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Most days, the reports from our daycare (The Children’s Pre-School Center, of Palo Alto) are fairly matter of fact. Each child in the class gets a mention, and the activities are pretty much what you’d expect (story book readings, playing in the yard, learning about animals and numbers and letters).

One report, from last Tuesday, was definitely an eyebrow-raiser, however:

Sammy knows a lot of yummy foods that his Mommy and Daddy prepare at home. He named them all. They were pizza, omelet, carrot pizza, shark soup, cheese cake, and vegetable pizza. I asked him how to make omelet. He said, “You just need to make it with egg.” Wow, how smart he is.

Notable is that Sammy really doesn’t like pizza, so we don’t make it or serve it very often. And while we’re as hippy-Californian as most people in the Bay Area, there’s no way we’d make carrot pizza. That sounds awful. Furthermore, I don’t recall ever giving him cheesecake. Not even on Mother’s day at The Cheesecake Factory.

Come to think of it,  I can’t remember the last time we made omelets.

Plus shark soup? Is that like shark fin’s soup? That’s just bizarre. Isn’t it illegal?

Good job, Sammy, for not talking about hot dogs and grilled cheese like the other kids. For your third birthday in September, how about some carrot pizza?

Sammy is two-and-three-quarters. His preschool sends a daily update of what the kids do each day. A few moments ago I received this update:

While we were waiting for lunch Lucy, Sammy, Lindsey, Sabrina and Alex saw the Princesses gowns hanging on the hooks on the wall. They asked for help to put them on. Rebecca brought the music to the back room and walla! all the princessess including “Princess Sammy” started to dance to the music.

I am so hoping they took pictures — because if so, I’m quite certain it’ll come in handy when he’s 18:

Sammy-at-18: Dad, can I borrow the car? Some friends are coming over and we’re going to a movie.
Crotchety-old-57-year-old-me: Sure, if you mow the lawn first.
Sammy: No way! I did that last week. Plus you already said I could borrow it.
Me: Fine. But when your friends get here, I’m going to show them The Picture.
Sammy: Say, dad, did you want both the front AND the back lawns mowed?

Today I attended Jack and Andy’s fifth birthday party at Hoover park, and watched Bob get pelted by water balloons and shaving-cream-filled sponges by ten ecstatic kids. (How I escaped that fate, given I’m a co-godparent? Dunno! But I am oh so grateful.) Aunt Beth made two cakes, one a race car, and the other a chocolate volcano with lava made from melted orange lifesavers. Amazingly beautiful cakes.

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While I was feting twins, Kimi took Sammy and Sophie to the Hiller Airplane Museum, which never gets old for Sammy.

Me: Sammy, what did you see at the airplane museum today?
Sammy: Airplanes.
Me: What kind of airplanes?
Sammy: Old airplanes. With wings!

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Yesterday was Sophie’s eight month birthday. She babbles incessantly now, has the tiniest of teeth buds coming in, gives a smile to everyone, likes to wave somewhat erratically at people, and can roll over, but seems to show no interest in crawling. We’ve started the ferberizing to break her of her 3 a.m. feedings, and so far so good; she slept through the night for the last two nights.

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Yesterday was also photo day at Sammy and Sophie’s school, and in addition, teachers’ lunch out for Sophie’s class. This semi-annual event asks the parents to donate their time and a little money for the teachers to get an escape, while parents come in during the lunch hour to watch the kids. There are eight kids in Sophie’s class, ranging from four months to almost a year old. For the noon to 1 shift where I helped out, we had five parents. When we first started our shift, the teachers had left us well-fed, happy, clean-diapered kids. Within about, oh, ten minutes, half of the kids were bawling, and most had dirty diapers. We parents just looked at each other and laughed. What a profoundly difficult job. The two teachers handle four infants each, with aplomb. We parents were having difficulty with less than two each. Things soon settled down though, and the hour ended up flying by.

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While the photographers set up outside the school and we lined the kids up to have their individual and class photos taken, smoke and haze filled the sky from the nearby Santa Cruz mountains fire. Yesterday morning over 3,400 acres had burned, dozens of homes were destroyed, and the fire was less than 1% contained. Even though we were fifty miles away, kids rubbed their eyes and coughed; and the strange air reminded me of a smell from my childhood, in London: walking down the street in winter evenings, with seemingly every house having a fireplace with a blazing wood fire, smoke pouring out of chimneys, getting on your clothes.

Chim chimminee, chim chiminee, chim chim cheroo.

I was very glad to see the unexpected and unseasonable light rain today, giving the firefighters the break they needed to control the mountain blaze. The dull weather was not so much fun for five-year-olds attending a birthday party, but everything in life is a trade-off.

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Earlier in the week, I caught Speed Racer and then snuck in to a showing of Prince Caspian. It took me about thirty minutes to catch on to Speed Racer’s vibe, but once I did, I loved it. I think this is a vastly underrated movie. The critical smackdown is somewhat intense; I guess most of the critics never watched the original cartoon, because I think the movie catches the goofy tone of the movie pretty much perfectly. And the visuals do not disappoint, exceeding even the hype.

Prince Caspian, on the other hand, is a dreadful bore, missing all spark of charm and whimsy of the first Narnia movie, laying the religious theme on over-thick, and really missing the point of the book (which I read probably twenty times before I was 12).

Speed Racer is over two hours but feels like 60 minutes. Prince Caspian is over two hours but feels like three or four.

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Rob and I have been playing a new card game, Race for the Galaxy (which Steve and Larry introduced me to when they visited a couple of months ago). We play whenever we get a chance. I love this game. It’s a bit fiddly to learn, and the fact that you’re not directly interacting with your opponents takes a few plays before you understand how you can actually have a huge effect on your opponents’ play — but it’s such a short and intense game, I find myself even dreaming about it. Get this game!

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Kimi gave me the new Flight of the Conchords CD for my birthday (among a lot of other CDs, thanks sweetie!). Although I loved the first season of the HBO show, I had thought some of the songs were hit or miss. But I was able to really listen to the lyrics (thanks to the iPhone making it easier for me to carry around music), and now I love all the songs. Buy this CD. Please mister, you won’t regret it.

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There’s a friends-and-family deal at TiVo right now for a TiVo HD. If you’re a friend or family and want a new HD DVR, drop me an e-mail.

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While I do aim to generate content, rather than pass along content from elsewhere, here’s a link. I have to say I applaud these two for their convictions and avocation.
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Kimi: “Your blog is so random. No one likes all the content. No one!”

Guilty — variegated miscellany is what this is. I do tend to be all over the place. Everything’s connected, somehow. Just think though — there are half of the categories listed on the right not even touched by this post. But comments are what I like best, so let me know what you’d like to see more of, and less of.

Tough weekend.

On Thursday last week, one of Sammy’s teacher’s reported that Sammy had a condition that I will not describe in detail (this being a family blog). Friday it continued, even causing an accident on the floor at one point. But then he was better. Friday night, Kimi gave me a break and I snuck off to see Iron Man (thoughts on that later). Saturday morning, Sammy woke me up at 5:45 and I felt miserable, my stomach in knots, weak, in pain. I soon discovered I was suffering from that same unmentionable condition as Sammy.

Now, previously, Kimi had worried that handling the burden of watching the kids mostly solo (while she recovered from the back surgery of two weeks ago) was too much for me, but I dismissed her concerns. After all, I had handled the first weekend all right, right?

(I had taken Sammy and Sophie to Happy Hollow on Saturday, and we went out all day Sunday as well. For once, work on Monday felt more relaxing than the weekend…)

But now Kimi was right, the lack of sleep and Sammy’s bug had caught up with me, and I hadn’t arranged any backup. I was too exhausted to call around much, but our usual fallbacks for help with kid care were either out of town or dealing with their own kids. So, Kimi, despite recovering from back surgery, stepped up while I recuperated, and John and Yvonne helped by taking Kimi and Sophie out to a rummage sale in the morning while Sophie and I slept. Then Kimi took Sophie in the afternoon while Sammy and I napped. By the late afternoon, I finally had started to feel better. I didn’t eat a thing all day. On Sunday, I was still a bit weak, and still dealing with the condition, but was mostly better. (The only thing I ate on Sunday was half a rice cracker.)

Kimi was now exhausted, however; still, she kept Sophie while I took Sammy for an abbreviated version of our usual morning cafe-and-Farmer’s-Market routine, picking up some food for a barbecue with Rob and Kelly at noon. (Which was fun.) We all took it easy that afternoon.

Alas, the bug that had bit Sammy and me then got to Kimi at around four in the morning on Monday. Only she got it much worse than either of us. After I dropped the kids off at daycare Monday morning, her condition had got much worse. She was alternating between being unable to get warm from chills and unable to cool down from hot flashes. She wasn’t able to keep food or even water down, and was in so much pain that Urgent Care was the only option. They saw us right away, which gave me hope, but then it was so inefficient: First a nurse took her vitals. Then wait 20 minutes in the room. Then another nurse for more vitals. Wait 20 more minutes. Doctor finally comes in, asks all the same questions. He gets called away (it is an emergency room after all). Wait 20 more minutes. He comes back, resumes exam. Decides it’s the same stomach bug. Writes an order for anti-nausea shot. Wait 20 minutes. Nurse comes in to give shot. Wait 20 more minutes. Doctor comes back to re-examine. Writes a prescription for anti-cramping. Kimi convinces him she needs a pain-killer, so he grudgingly orders some vicodin. Wait 20 minutes. Wait 20 more minutes. Meanwhile Kimi is moaning and shivering from the pain (although no longer nauseous). I go looking for a nurse for the pain. Finally she arrives, Kimi takes the pill, we get a wheelchair, off to the pharmacy, then finally to the temporary home so she can sleep. I’m still a bit weak (plus it’s been weeks since the kids have slept through the night — the 3am and 4am back-to-back wakeups are really getting to me), so I grab a couple of hours before it’s time to get the kids. So much for work on Monday.

Today we’re all better, finally, so that’s a relief. And both kids slept through the night last night (well, at least they did after 10pm — before that, not so much). And even better, Sophie slept in until 6:30am and Sammy until 7am, so everyone had eight hours.

Twenty-four hour stomach flu bugs — put them on your list of things to avoid.

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This next part I wrote a week ago but never got around to publishing.

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Last Wednesday, Kimi and I checked in with our contractor to see how the house reconstruction was going. They’ve been at work for a week, and in that time have removed all the carpet and old flooring down to the foundation (revealing far more cracks and patchwork than we had imagined even pessimistically), knocked open the walls we’re removing, and removed the shower in the master bath where they was extensive dry rot and termite damage.

Sammy was with us, because he was in a weepy mood and didn’t want to be left with the sitter; he seemed to take it all in stride, asking (as he frequently does these days), “What’s that!?” with great interest as each barely-recognizable-room was explored.

It’s been a bit challenging to live in one big room for the past few weeks as Kimi recovers from her back surgery on April 22. The good news is that Kimi’s back pain is gone, and she’s recovering from the surgery well (after being initially underprescribed for painkillers). She’s still supposed to be taking far more bed rest than she actually does, and for another week she’s not allowed to drive, and for five more weeks no bending, twisting, or lifting anything more than 8 pounds.

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I took a fair number of pictures from the Happy Hollow expedition on Saturday, April 26. It’s conceivable I might actually load them and publish a couple. Suffice to say a great variety of happy experiences were enjoined. Except for me keeping him out long past his normal nap time, which caused quite a host of difficulties for the rest of the day.

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Kimi: [reading from a new book about Africa, picked up at Sunday's rummage sale]: This is a picture of a pygmy hippopotamus. Can you believe there used to be hippos that small? There used to be a lot of them in Madagascar, but now they’re all gone.

Sammy: Now they’re pretend.

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Update, 12:40am Wednesday: Sophie’s turn. She just went through three cycles of throw-up/clean-up and is now out of clean pajamas. She seems to be in good spirits, despite all the vomit. She is now on my lap wrapped in a towel, while I wait to see if she throws up a fourth time, babbling happy noises that sound suspiciously like “uh-oh.”

For the last few months, I’ve not been playing very much World of Warcraft — typically 3-6 hours per week and that’s it. That changed last Tuesday — they’ve released some new content, and I’ve been playing a bit more than normal. On Sunday, while Sophie was napping, I played a few minutes with Sammy on my lap, and explained to him a bit of what was going on.

He really likes watching my character fly around on his Netherwing Drake (Sammy calls it a bird), and while I was doing a couple of quick daily quests, he narrated a bit of what he could see. He doesn’t distinguish between my character and me — both are just “Daddy” to him.

“Now Daddy’s fishing.” (I was.)

“Daddy’s getting that flower. He’s getting all of them!” (Picking herbs.)

“Daddy’s giving the big fish to that man.” (True, turn-in of the World’s Biggest Mudfish.)

“He’s mailing those boots to mommy. Mommy will like them!” (Mailing some magic boots to a bank alt for disenchanting.)

“Those are clouds.” (Yup.)

“Now daddy’s at the farmer’s market. He’s buying fruit!” (Not quite, I was selling junk and buying candles in the Shattrath Lower City refugee camp.)

“That’s the sun going down.”

“Daddy’s flying to Hawaii!” (Taking the flight path from Silvermoon to the Isle of Quel’Danas. Every island is Hawaii to him right now, since we’ve been talking about his trip to Hawaii last year and looking at Hawaii pictures.)

While John and Yvonne were over for dinner (and to catch up on The Sarah Connor Chronicles with me), Sammy decided he was tired of grown-ups talking, and wanted to read a book. But what was a bit mystifying to me is that he wanted to read to his ball, telling us the ball wanted to know how bread was made.

I mentioned previously that Sammy is rhyming a lot, and he’s continuing to do that.

In addition, he’s started using the word “badger” as a sort of dummy word to fill in for any vocabulary that he’s forgotten or doesn’t know. Why “badger”? Search me. In usage, it’s somewhat random, almost like how the Smurfs would use the word “smurf” sprinkled haphazardly in their sentences.

(I was a linguistics major in college — 20 years ago — and I know there’s probably a good linguistics term for this, but even after browsing through a bunch of linguistics vocab sites, I couldn’t find the right one. It’s probably some form of metonymy or synecdoche, but only because everything is.)

Example:

“What’s this that the bear is wearing?” (pointing to a picture of a bear wearing a red scarf in a picture book that Phil and Erin gave him for Christmas)

“A nice badger.”

His speech is usually clear and he almost always uses the right word if he knows it, but every now and then he makes an amusing mistake. Just now Kimi’s Aunt Jennifer and Uncle Tom stopped by to drop off some toys that Sammy had left at their house last night. Kimi noted Tom’s haircut. Since Sammy likes to be included in the conversation, Sammy pointed out that “I got a haircut too.” (Weeks ago.) So Jennifer asked, “Where did you get a haircut?” Sammy: “At the barber…(pause)…cue.”

December 26: While Sammy and Kimi napped at our hotel room, I took Sophie over to my parents’ house in Elk Grove, and hung out with most of my family. I had with me Sophie’s diaper bag, our camera bag (which I lugged everywhere but never even got around to opening on the whole trip), and a box with some of the presents we’d received. All of this I took into my parent’s house.

Foreshadowing: We had noted that my parents seemed to be dealing with an ant infestation. Phil put up some ant traps. I thought no more about it.

Later on, Kimi came over and we all went out to Thai Basil for dinner to celebrate my mom’s birthday, and I left most of the items on the floor in my parents’ living room. Kimi suggested I pack it all up, but it was cold and raining outside, and we were in a hurry.

After dinner, on the way back to the hotel, I suggested I swing by the parents’ house to pick up the items, but we were all tired and it was well past Sammy’s bedtime, so we carried on to the hotel.

We put Sammy to bed, and then had a plan. The previous night had been a disaster because (a) Sophie had been screaming until 11:30pm, until I took her out and drove her around for an hour to get her to go to sleep, (b) Sammy didn’t sleep well at all, waking up several times, mostly due to his unfamiliarity with sharing a room at all, plus the hotel room itself being unfamiliar, and (c) I (apparently) snored loudly enough to not only keep Kimi from sleeping, but also loud enough to wake up Sammy.

So, our new plan was for me to spend the night at my parents’ house with Sophie, leaving Kimi and Sammy in the hotel room. So I put Sammy to bed, headed over to my parents’ house to say goodnight and get some diapers, then headed over to Phil’s house to hang out with Phil, Erin, Sarah, Rob, and Kelly. We ended up playing games, watching an episode of “The Big Bang Theory” (cute, but I’m not going to get a Season Pass to it), and play some Gauntlet. Sophie was not sleeping well, but eventually she and I headed to my parent’s place for a pretty good night of sleep.

The next morning, I was horrified to see that the cardboard box containing some of the presents (including, if all the facts are to be disclosed, some Christmas candy) had some ants in it.

I see now that I should have cleaned it out then, but I was in a hurry to meet up with Kimi and Sammy and get over to Phil and Erin’s house so that Sammy could visit the train museum.

So I just put the box in the car and got out of there.

After the short drive to Phil’s place, I left the box outside their house, figuring the ants would disperse.

And after Sammy and I had a great trip to the train museum with Phil, Erin, and Sarah, we went back to pick up Kimi and Sophie and head back to Mountain View.

I was pleased to see the ants were dead, and I put the box into the car figuring I could clean it out properly when we got home.

When we left, Sammy and Sophie were napping, and all was peaceful.

That didn’t last long, however. A short while later, Sammy woke up, and eventually Kimi squeezed her way into the back seat (not much space back there between two car seats) and was reading Sammy stories.

Somewhere around Tracy, your honor, my wife began to scream.

“Ants! Ants! Ants! They’re biting me!”

Soon Sammy was saying the same thing.

And sure enough, ants everywhere. They had not been killed by the cold, no sir, they were just hibernating. And in the warmth of our Subaru, they had come back to life, just like in countless horror movies, and made their way forward to prey upon my family.

I pulled over at the next exit, got a trash bag, put the presents inside, threw out the box and the candy, and tried to kill as many ants as possible.

Kimi was upset at me, naturally, and I was defensive. Some unkind words were exchanged, followed by apologies and thoughtful analysis of the incident. In the ranking of bad things I have done to Kimi, allowing her to get eaten up by ants on a long car trip is about the fourth or fifth most horrible thing I’ve done.

In recounting this incident, your honor, I can only beg for the court’s mercy and offer up such feeble defenses as “How should I know ants can hibernate” and “Well, I thought about doing the right thing several times.”

If Sammy grows up to have a complex about ants, perhaps the narrative of this incident may serve his future therapist well.

Sammy now likes to rhyme things as he says them. “Yes mess” and “nope pope” are favorites, along with “book look” and “nose hose.”

When I put him to bed at night and tell him “no more talking,” he responds with “no more walking.”

Let’s see, what else is going on? We’re currently taking it easy after pretty much everyone except me got sick for Christmas. Sammy’s nose is running like a faucet, and Kimi’s been run down and fighting a fever for over a week. Despite that, we managed to make it up to my parents’ place in Elk Grove on Christmas Day, and while it was a bit rough at night at the hotel (I apparently have started to snore really loudly) we made it through okay, and were able to celebrate my mom’s birthday on Boxing Day. The next morning, Sammy and I went with Phil, Erin and Sarah to the Train Museum in Sacramento, which was pretty much Sammy’s favorite thing ever, especially all the Thomas bits.

Sammy and Sophie both got some wonderful gifts from their aunts and uncles and other relatives and friends; our house is a bit of a shambles; pine needles everywhere — nearly time for the tree to go.

Well, I just left out the cookies and milk and Santa’s note, the stockings are out (poor Sophie doesn’t get one this year, too young…), and I’m about to head to bed. But before I do, wanted to wish you all a Merry Christmas, assuming you celebrate that sort of thing.
We had Tom, Jennifer and Miranda over for Kimi’s clam chowder and lasagna, followed by a gift exchange — and already Sammy’s rolling in the gift loot, earning a new Cars shirts and another toy airplane. (That’s on top of the airplane I got him from the Hiller Aviation museum which we visited this morning.)

Sophie gave us a wonderful present last night: I took her with me to drop John and Yvonne off at the airport at 10pm (their flight was delayed 3 hours, yeowtch), and she slept from then until around 7am. Nine hours is her longest stretch of sleep by a huge margin. She’s not quite ready to sleep through the night regularly (she just woke up a bit ago, for example, and needed a bottle). But man, I am very pleased she’s starting to be able to sleep for so long.

Kimi pointed out to me that Sammy had started a new game with her, his way of telling a joke: He’ll rhyme a word with another word when answering a question, and laugh uproariously. “Sammy, ready for bed?” “Yes mess!”

At bedtime, when we’re done with the stories and I turn out the light, I always tell him, “Time for sleeping. Head on the pillow. No more talking.” (That’s in addition to the gushy stuff about who loves him.) Tonight, it was “No more talking, no more walking” and he thought that was hilarious.

Okay, I’m rambling now. Night! Merry Christmas!

We had a brief one with Nancy, Kyrie, Jack, Andy, George, Nick, and Tommy tonight to do a gift exchange before Kyrie and her boys head off for Boston.

This morning Kimi went to Sophie’s upcoming classroom’s Christmas party. (Sophie will be joining the “Butterfly” room at the Children’s Preschool Center in Palo Alto starting mid January.)

Yesterday, Kimi went to Sammy’s CPSC classroom’s Christmas party (he’s in the “Hummingbird” room).

Last week Kimi and I went to TiVo’s Christmas party.

I think that’s it for parties until Christmas itself.

Kimi dressed Sophie for the occasion and I have to say, as biased as I am, I think she looks adorable. She’s starting to smile a lot more, although not reliably enough that I’ve been able to catch it well in a picture.

You can’t really tell in the picture, but Sophie has some infant skin conditions. There’s her “cradle cap,” which is a euphemism for all kinds of crusty gunk on her scalp. There are her “angel kisses,” which is a euphemism for blotchy red skin on her face. There’s her “stork bite” which is a euphemism for a bunch of red bruising around her left eye (birth trauma, a side effect of her rapid delivery). All of it should fade in a few months. She’s definitely filling out, much like Sammy did at the same age — she’s really pudgy! Almost 12 pounds now.

At 12 pounds, an infant can start possibly sleeping through the night. Sophie’s not to that point yet regularly, but she is starting to sleep in 5 hour blocks now. She’s had 1 or 2 nights where she slept for 8 hours. Not consistent yet, though. Sleep glorious sleep, how I miss you.

We had our friend Howard over on Sunday for a quick visit; he brought his son Ethan and his twins Brian and Katie with him. Sammy had a great time. Howard, who works for Pixar, was impressed by Sammy’s Cars paraphernalia: Sammy was wearing his Cars shirt, Cars shoes, and had his Cars jacket nearby, and was playing with his Cars speedway. (”Speed? I am speed!” “You’re one gutsy racer!” Repeat ad infinitum.)

Good thing we didn’t show Howard the Cars towel, Cars socks, and all the other Cars toys. But anyway, Howard was telling me about the first year after his twins were born, and how crushing the exhaustion and sleep deprivation was for that entire first year. I have to say as hard as it is having a 2 year old and a 2 month old, at least we’re not dealing with twins. I am in awe just thinking of it.

Today was picture day at school, and even though Friday isn’t a day we normally take Sammy in, I dropped by so he could get his picture taken with his class. He’s having real attachment issues lately, and so predictably he wasn’t so happy with the idea of being separated from daddy long enough to sit with his class and smile. But they managed somehow, and later for his solo picture (when I was right there to make him smile) he was fine.

This evening we went out to sushi dinner in San Carlos to catch up with Kimi’s scrapbooking crew; Sammy was a great eater. If only his bedtime wasn’t such a battle right now.

Sammy had the worst night ever last night; screaming and crying tantrums most of the night, crying so hard that he threw up everywhere. After I failed to get him to calm down using every trick in the book, Kimi finally got him to sleep at 3:30am. He slept in until 9:30, making him very late for school, but he definitely needed the rest. He seems in good spirits this morning. We’ll try some different techniques tonight when bedtime rolls around.

I’m going to go take a nap.

Today, Monday, October 1, begins the second week of my paternity leave, and Sophie is now eight days old. She’s starting to fill out a bit. The bruising around her eye (from her quick entrance into the world) is starting to fade. She’s been a great sleeper. In the photo here, Natalia (Talia) is holding her. Talia is our nanny Jen’s daughter, and she and Sammy are great friends. Having a nanny has made things a lot easier on us than when Sammy was born; Jen is a lifesaver.

Sammy has been very resistant to napping and has been throwing fits at bedtime. We’re trying to spend as much time with him as we did before Sophie arrived, but I know it’s a very confusing transition for him to welcome someone new into the home.

Tonight we’re going to have Tom, Jennifer and Miranda (Kimi’s uncle’s family) over for dinner, and Kimi’s cooking now. She wasn’t able to cook much in the last few months of her pregnancy, and I think she really missed it. It smells delicious!

This morning, Saturday, Sammy and I hopped on the light rail from the downtown Mountain View station and headed out to the Children’s Discovery Museum in San Jose. (I also took him there a week ago.) Kimi stayed home with Sophie. I’m honestly not sure which Sammy liked better, the train or the museum. But they have a Clifford exhibit at the museum which he likes a lot.