.  Just as horrible to put them through the realization that they will have to share the news shortly with their loved ones.
  2. Traveling. Have been to Denver, Malibu, and 24 hours away from red-eye action to Shanghai.  Funny how if it were "time off" we'd be talking skiing, surfing, and exotic travel.  But since it's for work, it's more like, SUCK, SUCK, and oh yeah, MORE SUCK.
  3. Not sleeping in my own bed.
  4. Not being here to put my boys to bed.

BO = Best of the week:

  1. Keeping in perspective that family always comes first.  Always.
  2. Surprising wifey by coming home from Denver a day early.
  3. Having 250 grateful people, including the mayor of Denver, show up for our company's Stimulus Party.
  4. Knowing that the boys don't hold it against me that I missed dinner at home two nights this week and that it's all about discussing with June29 how we can draw up blueprints for a device that will trap Leprechauns!
  5. Getting signed up for the '10 Nautica Malibu Triathlon, which filled up within three hours.
  6. Still being able to do over 20 pullups in a set. 
  7. June29 producing three gi-normous poops all on his own in as many days.
  8. November9 smiling and laughing more than ever.
  9. Realizing that nothing beats the love of a child.  Nothing.

 

Friday
Mar052010

an hour

1:10pm. November9 and I head out to pick up his brother from school. Love the clouds today.

Crossing the street to school. Miss Ellen, the crossing guard, is not there yet. Look at those clouds!

1:20pm. Waiting for Ge-Ge in front of Room 1.

Released and running away.

We head to the playground for some action...

and catch a view from the top.

Never thought a water fountain could be so mesmorizing...

and this is how we spend the rest of the hour.

2:10pm. Heading home.

 

Wednesday
Mar032010

ancient chinese secret

June29 has been taking an abacus class for fun. Emphasis on fun. The class kinda fell into my lap and we showed up having zero expectations. As it turns out, he loves it. Best of all, he's learning math.

I believe that the Chinese figured out the secret of teaching math to kids with the abacus. Created 5000 years ago and taught in schools all over the world (except here), it's a simple tool with a simple function that solves the most complicated equations. My 5-year-old is able to calculate 4-3+2-3 faster than I can think it. Then again, that's not saying much. I suck at math. As the offspring of math whizzes, it's embarrassing. I know for sure that if I had an abacus when I was five, I'd be a different person. Not saying I'd be a better person, but I would've had an easier time in high school.

I believe that if I took an abacus to his kindergarten class and showed the kids how to use it during my volunteer hour, they'd all want one just so they could fiddle with those wooden beads. A tool in disguise as a toy. What they wouldn't realize is that by fiddling with those beads, they'd begin to learn the skill of basic mental math - adding and subtracting in their heads. No fingers to count. No dots to draw. Just numbers to call out.

I used to say that my math skills are equal to a five year old's. Now, I can't even say that.

 

Wednesday
Mar032010

passing it down

We got our new camera...

...so he got our old camera...

...and he got his old camera...

...and everybody's happy.

Sort of.

 

Tuesday
Mar022010

what got the ball rolling

November3 wrote about our dead TV which has led to our non-voluntary boob tube hiatus currently in progress. I used to get therapy from our DVR after a day's work (ie, the dudes are finally out). As a result, I've spent the last two weeks on the computer at night either working, surfing (Gilt and One Kings Lane are evil!) or nursing my new addiction: reading blogs. I gotta say, there are some freakin' creative people out there with much to say. As it turns out, most of the blogs I've read are by women, moms in particular: writers, photographers, crafters, do-it-yourselfers, designers - so, so impressive.

One particular blogger touched my heart in ways I never thought an online journal ever could. (And oh if I could take a photo like she does...) If you have a big chunk of time, you can read her story here. Maybe have a box of tissue nearby. The key is to read it with full attention. You can't watch Terms of Endearment or Kramer vs. Kramer half-assed, and you shouldn't read this story half-assed. Having gone through a pretty harrowing experience, her story inspired me. (The soundtrack adds an extra tug or two on your heartstrings.) But you don't have to go through anything traumatic to appreciate the lesson she learned. 

I guess you could say reading about her one defining moment was what got the ball rolling for me. If she could affect me in this way - a person I've never even heard of or met - how would my boys be affected when they one day read this? Will they roll their eyes in embarrassment or thank me for cataloging our life in bits and pieces? Will they brush me off as their loony old lady or cherish each word, thought and photo? The answers remain to be seen, but my guess is they will roll their eyes and call me loony a few times before they realize otherwise.