December 2008


We’ve been having some DSL connection issues so I’ve not been able to post but I couldn’t let 2008 slip past without one last post. This video encapsulates everything I loved about 2008 and wish for more of in 2009.

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Peacock

Walker pretends to be a peacock at the zoo.

Clearly I’m old. I think I’ve pondered this publicly before, but I’m feeling old today. This week was extremely busy. The Adobe Sales and Marketing Conference was in San Jose this week and I traveled the 52 miles each way all week. Events started between 8:30 and 9 each day and ended a varying times in the evening with one night ending at 10:30 (although many of my colleagues remained festive for many more hours). Twice in my life I’ve commuted daily to Silicon Valley and while tiring, it was not a big deal. But I guess I’m old now and it was draining. Ok, perhaps a contributing factor was the 5 am Walker wake-up call or the three presentations I had to do on Digital Marketing and Social Media or the fact that Moxie is peeing on everything we own because she isn’t getting enough thyroid medicine. But nonetheless, here I sit thinking how a younger me would be ready to go out and see a movie. (And you thought I was going to say, “go out on the town.” That was never really my thing. A movie was about as CRAZY as I got.)

And there is one small story bomb from the last paragraph. Of course, the week I’m totally crazy and traveling and having to give a presentation to 250 people, my 15.75 year old kittie gets sick. She’s peeing on EVERYTHING from the bed to the floor to the rug. Anywhere BUT her box. And she’s vomiting as well. So Larry is a wonderful man and says he’ll take her to the vet. On Monday, before I leave, I arrange to have her visit her doctor at 9:30. At 9:15 (a bit later than I know Larry would have liked), Larry drives to the vet. He barely misses a jogger who ran out in front of the car as he rolls through a stop sign three blocks from the house. RIGHT IN FRONT OF A COP. The blue lights turn on and Larry stops and rolls down the window as the cop asks him for his ID. “Hi. I’m late taking my wife’s DEAD MOTHER’S SICK CAT to the vet.” The cop just looks at him. “OK. Just be safe, Man,” the cop replies. Clearly he didn’t want to deal with Moxie (who had peed and vomited in her box in the back seat) even more than Larry. Good news, it’s nothing major. Just a bit more medicine for the Princess and she’s feeling much better.

Very serious about his haircut This week did have a Walker moment. On Monday, I was getting ready to head down to SJ and Walker was munching on some bread. We were in the back of the house and I could tell, he wanted some milk. I looked at him and said, “Walker, your milk is on the chair.” He looked back at me, ran down the hall and returned sucking down his milk. Now, I didn’t tell him which chair or point toward the kitchen. He just knew what I meant and he followed my instructions. This is notable because he’s still chatting away in his own language and selectively pays attention to me. So, when there’s a moment when it’s very clear he knows what I’m saying and acts on it, it makes me feel like we have a deeper connection.

Last weekend we realized Walker was getting to look a bit like a mop top and we thought it was time to get a trim. We took him to Harry, the neighborhood barber who has been giving Larry a #1 all around for the last 9 years. We weren’t sure how Walker was going to take to a big boy barber but he stuck it out like a trooper. Harry used both scissors and the buzzer. No tears were shed.

A few weeks ago, I signed the contracts to put solar panels on our roof so we cut our electric bill to almost $0. I can’t believe we are going to make such a significant “go green” commitment but we do need a new roof and we figured that while we were at it, we might as well try to reduce the environmental impact of our existence (which is good since I did do an awful lot of driving this week.) The solar was actually the easy decision. We’re still getting quotes and deciding on the new roof. Who knew there were so many roofing options for a “low slope” roof in the Sunset. Ugh. I know way more about modified bitumen and tar and gravel than I ever wanted to know. And golly, I learned that it’s probably a good idea to have folks do maintenance on your roof once every 7 years or so. Hmmm. Good to know. Oh, and of course, we have to take a few years off the life of anything we have because we live out at the beach. Our fantastic location was the reason we needed new break pads, “Was this car driven a lot in the snow?” was the question the two different garages asked us. “No, we live at Ocean Beach.” They both nodded and muttered, “Of course.” So, it appears that roofs, skylights, gutters, and other parts of our house have more limited life spans as well. I’ll just have to update the financial models in light of this new information. And if you think I HAVE financial models, you give me too much credit.

Wicker headed robot We’ve found Walker enjoys wicker. He loves to sit in the wicker clothes basket. And now he loves to walk around with the wicker trash basket on his head. We like to call him Wicker Robot. He’s able to navigate surprisingly well in this get up. He rarely bumps into walls and he’s logged quite a bit of time as a robot so he’s had ample opportunity for bumps and bruises.

Speaking of bumps and bruises, Walker is very interested in spending time on his head. When he’s not trying to climb up on the practical baskets that are supposed to help keep the house a tad tidier than it is normally after Toddler Bomb explodes, he bends over and puts his head on the floor. I figured out he’s trying to do a somersault. You see, Alex, his gym teacher (yes, he has a gym teacher), absolutely ADORES him. He’s always trying to teach him something new. Walker spends each day trying to figure out how to get some air when he jumps — he’s got the bending and extending down but his two little feet just stay affixed to the ground. I’ve GOT to get some video because it is HILARIOUS and often attempted in the morning or during some dancing insanity. Anyway, I’ve decided to help him out and grab his ankles and complete the move. He’s quite appreciative and laughs and laughs and laughs.

I’m enjoying William Shatner’s new talk show. I’m preparing to move the troops to visit Gigi.

Charlie reads aloud Naughty or nice? Butterfly

OK. I’ve been remiss in posting but golly, the holidays are fraught with time-sucking activities — especially for those of us who are prone to trying to do ONE MORE THING. The only reason I’m able to find the time now is because Walker has decided that waking before 5am is the newest hip thing to do as a Toddler. This week I’ve been able to balance the checkbooks which had been woefully ignored (which makes me crazy), do some cleaning, and watch a lot of PBS Sprout “Sunny Side Up” show. Walker’s favorite show is Barney.

So much has happened in the last few weeks. The week before Thanksgiving we had our first baby stomach flu — complete with vomiting. I had been fearing Walker’s first barf. I wasn’t sure what I would do or how he would react. I’m way over it now. I had to pick him up from Sofiya’s early on a Friday afternoon after he had tossed his cookies three times. Along with the baby, I brought home three big bags of laundry because Sofiya’s dryer was on the fritz. Walker was in surprisingly good spirits and showed no signs of being sick through Saturday so we did errands and he ate like normal. All until Saturday evening when he was taking a small break and sitting with me on the couch. He coughed but it wasn’t a regular cough. He looked at me and BAAAAAARRRRFFF. He was scared and my first reaction was to catch it as it spewed forth. After cleaning everyone and everything up, we got ready for bed. Walker fell asleep quickly and about 30 minutes later, he starts to cry and we go in to find him sitting in his crib with yak all over. He looks up at us and yaks twice more. Sunday was a quiet day (not including the six operatic vomit-fests poor Larry experienced). Walker and I sat on the couch and dozed off and on. That’s when we watched The Jungle Book and found the benefits of PBS Sprout. (I wasn’t 100% but thank goodness I wasn’t incapacitated like my boys.)

Monday folks were on the mend. Walker felt fine despite explosive diarrhea. Larry wasn’t throwing up but still felt lousy. Walker didn’t go to Day Care because he apparently gave the gift of yak to Sofyia’s helper, Masha. That was not the birthday gift she would have hoped for. (She did appreciate the flowers we gave her a few days later.) We thought we’d make sure he was pooping a bit more regularly before we sent him to play with the other kids.

Walker came to work with me (and was a big hit). My co-workers are fantastic. All of them came out to play with Walker. He had SOOO much fun. We did a few errands and then I dropped Walker off at home for Larry to watch him while I went to the craziest jury duty I’ve ever experienced.

I arrive at civil court jury duty room. The judge comes down and swears in all 200 potential jurors. “OK. That’s not good,” I thought. And I was right. He had a personal injury case that would last 2-3 months. I successfully petitioned to get off that case. Then I got on a case that was apparently a relationship gone bad and the boyfriend didn’t move out so the girlfriend was trying to evict him for not paying rent. The boyfriend was representing himself and the whole situation was a circus. During jury selection, the boyfriend first asked us our opinion of rental law (not allowed), then tried to tell us about rental law (not allowed), then asked questions like these — “in a tenant/landlord relationship, do you believe the landlord is the LORD?” “Do you believe someone should be evicted for not paying rent?” and the kicker… “Do you think I should be evicted?” The judge laughed at the last one and told him he could ask the question though he thought it a bit premature. The entire experience, while very humorous, made me a tad anxious as I had many things I could be doing (but I did get a lot farther on my current knitting project). Larry powered through the afternoon and the boys had fun.

I’m running out of power and it’s time to fix Walker breakfast #2 this morning. I’ll catch up again more shortly.