I meant to put something up this weekend, but I got sidetracked by my other blog, which required a post because I got another New York Times crossword puzzle published on Monday. I'm kinda making a name for myself in Crossworld, which is cool. (And I've got a bunch more on the way too!)
So I'm home from work today because Lil' S1 threw up like six times yesterday, so he couldn't go to school today. He's taking a nap now, the length or which will be directly correlated to the length of this post. It's weird, he's not showing any signs of being sick other than throwing up -- which is a bit like the old joke "Other than that, how was the play Mrs. Lincoln?" -- but usually when somebody is vomiting there are auxiliary symptoms. With Lil' S1 there seem to be none, and today he has been acting completely normally. Maybe he ate something that gave him mild food poisoning, or maybe he caught a very centralized stomach bug -- I don't know. I just hope it is gone by tomorrow. One day off with him is actually kinda nice, but two days is starting to push it. I would definitely struggle as a stay-at-home dad. It's funny, I asked him what he wanted to do today "museum? movie? park?" and what's his response? "Daddy, can we go to Target?!" Target happens to be in the same building as our gym, and they have daycare service, so I was actually in favor of this proposal. Might as well get in a workout if I'm not going to work.
In other news, as you probably know, the final presidential debate is tonight. I'll very likely watch it -- if only for the finality of it. It's like when you watch a TV series that you've invested a lot of time in, but it starts to totally go off the rails at the end, but you still feel compelled to watch the finale. That's how I am with this debate. Honestly, I doubt it will matter much at all. I suspect the vast, vast majority of people have decided already and aren't open to having their minds changed this late in the game. For people who like Hillary and/or hate Trump, this is good news, as she has a commanding lead in the polls and will win handily if all her potential voters turn out. That's my biggest fear: That would-be Hillary voters overwhelmingly don't turn out, because they never really supported her in the first place, and, when it actually comes down to it, aren't going to be motivated enough by the prospect of her in the White House to endure the slight inconvenience of going to the voting booth. Another, smaller fear is that there are many people who support Trump but are embarrassed to admit it, so they are lying to pollsters about it, and thus the race is actually much closer than it appears. My coworker subscribes to this theory, but I think he's a closet Trump supporter, so he could just be projecting his feelings onto everybody else. My intuition from day one is that Hillary is a heavy favorite, and that's what the models that nailed the last two presidential elections are saying, so that's probably the way it is.
In other other news, Lil' S2 is getting really cute. He's nearing maximum cuteness, which happens at some point between one and a half and two and a half. The problem is that he's only cute about 10% of the time, and the other 90% he's either sleeping or he's fussing. That kid is cranky. He just whines about everything -- I mean more than other kids his age, more than his brother at that age. He's also a bit of a daddy's boy, so I get the brunt of it. If I'm home and not holding him at that precise moment, he will toddle over to me and tug on my pant legs and whine. To makes matter worse, the moment I pick him up, his brother will come running over and demand to be picked up as well ("Daddy, I'm tired of walking"). It's nice to be wanted, and people always say you miss it when it's gone, but I don't think I'm going to miss this.
In other ways, however, Lil' S2 is much easier than his brother was at his age. He's easier to put to bed, and he's much easier to feed. Lil' S1 has been a finicky eater since we gave him solids. He just doesn't seem to like eating for some reason. His brother is the exact opposite. That kid will mow down whatever you put in front of him. For breakfast, Lil' S1 will take three bites of an English muffin with cream cheese and then say he's full, while Lil' S2 will eat a piece of bread, a yogurt, half a banana, and some of my oatmeal, and then want a bottle of milk on top of all that. This could very well be how most kids his age eat, and it just seems like a huge amount to me because I'm used to his brother...
Speaking of which, I hear some rustling upstairs. I'd better throw some pics on this bad boy and call it an entry.
Until next time...
So I'm home from work today because Lil' S1 threw up like six times yesterday, so he couldn't go to school today. He's taking a nap now, the length or which will be directly correlated to the length of this post. It's weird, he's not showing any signs of being sick other than throwing up -- which is a bit like the old joke "Other than that, how was the play Mrs. Lincoln?" -- but usually when somebody is vomiting there are auxiliary symptoms. With Lil' S1 there seem to be none, and today he has been acting completely normally. Maybe he ate something that gave him mild food poisoning, or maybe he caught a very centralized stomach bug -- I don't know. I just hope it is gone by tomorrow. One day off with him is actually kinda nice, but two days is starting to push it. I would definitely struggle as a stay-at-home dad. It's funny, I asked him what he wanted to do today "museum? movie? park?" and what's his response? "Daddy, can we go to Target?!" Target happens to be in the same building as our gym, and they have daycare service, so I was actually in favor of this proposal. Might as well get in a workout if I'm not going to work.
In other news, as you probably know, the final presidential debate is tonight. I'll very likely watch it -- if only for the finality of it. It's like when you watch a TV series that you've invested a lot of time in, but it starts to totally go off the rails at the end, but you still feel compelled to watch the finale. That's how I am with this debate. Honestly, I doubt it will matter much at all. I suspect the vast, vast majority of people have decided already and aren't open to having their minds changed this late in the game. For people who like Hillary and/or hate Trump, this is good news, as she has a commanding lead in the polls and will win handily if all her potential voters turn out. That's my biggest fear: That would-be Hillary voters overwhelmingly don't turn out, because they never really supported her in the first place, and, when it actually comes down to it, aren't going to be motivated enough by the prospect of her in the White House to endure the slight inconvenience of going to the voting booth. Another, smaller fear is that there are many people who support Trump but are embarrassed to admit it, so they are lying to pollsters about it, and thus the race is actually much closer than it appears. My coworker subscribes to this theory, but I think he's a closet Trump supporter, so he could just be projecting his feelings onto everybody else. My intuition from day one is that Hillary is a heavy favorite, and that's what the models that nailed the last two presidential elections are saying, so that's probably the way it is.
[I'm not with him! And if you're not either, vote, dammit!]
In other other news, Lil' S2 is getting really cute. He's nearing maximum cuteness, which happens at some point between one and a half and two and a half. The problem is that he's only cute about 10% of the time, and the other 90% he's either sleeping or he's fussing. That kid is cranky. He just whines about everything -- I mean more than other kids his age, more than his brother at that age. He's also a bit of a daddy's boy, so I get the brunt of it. If I'm home and not holding him at that precise moment, he will toddle over to me and tug on my pant legs and whine. To makes matter worse, the moment I pick him up, his brother will come running over and demand to be picked up as well ("Daddy, I'm tired of walking"). It's nice to be wanted, and people always say you miss it when it's gone, but I don't think I'm going to miss this.
In other ways, however, Lil' S2 is much easier than his brother was at his age. He's easier to put to bed, and he's much easier to feed. Lil' S1 has been a finicky eater since we gave him solids. He just doesn't seem to like eating for some reason. His brother is the exact opposite. That kid will mow down whatever you put in front of him. For breakfast, Lil' S1 will take three bites of an English muffin with cream cheese and then say he's full, while Lil' S2 will eat a piece of bread, a yogurt, half a banana, and some of my oatmeal, and then want a bottle of milk on top of all that. This could very well be how most kids his age eat, and it just seems like a huge amount to me because I'm used to his brother...
Speaking of which, I hear some rustling upstairs. I'd better throw some pics on this bad boy and call it an entry.
Until next time...
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