Feb. 7th, 2019 07:17 pm
warriorsavant: (Warriordaddy)
This morning, while I was getting ready to head out the door, Hedgefund said, "I want to go to work with you and be a doctor." Yessssss!!!!  *Pumps fist* My work here is done. I did gently point out that she would have to get through medical school first, but that's a detail. (Oh yeah, and before that there's kindergarten, primary school….) A few months back, she had announced that when she was big, she was going to be either a doctor or a hospital, so I'm glad she's refined her career plans. Now I just have to stay around long enough to hand to practice over to her.
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Some time ago… hmmm, rather quite some time, just found a draft of this buried somewhere, I mentioned I was putting together my academic CV. Why the CV you ask? Highly belated response to (auto-rhetorical) question. I'd gotten an email that I can apply for academic promotion. Academics are more jealous of their ranks than military folks. Last time it came around, I got promoted from Assistant Prof to Associate Prof. I was surprised when I got that email; since they don’t actually pay me, I never paid much attention or thought about academic promotion.

Regarding the pay issue, I'm CAS (I think that stands for Contract Academic Staff). Rather like the Reserves/Guard in the military, it is part time. Since when I was in the Reserves, I was a fairly senior leader, "part time" was a bad joke; I spent almost as many hours/week on the Army as did most full time Commanders.. As CAS, I mostly do clinical teaching. I get paid for whatever patients I see by the Province (same as if I saw patients in my office). Teaching slows me down, so make less, but I enjoy doing it, so I do it. I get zilch for whatever administrative work I do, but it's part of the game. Within limits.

For whatever reason, I’d done enough “stuff” that they promoted me. As noted, it is really an ego thing to get the promotion, since they aren’t paying me, I do it for the pleasure of teaching and the "glory" of being university faculty. It is way too soon to put in for Full Professor, and frankly, I haven’t done enough stuff to get it, and probably never will. However, I put together my CV in the format they want, and had a meeting with the Chief of Medicine (Derm is a division within the department of Internal Medicine), because I thought it was time to talk to him about my academic “career.” Is there anything for me to move forward and upward into? Is it worth it? When I got out of the Army, I thought I would move up in Academia in a similar fashion. In the Army, I moved up in rank, and also in authority (for doctors, not always the same; most don’t want to Command anything. I did). I thought I’d get more involved in teaching and research, and move up from Undergraduate Training Director (eg medical students) to Residency Director (could have had that 2-3 years ago) to Chief of Dermatology (maybe). Why didn’t I take Residency Director 2-3 years ago and move forward and upward? Something - or rather someone - more important came along. Now 2 someones. In a couple of years, the someones are going to be starting school, and I might want, or be willing, to do more academically-administratively. On the other hand, it’s a pain in the butt, and I’m not sure I care.

Doctor-Professor-Chief of Medicine easy to talk to, and I enjoyed the conversation, although the upshot is that it is very, very unlikely I will ever get selected for full Professor (which would rather like being full Colonel in the Army). As for Residency Director or Chief, he wasn't encouraging about what would be involved: too much work, not enough resources, little-to-no pay. Even disregarding the "I tend to piss people off" part, the small amount of ego gratification is not worth my time commitment when I have more important priorities. I screwed up one marriage (no kids involved) by devoting too much time to an organization; not going to make the same mistake twice. Many years ago, a wise friend said something about not needing to grab any more brass rings; she already had a whole drawerful. Maybe if I'd never done anything else in my life, I would be more tempted., but I what would it add besides lots of aggravation and one more line on my obituary.
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Hedgefund took pictures of me and Wallstreet today. She's "taken pictures" before, in the sense of picking up my phone, and realizing that when she pressed the little picture (camera icon), it made a "click" noise (and maybe a flash). She had no idea this was taking pictures, but it was fun for her to do 1 or 2 (or 50) times in a row. This time she picked up the phone, and announced that she was going to take a picture of "Papa and Baby." 

Will have to work a bit on the framing (also see attached).

Only 2 out of 11 were framed well, but that's on a par with most adults from what I've seen. I grew up with film (for my younger Gentle Readers, ask your parents/grandparents), which means it learned that it costs money if you don't frame shots correctly the first time, so I'm good at it (plus having inherited Mom's artistic eye).

Other new capabilites? Nom and I were sitting in the den, and she walked (can't even really call it toddling anymore) in with a bottle of milk. She also can pour her own milk: open the fridge, take out the pitcher of milk, take out bottle, and pour from the one to the other without getting too much of it on the floor (and wipes it up if she does).

At this rate, I'll get to retire sooner than I thought.

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And the joys of popping it.
That's all.

Car seats

Jan. 11th, 2017 11:24 am
warriorsavant: (Warriordaddy)
WS had outgrown his car seat. One of those proud/sad parential "my baby's growing up" moments. (Then there's those walking and starting talk things also happening, but those don't require my pulling out the tool box.) By happy coincidence, the model highest rated by Consumers Union went on sale, so we had one delivered. HF informed me that her new "seatcar" was coming. She's very pushy about everything being hers, and telling WS what he can't do. In our house, it's known the "no, no, no, baby" song. Not only does she tell him that, but he's started to say it, although not necessarily linked to any specific action. I think he wants a smaller sibling so he has someone to tell "no, no, no" to. Nom is quite sure ain't nobody around our household getting any more siblings.

Anyhow, now have two large car seats in the back of the car. One facing forward (hers) and one still rear-facing (his - he's just at the borderline weight to turn it around). Fortunately Nom is quite slim, so she just might fit in between the two seats. Haven't field tested the whole lash up yet. To be continued.
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I have so much stuff to do, I don't even know what I have to do. I had a "to do" list, a "holding" file on my email server, another holding file in a desk drawer, and several miscellaneous bits of paper. Finally had to sit down at Lili & Oli with a large cappucchino and generate a consolidated list. It took 2 hours. It's a bit obsessional (okay, very obessional), and somewhat of a network time waster, but I really had no idea where to start on what needed doing. Last night, I sat down to get working on it, and realized I was so tired I was just shuffling things back-and-forth without doing any of them. Today will get a fresh start (after I post this J)

When got home from the trip, the Good Folk had been hard at work, and everything was clean and put away. We'd left out bread & milk, not to mention scotch and dark chocolate for them. Okay, we'd left out money for our highly efficient cleaning lady, who had promised to do an extra good cleaning while we were away. The place looked great for, oh, let's see, divide one condo by 2 toddlers, carry the one baggage... say 3-4 minutes.

WS is walking for real now. Since around 1 year, he was "walking" which is to say, taking 2-3 halting steps from my arms to Nom's. Now, just past 13 months, he is truly walking, 10-20 steps at a time. Even within the past week, he's gotten better; he still holds his legs wider apart than an adult, but narrower than earlier this week.

WS also likes blonds. If he sees a blond woman, he starts smiling and giving her coy looks. HF had done the same to men at this age, but more catholic in her tastes as to hair color. I'm told it is common for 1-year olds. I wonder if someone destined to be gay does the same for same-sex adults at this age. Anyone have any experience?

Apparently my face is too loud. HF so informed me the other night. I have no idea what she meant by that, but she certainly knew. Unshaven? Too close to her? Possibly, as she followed up that announcement by saying "go away face." (Hey kid, you're standing in my lap, not the reverse. Feel free to leave.) She usually does make sense (in three languages!), allowing for the limited vocabulary of a 2-1/2 year old, but that one lost me.

WS is also beginning to talk. Only a few words (mix of all three languages as best I can tell), but definitely more than just baby cooing. I keep telling him he's supposed to be the strong silent type, but I think it's only going to be one out of two; I'm going to have 2 chatterboxes (uh, well, three) around the house soon.

A colleague called from New Brunswick. She'd been one of our residents, we'd worked on a project together, which much later got published. She had a cutaneous lymphoma patient she was having trouble treating, and called me for advise. I think that officially makes me an expert. *ego rush*
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In is Canadian Thanksgiving (Monday observance).

I have so much to be thankful for.

- My family. I could not believe I could be this happy, nor love having children so much. I get weepy just thinking about it.
- My family of birth. We don't seem close, but when I look at other families, I realize how good we have it.
- My extended family. They are loving and supportive.
- My job. I love what I do: 90% of the time, I basically like it; 5% of the time, I think they aren't, and couldn't pay me enough to put up with the cruddy parts; but 5% of the time, I can't believe I get to do this cool stuff, and they even pay me.
- I'm healthy. Not perfectly healthy, but way better than the average 60-year old.
- I live in a free and wealthy country. Even at the worst, it's a great place to live, and I have it far from "the worst."
- I was born, and still a citizen of, another great, free, and wealthy country. Ditto the above. (And both of these, despite the idiots we have as leaders.)
- I served in the military for a long time. Deployed 4 times to war zones. It was truly an honour. (And I'm physically unscathed.)
- I have a lovely, comfortable condo in a good part of a great city, and will soon by moving into a lovely, comfortable, large house in another good part of this city.
- I have enough to eat, and can eat with great variety and delicious taste whenever I want.
- I have traveled the world. I'm (mostly) bilingual. Having a second language gives one a second soul.
- I can read, and have books as my companions whenever I want.

I am so lucky.
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Recently held a conference on cutaneous lymphoma. The key part was inviting in 2 major experts in the field (a dermatologist and a hematologist, both from the US). The Friday part was just for our team and a few select invitees. In the morning, we had a special edition of our regular clinic. "Special" meaning we scheduled our most complicated and difficult to manage patients. The experts saw them with us, then pontificated/gave suggestions for management. It directly benefits those patients, and it benefits all our patients in the future, as we become better clinicians getting tips for the masters. Friday night, we had a dinner for them, in which they presented "ten tips in ten minutes" The latter was really more of a justification for the dinner being an official learning activity; the food was good too. Saturday we invited practitioners who were not especially experts in these rare diseases. It was mostly Montreal area Dermatologists and residents who attended, but did have a sprinkling of other specialties, as well as Dermatologists from Quebec City, Ottawa, and even Vermont (makes it officially international). That part was split between talks by the experts, and live patient viewing. In the case of these patients, they were deliberately chosen to have less-complicated, more common, more classical forms of the disease. The experts saw them first, then the conferenece attendees, then again the experts discussed them. Even though these were simpler cases, our team picked up some tips here too.

Read more... )
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Recently, WS hit that milestone. Traditional to say “where did the year go?” in a tone of puzzlement, but in fact its been a very full year. Full of babies and toddlers and other things. Too busy at times, but delightfully full in many other ways. This is my happy face. I actually am happy at times. Not just happy, but very happy. Not sure I’ve ever understood that emotion before.

Although WS could care less, and even less remember, said party, we felt it was important to mark the event and have people over. Since it is "cold and flu season," it ended up a smaller gathering than originally planned, but flowed well. Nom had done most of the necessary shopping during the week, and the evening before, we scurried about, buying last minute things and putting up decorations. Since you asked: streamers and balloons (in blue and white), and letters spelling out "Happy 1 Birthday Wallstreet." (Well, his actual name.)

Oddly enough, the next week, I had a mother bring in her son (I forget which was the patient) who was born within a couple of days of WS. We did the compare notes thing. Since he was her first, she was more insecure about "is he developing on time" than I, with my vast experience of one prior child. For the record, Wallstreet has teeth (three of them). He can manage to stand on his own for a second or five, and took what can be claimed to be a couple of very shaky steps. He’s clearly wanted to do both for months now, pulling himself up and trying to move forward. Sometimes I act as “training feet” - like training wheels, but for walking. Yeah, I’m being the sappy, doting parent, boring everyone with diaper stories. Deal with it.
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Wallstreet, age roughly one year, is walking. Okay, "walking" is a bit of an exaggeration. (Except to doting family, who are alternately rejoicing and whimpering that our baby's growing up.) He's managed 1-2 tentative steps, and can stand un-aided for a second or two. For months, he's clearly wanted to walk in the worst way, and now he is!


Aug. 21st, 2016 12:58 pm
warriorsavant: (Books (Trinity College Library))
Hedgefund might have read / spelled out a word last night while I was reading to her. (As a doting daddy, I'm certain of it; as a sceptical scientist, I reserve judgement.) There was the word NO, and she spelled out N-O. (The ironic appropriateness of the first word of someone in her Terrible Twos being "no" is not lost on me.) Not sure if she really understood / wad really spelling, but I'll claim yes :-)
Time will tell.
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Well, one word, "Mama." Nom says that's enough for now. Continues the cliche of his being Mama's boy, and Hedgefund Papa's girl, as Dada was her first word.
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Wallstreet can definitely crawl. Had been making a few tentative "steps" towards doing so, but now can consistently crawl forward, to the mix of delight and terror in his parents. Nom is having a minor "my baby is growing up" crises. I'll hold off on that until he wants to borrow the car.

Oops, already happened. )
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Last night, we actually got somewhere on time! This is the first time in over 2 years we've managed that.*

I find myself wondering if common sense is recessive (I mean genetically). I'm not referring to Brexit, but to my home life. After all, I'm the most logic being this side of the planet Vulcan, and the most sensible human to ever walk the face of this benighted planet (imho), but somehow have managed to produce the two silliest children in history of the world.

Another round of misunderstanding-your-toddler's-speech as I was typing this. Hedgefund just asked me for milk. I thought is sounded like she wanted a smoke (she's not very good at pronouncing "s"). "No, it will stunt your grow-- oh, milk. Yes."

*We went out to dinner with Nom’s family. It was a combined celebration. Belated Father’s Day for her Dad, who couldn’t make the official extended-family Fathers Day dinner, plus Primary School graduation for our neice, plus something-else-that-I-forget. Primary School graduation. Harrumph. Back in my day, we didn’t need no fancy graduations from primary school (to which we walked, barefoot, 5 miles uphill both ways, in a blizzard, and we were happy to do so...). I suppose a prior generation would have said the same about HS graduation. Come t’think of it, I didn’t attend my HS graduation, because I thought it was a waste and a farce even then.
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Only of interest if you care about baby stuff )

* Really can't bring myself to use "kilometer stones" or for that matter "kilometrage."
warriorsavant: (Warriordaddy)
Wallstreet evinced the first sign (that I've seen) of reasoning out and solving a problem. Okay, it was a minor one by adult standards, but he isn't an adult.

He was enjoying his suce(soother / pacifier / dummy), but let it fall out of his mouth. It's attached to a string clipped to his sweater, but the string was longer than his arms, and he couldn't reach the suce. He figured out that if he pulled on the string, he could get the suce, did so, and put it back in his mouth. Go Wallstreet.

First Food

Apr. 5th, 2016 10:06 pm
warriorsavant: (Warriordaddy)
Life goes on in the midst of grieving. Fortunately that has some good sides as well.

Wallstreet had his first "solid" food, which is to say several spoons of very milky cereal. He scarfed it right down, opening his mouth for more every time Nom brought the spoon near him.

Feeding baby pix )
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One of my greatest joys is watching Hedgefund learning new things. (An equally great joy is just watching her smile, laugh, and be happy, but that's not the subject of today's post.) It could be as simple as a new word, or learning how to open something (ignoring the scary part of her having figured out screw tops), or how to move a certain object. I always knew, even when I wasn't keen on having children, that I'd enjoy that part. I guess I thought of it more as actually teaching them things, but I take as much joy in watching them learn on their own, which in the long run, is more important for their development.

When I was a Commander in the Army, one of my biggest satisfactions was teaching Soldiers, or watching them learn on their own. It could either be individual Soldiers, or units as a whole. I recall one time, as a National Guard Company Commander, when the troops were qualifying on the rifle range. One Soldier's rifle jammed. She looked at me for what to do. I just said, "What's your mnemonic?" (There's an acronym for the steps to go thru if your weapon jams.) She repeated it back to me by rote, initially perplexed, then her face lit up. She suddenly realized that it wasn't just some Army nonsense we made them memorize, but it had an immediate, practical use. She went thru the steps, unjammed the weapon, and qualified. I get the same thrill teaching medical students and residents, but nothing compares to its being my own children learning and discovering.

In more mundane news, we went out to brunch today to Patrice. It's a place near us that we love for pastry, had always wanted to try their brunch, and decided to risk the havoc and chaos of bringing the kids. It actually worked. With Hedgefund being almost 2 years, she can sit still for a few minutes at a time, and Wallstreet mostly just sits or lies anyhow. I admit we weren't having deep, intellectual, sparkling conversation, but at least sorta got out like adults. At one point, I was feeding Wallstreet (with his bottle), and Nom was feeding Hedgefund, herself, and me (with a fork).

Since going out is rather hit-or-miss, have started watching pay-per-view movies. Unlike going out to the movies, can watch en famille without disturbing others, pause when needed, and much cheaper that way too. Not quite adult date night, but works as a compromise.
warriorsavant: (Warriordaddy)
Hedgefund used an actual sentence today. It was only 2 words (in 2 different languages), but had a verb and object, which makes it a sentence. She said, "mở socks."

mở is VN for "open," which, as I've mentioned before, she uses to mean "open," "give me access," or "take off." Socks is English for "socks." So, she wanted her socks off, and said so in a complete sentence. Reading, complete sentences, I'm kvelling, as we say in French.


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