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I heard that the way you spend the first day of a new year will be the way you spend the whole year. So I intended to hit all the right notes on January 1st, doing things I should do more, or at least not less, of: exercising, socializing, programming and writing. The first 3 goals were met, the fourth was sacrificed in order to scratch an acute organizational itch. I could not stand and watch in horror as the new apartment drowned in a jumble of box contents that were spilled on the floor in an attempt to find this or that. Inevitably I had to spend some time organizing them, lest the whole coming year threatened to turn into a hopeless mess.
They say that babies up to a year old (or even older) are only capable of parallel play, not interaction. But, as I saw on New Year's Eve, 8-9 month babies can actually play with each other, but more like using each other as a toy, not a play partner. :-)
But I'm jumping ahead of myself.
This "discovery" was made observing mrs_howeville's 9-month-old son Otto play with Erika. In the chaos of last week's moving, I neglected to mention that Sharon and Chris -- my former coworkers who introduced me to Steve 3 years ago -- had been visiting from Malaysia where they work at the US embassy. Last Tuesday we went with them to Trudy's. It was very interesting to see their kids, who had either noticeably grown since I last saw them 2 years ago, or, in the case of Otto, were born during that time period.
On New Year's Eve Chris, Sharon and Otto came over to our new place. I rolled out the fruit- and herb-infused vodkas Steve and I brought from Lithuania, and we had an impromptu testing, accompanied by margaritas and appletinis. (My verdict on appletini mix sold at Target: it's crap.) Otto and Erika at some point fought over a plastic cup. Otto played with Erika's head and patted her on the butt. All of this was captured on video, resulting in images to blackmail them with when they are teenagers.
Otto (left) and Erika both want the same plastic cup. Click on the image for more pictures and videos.
Then on New Year's day, after exercising, and desperation-driven organizing, and finally finding some clothing items that had been wisely stuffed at the bottom of boxes, we went to mrs_howeville's parents' house to socialize with Sharon, Chris and their kids before they leave. Sharon encouraged Erika to play with their smorgasbord of toys. The grown ups watched a "Monk" marathon. Since I never leave home without my laptop, which is connected to me by an umbilical cord, I had a good opportunity to do some programming, succeeding to incorporate Javascript and CSS in my Joomla-powered site.
Still haven't had a "chance" to do writing this year. A chance would consist of an hour of uninterrupted silence, which can only happen when the baby is asleep. In the evening I'm too tired to concentrate on writing, though still fresh enough to delve into Javascript event model. During her day naps I am at work. On the extra day off, January 2nd, I made an emergency trip to Container Store to buy something that would help contain the mess at home. Then, sort the mess and deposit it into containers. So, no writing this year so far. Not good. I don't like to think what this says about my true priorities.
They say that babies up to a year old (or even older) are only capable of parallel play, not interaction. But, as I saw on New Year's Eve, 8-9 month babies can actually play with each other, but more like using each other as a toy, not a play partner. :-)
But I'm jumping ahead of myself.
This "discovery" was made observing mrs_howeville's 9-month-old son Otto play with Erika. In the chaos of last week's moving, I neglected to mention that Sharon and Chris -- my former coworkers who introduced me to Steve 3 years ago -- had been visiting from Malaysia where they work at the US embassy. Last Tuesday we went with them to Trudy's. It was very interesting to see their kids, who had either noticeably grown since I last saw them 2 years ago, or, in the case of Otto, were born during that time period.
On New Year's Eve Chris, Sharon and Otto came over to our new place. I rolled out the fruit- and herb-infused vodkas Steve and I brought from Lithuania, and we had an impromptu testing, accompanied by margaritas and appletinis. (My verdict on appletini mix sold at Target: it's crap.) Otto and Erika at some point fought over a plastic cup. Otto played with Erika's head and patted her on the butt. All of this was captured on video, resulting in images to blackmail them with when they are teenagers.
Otto (left) and Erika both want the same plastic cup. Click on the image for more pictures and videos.
Then on New Year's day, after exercising, and desperation-driven organizing, and finally finding some clothing items that had been wisely stuffed at the bottom of boxes, we went to mrs_howeville's parents' house to socialize with Sharon, Chris and their kids before they leave. Sharon encouraged Erika to play with their smorgasbord of toys. The grown ups watched a "Monk" marathon. Since I never leave home without my laptop, which is connected to me by an umbilical cord, I had a good opportunity to do some programming, succeeding to incorporate Javascript and CSS in my Joomla-powered site.
Still haven't had a "chance" to do writing this year. A chance would consist of an hour of uninterrupted silence, which can only happen when the baby is asleep. In the evening I'm too tired to concentrate on writing, though still fresh enough to delve into Javascript event model. During her day naps I am at work. On the extra day off, January 2nd, I made an emergency trip to Container Store to buy something that would help contain the mess at home. Then, sort the mess and deposit it into containers. So, no writing this year so far. Not good. I don't like to think what this says about my true priorities.