October 28, 2008
This one actually didn't have to happen eventually, but it did anyway
Meredith called me at work today to say that Adam had evidently swallowed a toothpick. Or something like a toothpick. Evidently she picked him up for a change and saw something that looked wooden and about an inch and a half in the back of his mouth. She couldn't get it out, and it disappeared, seeming to suggest that he had swallowed it.
On the advice of our doctor's office, Adam went into the ER, where I met them. They did a chest X-ray, but it didn't pick anything up, which they seemed unsurprised by for something wooden. The doctor talked to the GI doctor on call at Children's to decide whether or not they should put a camera down his throat, but they decided not to now. Eventually we were discharged with instructions to give him an all liquid diet for 24 hours and take him to the doctor tomorrow to get checked on.
He seems basically fine. If you didn't know he'd swallowed something, you wouldn't guess it from the way he was acting.
Kids...
It had to happen eventually
Another first for Adam: today he crawled off the bed and discovered gravity.
(He's fine.)
October 20, 2008
Reading
Nathan, in the car: "Why does that say dog?"
We look around outside and Meredith spots the hot dog stand.
Meredith: "Can you read what it says before dog?"
Nathan: "H ... ot ... H ... ot ... Hot!"
Meredith: "So what do you think it is?"
Nathan: "Hot Dogs!"
October 14, 2008
Independence
The other day, I walked upstairs to find Nathan running out of the office.
"Nathan, you're not supposed to be in there. What were you doing?"
"Nothing!"
I walk into the office, with him following.
"What are you doing?"
"Just looking to see what you were up to."
I find my PC sitting at the logon screen with an error message about a bad password.
"Nathan, what were you trying to do with the computer?"
"Umm ... Play World of Warcraft."
At least it should be a few years before he can hack my account.
October 10, 2008
Facebook's ad platform has some very interesting notions of me.
Facebook's hopes of monetizing their platform would seem to rest in ads. It makes sense; Facebook knows tons of information about me, from my age, address, marital status, things I claim to like, friends, etc. In fact, one of the ads I see occasionally is from Facebook touting their own system.
OK, so let's see what it knows about me from my profile:
That's a fair amount ... married, work for Microsoft, live near Seattle, and of course Facebook has my actual birthday, so they know how old I am. So let's see what I get for ads:
Expecting my first? No ... and no. And ... just no.
Okaaaayyyy....
Baby carrier, sure ... but ... Mommies?
Hey, here's one that at least seems targeted at the correct gender:
So maybe they don't think I'm married. Or they think I want to cheat. Actually, given the way this is going, the most likely explanation is that they think I'm a married lesbian who wants to cheat.
Maybe I can get some non-gender specific ads in here...
UC Davis? Sacramento? Kirkland, WA is near Seattle. I don't even think I have a friend on Facebook that lives near Sacramento – the Bay Area is as close as I get with friends, I think. Hey, here's one that's not for Sacramento:
Only it turns out that Foothill Ranch Dentistry is in Southern California – about 1200 miles way. "Just [ten thousand or so] blocks away." Yay!
So, in summary, Facebook's "highly targeted ad system" believes that I am a lesbian mother, who lives in Sacramento, but works in southern CA, and is looking to hook up with a hot chick.
OK, then.
I hope their advertisers aren't paying a lot for this awesome ad system.
October 04, 2008
3 1/2 going on 30
Nathan: "There's pulp in the bottom of my apple juice. You must not have shaken it up enough, Daddy."
Me: "Oh, I'm sorry, Nathan."
Then he moved in for the killing blow.
"When you were a little kid, did you like it when your mama or daddy forgot to shake up your juice enough?"
September 22, 2008
Corollary
Nathan: "I think Adam loves predators."
Me: "Does he?"
Nathan: "Yes. Because he loves Pippin, and Pippin is a predator. So Adam loves predators."
September 09, 2008
His ego is just fine
Nathan, tonight: "At the circus, all of the people there that were girls thought I was their boyfriend. But they were wrong." Followed by much 3-year-old laughter at the thought.
Like all great Nathanisms, this came completely out of the blue.
September 08, 2008
Growing
Friday, Adam sat unassisted for the first time. He can't get into a sitting position by himself, but if you set him down, he can usually sit up OK for a little bit. Unless he's tired, in which case his inner gyroscope fails.
We took the boys to see the Ringling Brothers & Barnum & Baily circus on Saturday. Adam napped for part of it, then woke up in time to see the trapeze acts and LOVED it. I wouldn't have guessed he'd really be that aware of it, but he had a blast. Nathan's favorite part appears to have been the toy sword we bought him afterwards.
Adam has outgrown (in height) his infant car seat. So yesterday we converted Nathan's car seat / booster seat from my car into a booster, and Nathan's convertible car seat from Meredith's back into a rear-facing seat for Adam. We're sad to lose the infant seat, mostly because, since Adam can't really sit reliably, not being able to pick up his car seat out of the car means that doing things like riding in shopping carts or sitting in restaurants / church / wherever is a lot harder.
Nathan also appears to be in a growth spurt of some kind. One day last week, he came downstairs in the morning, ate three pieces of toast (usually getting him to eat one first thing is a stretch), then asked if it was snack time yet. He continued to just inhale food the rest of the day.