warriorsavant: (Signpost Ft. Benning)
Alone, I’m more into doing than relaxing. I used to spend the first day just walking the downtown of a new city. I might spend 8 hours just walking. Then I’d see all the “sights”. I’d only eat in the best, or at least best-known, places (eg either Michelin-rated or Varsity Hotdog). Big on traveling light. Once went to Europe for weeks? months? and only took 1 flight bag that I packed 15 minutes before leaving for the airport. Three sets of underwear and washed them out in the sink at night. Oddly enough, when I was in the military, often had much more stuff. If I deployed, the Army was big on "making sure you have whatever you need, whatever happens. That means, in additon to field gear and body armor, carried both hot and cold weather stuff. I knew at least one doc who was initially deployed to somewhere very hot (Kuwait?); then got sub-deployed for some weeks to somewhere very cold (mountains of Afghanistan?) Bottom line, a rucksack and 4 duffel bags to go anywhere. What was even weirder, was going somewhere on a long weekend with the Reserves. I'd often need: working (field) uniform with boots, dress uniform with dress shoes, civilian clothing with casual shoes, and PT (workout) uniform with sneakers. All this (including the 4 sets of footware) for 3-4 days. I've been been a fashionista (*understatement*), but this masses of clothing luggage gives me some understanding into that life. This from a man who does own 3 pairs of shoes: all black, slip-ons, not quite identical, but close. (Never used to wear slip-on shoes, but since currently live under Asian household rules, much easier than lace-ups.)
With small kids, travel is still not Relaxing (note capital R). Just much slower. Pick up stuff at a local market supermarket to eat in the room (microwavable). Eat off-hours anywhere decent. If manage one tourist sight before kids crash/meltdown, then we’re doing well. Walk a bit, pushing stroller until kids nap. Much chilling in the room, or maybe poolside. Rinsing shirt in sink. Not underwear. Traveling light... except for all the stuff for kids. At some point it has been 1small suitcase for Nom and I, 2 large ones for kids stuff. And that's not even counting the stroller. Airlines love us. (I tend to head straight for the priority check-in. Maybe they don't like it, but will like 2 hyperactive kids running around check-in even less. They can bill me an extra 25-cents.) This last trip, Hedgefund decided that the ideal mix was 1 large suitcase for her, and 1 for everyone else together. Did I mention fashionista? We convinced her otherwise.
warriorsavant: (Wedding/Romance)
Really jotting these down for my own (re-)reading pleasure later in life, and perhaps the kids will like reading it later in life. I hope I will refrain from embarrassing my kids when they're teenagers by telling these as diaper stories in front of their friends.

laughter and tears )
warriorsavant: (Springtime in Canada)
Saturday was the annual Santa Claus Parade. Basically a non-religious Christmas parade. Seems way too early, but besides the early-starting commercialization of Christmas, it tends to get too cold and snowy for parades later in the year. I'd never been to it. Not all that interested in parades in general (and even less so standing out in the cold), but we thoughts the kids might enjoy it. They did. We did come a little late (I've organized 20 vehicle convoys with less effort than getting 2 kids out the door with 27 snowsuits and idiot mittens), even though the parade only starts a few blocks from our house (most parades in Montreal start at that intersection which is arguable the "beginning" of the downtown proper). That was probably for the good, as they likely would have gotten bored if they'd sat through the whole thing. Instead, they enjoyed the floats and marching units. Heavy on elves and santas, but a few different ones like an Chinese culture group doing a thing with twirling parasols. They enjoyed it, and so did we.

I'm not all that thrilled with the whole "Christmas decorations go up right after Halloween" commercial greedfest. At least in the US, there's Thanksgiving to break up the two month stretch. Christmas Carols I divide into 2 groups: traditional ones, which I love until I've heard each one for the 100th time that year, and which point they annoy me; and newer ones, which annoy me from the first time I hear them. Did I mention "bah humbug."

After the parade, we went to the nearby mall to have a bite of bad food and pick up a couple of items we needed. They had some entertainment, which was good because I was watching the kids while Nom braved the lines. By that time, Wallstreet had fallen asleep, but Hedgefund enjoyed the juggler dressed as an elf (complete with Spock ears). As jugglers go, he was kind of lame, but for a 4-year old, it was great.

Okay, a good start to the Christmas season; I'll see if I can keep my (limited) holiday cheer attitude for another 6 weeks.


Nov. 16th, 2018 04:57 pm
warriorsavant: (Springtime in Canada)
Pretty white stuff, falling from sky. Very pretty looking out thru the windows at it from inside my nice cozy house. Earlier, Hedgefund was bouncing up and down excitedly and wanting to go out and play. Not sure where we got her from. As we were dressing her to go out (takes a long time with all the stuff needed), we asked Wallstreet if he wanted go also. If a 3 year old can give you a look that says, “are you #$%&*@ insane?” he did so. After playing in the yard, she wanted to go to the park. As we headed out, of course Wallstreet suddenly decided he did want to join us, so came back and played while Nom got him dressed and then the three of us went to the park. (As for Nom, you know Wallstreet’s view on snow mentioned above? Yeah, that’s where he gets it from. She may not leave the house until late May.) I pushed them in the double stroller to the park, not easy through snow since strollers not exactly off road vehicle with big wheels. Got to the park where they: (1) ran around excitedly, or (2) promptly fell asleep in the stroller. Yeah, option 2 happened. So I then pushed them back home. Glad someone got exercise. Back home made us all hot chocolate as a treat. Which I was the only one who drank it. Sigh. Later Nom made a cake with them, which is to say Nom made a cake and they made a mess.

This is what we call “child rearing” here in Lake Wobegon, where all the... well you know the line.

Signing off now. Starting last week, decided to take a 24-hour break each week from computers and cell phones, so will be offline ‘till Saturday night.

Cheap Chic

Nov. 7th, 2018 11:05 am
warriorsavant: (Cafe)

Pastel,currently thenew 'in' restaurant in Montreal. We went there last night courtesy of MTL à Table, which as mentioned previously, is like restaurant week most other places, but with l'accent français(*1).


'Cheap Chic' is our term to going to classy restaurants on the cheap: luncheon specials, late night specials (well, before we had kids), or restaurant weeks. Usually have their best dishes at a fraction of the price. Usually, we don't have drinks or coffee there, so they really make no money on us.


Nom made the reservations. Initially we were told they were full up the day(s) we wanted. She called back with a different plan. Eventually they saw reason. Which is to say, the 6thtime she called, I heard someone in the background say, "It's heragain. Give her a dang table or she'll keep calling!(*2) Contrary to the cliché of Asian women, she is about as passive and submissive as the average mule. Make that 2 mules. Or 10. Anyhow, she can be rather persistent.


Been there when it was something else. Even in a city with as many good restos as Montreal, there are still just so many venues, and fancy restaurants rarely last that long. When we walked in, Nom introduced herself, and the hostess turned the manager, and said, "it's that annoying Vietnamese woman who kept calling, seat her quickly(*2)." They found us a place in the far corner where the kids wouldn't disturb the other dinners.


Avant garde food. Avant garde is French for "overpriced, tiny portions, and totally awful." In this case 2 out of 3. The portions were filling, only if you were a squirrel ("Hey Rocky, watch me pull a dinner out of my hat"). And only overpriced if you went on a regular night, something like 50$/course. Very involved food. I confess I'm a little tired of overly-involved, pernickety, lets-see-how-many-weird-ingredients-I-can-combine dishes. I've come to prefer fairly standard fare, maybe with a slight twist, but very well done. Still, quite good. The true star of the dinner was one of the desserts, Crème bruûléewith fennel sauce. As for filling part, well, let's just say that afterwards we stopped stopped at the burger joint up the street to get some extra fries, calories, and irony.


The kids were largely well-behaved. They had wanted to blow out candles. At the resto we went to the other night, they amused themselves by blowing out the little tea candle on the table. We thought we'd be clever and bring some extra candles (found some spare birthday candles in a drawer) that I could repeatedly light for them from the tea candle and they could then repeatedly blow out. Curses, foiled again! They didn't have tea candles, or any other candles, on the tables. Kids were disappointed, so when we got home, I found some matches, set up 2 candles, and let them take turns blowing them out(*3).




*1 Which is to say the waiters speak through their noses which are tilted in the air.

*2 Perhaps a slight exaggeration for comedic effect. There will be some of that in this conte

*3 If I'd let them keep going, it would have been hours of fun for them, seconds of fun for me. Did have a dozen turns each, and felt satisfied at that.

warriorsavant: (Time)
For some obscure reason, my municipality doesn't hold its Remembrance Day ceremony on the day itself. They usually hold it on the Sunday closest to Remembrance Day. Maybe so it doesn't conflict with the big ceremony downtown Montreal? Anyhow, since this year Remembrance Day falls on a Sunday, one would think they'd have it on the right day for a change. Uh, no. They had it today. It also isn't wildly advertised, so I only found out it was going to happen late Friday, too late to call City Hall and find out the details. I might have attended, or even marched in the little parade. It actually goes past my house. City Hall is about a block away from me, and the ceremony is at the Cenotaph in front of City Hall. I'm a little shy about attending, what with my uniform being of another country. Last year, for the big ceremony, I was thinking of going with a Veterans group, who would have been happy for me to join, but just didn't feel like being that sociable. From what I could see, there was a small group of older veterans in their dress uniforms (few dozen), then a group from a local reserve unit (again, about a few dozen), two Montreal police on horseback, then a few dozen cadets, Army and Air. 'Cadets' here not meaning officer trainees, but a high school aged organization focusing on leadership, citizenship, physical development, and self-reliance. Kind of like Boy Scouts/Girl Guides, only more so. (Note to self: get more info about Cadets when the kids are a bit older.) Anyhow, I'll look into our local ceremony this week, for consideration for next year.

Further on the list of mis-timed events, Hedgefund's swimming lesson was supposed to be tonight. As we were en route, got a text, first from a friend whose daughter takes lessons at the same time, then from the teacher, saying it had been cancelled because they were doing maintenance on the pool. Grrr. We had already planned on going out for dinner after, so we stopped at a park near old condo (both the swimming and the restaurant were near there) so the kids could play a bit. Well, Hedgefund played, Wallstreet is his mother's son (and especially his late paternal grandmother's grandson) and doesn't like cold, so he and Nom hung out in the car.

The dinner was part of Montreal à Table, an annual 2-week event with specials at different restaurants to encourage people to try them. The one we went to, called Asado, was in the same location, and under the same management, as another place Nom had wanted to try, but had closed before we could try it. Would rate it, "glad we went, but no need to go back." Asado is Spanish for "roast." Not sure I thought the food was very Latin American, but the atmosphere (including the music) was. For some reason, the décor tickled some memory of someplace I once was eating or drinking (or wenching?) in Chile, although I don't remember it well enough to say why.
warriorsavant: (Chimerae)
Had to work today. My office in the morning (and Bob was on a pedestal in the back of the reception area, looking over Evil Secretary's shoulder. In the afternoon, my hospital clinic, but it wasn't heavily booked. Usually I'll spend an hour afterwards with the students, teaching/talking about patients we've seen. I warned them that today had to be cut short because had to take the bambini trick-or-treating. (I also told them to save their questions and I'd answer them next time.)

Unfortunately, it was a cold, rainy night, which might be atmospheric, but not pleasant. The kids were wearing their jackets over their costumes. Otherwise, ours is a good street for trick-or-treat Many of the families really, really do up their houses. Wallstreet was scared of a few of the decorations, and is really too young to understand, so Nom took him home after a few houses. Hedgefund went to a dozen or so. She was a little scared at a few of them, but was okay b/c I was with her. (I was dressed as myself, what with my being so scary I keep myself awake at night for fear I'm hiding under my own bed.) She ran into a few friends from day care and said "hi" to them. (We've been impressing on her the importance of the social niceties, and she's really picked up on that this year.) She actually enjoys giving out candy as much as she enjoys getting it, so after we went out, we sat on our front porch and gave out candy. Some people came up to me, but I redirected them to her. Around 7:30, we ran out, which was around when it is starting to die down (pun intended) anyhow. I think Wallstreet will enjoy it more next year, and we'll probably have the energy to decorate.
warriorsavant: (Warriordaddy)
Hedgefund's day care class will be learning to skate. We think this is a great thing, as if they learn winter sports, they might even enjoy winter here. Since neither Nom nor I can skate, ski, or any other winter sport (well really, do any sport), we aren't the ones to be able to teach them, so it's great they'll at least get the basics at day care. (Wallstreet is the the class behind hers, so he'll presumably get it next year.) This weekend we bought her gear.

When you have children, some "helpful" person sends you one of those articles that says that it costs 28 million dollars to raise a child, from prenatal care through medical school tuition, or some such. Whatever ridiculous figure they claim, and whatever it actually costs, this ignores the key fact that you don't have to front the money at once. The doctor/midwife doesn't hold onto the kid and say "give us all the money now or we send it back." It gets paid in dribs and drabs (and sometimes flood waters) but not up front.

Still certain amounts come with some sticker shock. This is where I get all curmundgeonly and harrumph that in my day, we bought a cheap pair of skates and went out on the river/dad flooded the backyard. Uh, yeah, right. In fact, they will be practicing at the municipal arena, and since likely people will also be practicing hockey on part of it, they need helmets with face shields and other accoutrements. So, a fair wack of money at once, although the skates and helmet are adjustable so she'll be able to use them for many years.

Anyhow, it starts. Will try to keep from having them too over-programmed (some kids do a different after school activity every day), but that is more because I think that is a stupid thing to do to a kid than because of cost (although that is a consideration also). Regardless, there are things they should learn that we can't teach them, and some of that comes with a cost. How many million did you say?
warriorsavant: (Warriordaddy)
One problem with having very small bambini around is that they want to “help” do things. Not good when I’m trying to do home maintenance, because either:
1. It takes at least 3 times longer. I can probably replace a light switch in 5-10 minutes. The last time Hedgefund helped me it took 40 minutes. Admittedly she was 2 years old. Now it would only take 30 minutes. Or they watch me, but then want to play. Example, going up on a ladder to change a ceiling light. Yes, they let me do it alone, but then want their “turns” climbing up and down the ladder, which means I have to stand there and make sure they come down the ladder on their own steam, rather that gravity-powered and head first.
2. I sometimes don’t want them on unsafe places, even if I’m there, because I don’t want them knowing that they can get up/into such places, because they might do it when I’m not there. Example, I don’t want them to know how to get onto the roof of the house. It will be quite a while before they can manipulate the extension ladder into place and open the trap door, but I’d just as soon they even consider the concept as do-able as late as possible. More to the point, there is a spiral staircase to the roof of the garage. I have absolutely no idea why. When we were doing the renos, they put a gate at the base of the staircase, but I didn’t have a lock for it until just now. Again, don’t want them even considering climbing up to the roof of the garage until they are old enough to not risk coming down gravity-powered/head-first.

BTW, being the son of a locksmith, I understand that I could - and therefore did - have a locksmith fit a padlock to the same key as my house key. I’m a firm believer in having as few keys as possible. In fact, our house key also opens the front door of my office, but not the reverse. That is, if I don’t have my office keys, I can still get in, but Evil Secretary’s office key doesn’t open the house (variant on doing a master key). Again, being a son-of-a-locksmith (among other “son of’s” I’ve been called), I realized that they were the same key blank, and therefore could be keyed alike.


Oct. 13th, 2018 09:06 am
warriorsavant: (Cafe)
Whimsy of the day:  OMG, Friday the 13th comes on a Saturday this month. Everybody knows that's worse.

Cuteness of the day:  We were talking about going to work and going to school and teaching, and what Hedgefund would do someday. (Spoiler Alert: doctor). Then she said something about when she was big, she was going to be a daddy. (Pause). "Well, a girl daddy."

Weather of the day (month, season, etc):  On the positive side, the leaves are changing, and it's pretty. On the negative side, it's turned cold. Despite having been born here, the kids, especially Wallstreet, don't like the cold. Neither does my tropically-born darling wife. Come t' think of it, more and more, neither do I. We live here why? Although when I think of moving south, my heart goes out to friends living in a hurricane zone. On the other hand, those are intermittent, rather than lasting 11.5 months/year, like winter does here. We keep saying the kids they are going to go to med school at U. Hawaii or at least UBC.

Bureaucracy of the… (whatever, enough with this theme):  [personal profile] ravensron  sent me a picture of the passport of Pharaoh Ramses II (1279-1213 BC). No, it wasn't written on papyrus, and they didn't actually have passports back then. Seems that His Pharonic Majesty's mummy was sent from Egypt to France in 1974 for preservation work. French law requires that anybody entering the country have a passport. The Egyptian government complied, including a properly formatted picture of the mummy's face in the block for picture. First time we traveled with Hedgefund, we had to get a passport, complete with photo. She was 3 months. Still required to pose eyes open, no smiling, no one holding her head. Managed to get the photo - she was actually lying down with the photographer holding the camera over her pointing downwards. What is the point? 80% of the babies in the world look like enough like that photo that it was meaningless. Even more ridiculous is that passports are good for 5 years. When she was 3 years, took her someplace, and the border control agent actually was looking back and forth between her and the photo.

Tree, also in the past tense:  Our neighbor's tree died. The other morning, there was a crew taking it down (before it fell on one of our houses). The kids were fascinated. “Why man in tree? What he doing?” I sent my condolences to the neighbors (it was a beautiful, huge ash tree, but had been attacked by Emerald Ash Borers). Then I wondered, if one sends a bouquet of flowers (plants) when an person or animal dies, does one send a bouquet of animals when a tree (plant) dies? The neighbors declined, but I think that was unreasonable. True they already have a cat and a dog, but maybe they would have liked a nice basket of mice - I'm sure the cat and dog would have.

Tech:  Once upon a time (say 2-3 years ago), if someone wanted you to sign a document, they printed it out, mailed or handed it to you, and you signed it. Now they send you a pdf, which you have to print out, sign, then rescan back to them. Much more convenient… for them. Recently realized that having Adobe Acrobat Pro (which creates pdf, doesn't just read them), I can do a digital signature. Still requires a few steps, but all mouse clicks, no wasteful printing and rescanning. (If you want to do it on a phone, there is an app called "fill and sign.")
warriorsavant: (Warriordaddy)
Striking boldly into the far north on their dog sleds… Not really. There is an area under the angle of the attic stairs, which has a floor (finished in front part, rough in the back), and an old-fashioned-looking sign over it "Northwest Passage." I dubbed it that (and had the sign made) because at the opening it seems a likely-looking passageway, but ultimately doesn't go anywhere. They noticed it and decided to explore it for the first time. Failing to find the missing Franklin expedition, the came back out. Really didn't spend long in there, but I have high hopes that when a little older, it will make a fine fort, cave, dragon's den, pirate's lair, etc.
warriorsavant: (Meh)
I love my kids and absolutely adore being a father (I know I usually hide this). When I see them smile or hear them laugh, my day brightens and my heart sings. I sometimes have to remind myself (or Nom & I remind each other) of this when they are fussy, whiny, and/or bags of pestilence... especially when they give the latter to their Papa. They are mostly recovered from last week's bout of some sort of cocksackie or enterovirus. I am full on into, compete with lethargy, sore throat, and rash on my hands. Hoof and mouth disease?

Little Zoo

Jul. 24th, 2018 10:54 am
warriorsavant: (White Lion - Jabulani)
Wanted to take the kids to the zoo yesterday. Yeah, I'm doing the "it's summer, I'm on vacation, let's do stuff with the kids that they may never remember. (Hey surly teenager, look at the dang photos about how you had mandatory fun as a small child.)

Were going to go to the Granby Zoo, which is a large, well-regarded zoo over an hour from Montreal, but we had other things to do, and since doing anything with small kids takes 2-3 times longer than planned, we checked and found a smaller one right on Montreal Island, the Ecomuseum Zoo. (Not entirely sure what is with Quebec's "Ecomuseums" but they are small, specialized "museums" scattered around the province.) It was much closer, much smaller, and much cheaper admission.

They had:
Birds (ducks, turkeys, eagles, crows, ravens)
Mammals (deer, martens, fishers, lynx, otters, coyotes, wolves, bears, racoons, porcupines)

The kids more-or-less enjoyed it, probably enjoyed the playground area more than the exhibits. (The bear was sleeping, and the lynx were hiding, but the otters were being playful as usual. I like otters.) I think they would have enjoyed a petting zoo more. Birds and turtles not good for petting, and frankly even some cuddly-looking animals like racoons tend to bite if you get close to them. Wolves, coyotes (outside of a Mercy Thompson novel), and bears are right out.
warriorsavant: (Renovations)
How many warriorsavants does it take to change a light bulb? 
No wait, the question is how many weeks does it take one warriorsavant to change a light bulb:
a) weeks? you mean minutes, dontcha? It's just changing a dang light bulb dude. You're a very handy guy, son of Mr. Fixit.
b) oh right, you have very young kids, so 2-3 weeks is likely.

Yeah: "b".

The process:
First wait until they're out of the house so they don't "help," then find the ladder (hidden away so they don't play on/with it and kill themselves), then take off the globe and unscrew the bulb, then search the house and find out you don't have that size/type/wattage bulb. (When we were planning/doing the renovations, I swore I would have everything using just 1 type of bulb. My designer, architect, electrician, and contractor all laughed at me.)

Second, put away ladder and light globe so kids don't play on/with it and kill themselves and/or break the glass globe (having at least cleaned said very-dusty glove), then find some time to go to the hardware store and get that size/type/wattage bulb.

Third, try to find more time when no kids around, give up, and have them "help," after each wanting 2 turns climbing up-and-down ladder (well, each wanted several dozen turns, but they got 2).

warriorsavant: (Default)
Or, I could have just titled this "various: mostly about family."

A small boast. The other day I had to do an excision on a 7-year old. I usually defer these until teen years when the child is ready and wants it, but the lesion was physically hurting her and mom talked her into doing it. I managed to do the local anesthesia (eg by injection) without her so much as saying "ouch" or otherwise seeming to be uncomfortable even once. Pinch the skin, keep talking to the patient ("talkesthesia" - which is not easy for me), and inject very, very, very slowly.

I don't know how I'd handle one of my kids going in for major surgery or other serious medical issue. For doctor's visits, Nom is the designated parent; I usually go too, but not always. For minor, but more-than-doctor's-office stuff, I'm the designated parent, and Nom sometimes goes also, but not always. Hedgefund, for all her fussiness has been fairly good with blood draws, ultrasounds, and other other more-than-doctor's-office stuff. Some of that credit goes to the staff at Montreal Children's Hospital, some she picks up from my attitude that medical things are normal, and some is she just has different things that do and don't bother her.

When Wallstreet describes / refers to something as "big," he always makes his voice BIG when he says it (eg "that big truck"). I don't mean louder, but he purses his lips, deepens his voice slightly, and makes the word resonate.

We have a Vietnamese landscape painting that belonged to Nom's paternal grandfather. Her father, who is a bit of a pack rat, had it at home and gave it to us when we moved to the new house. He had also tried to unload a bunch of other art on us which we declined. However this piece is a bit of family history. The grandfather had been in the Vietnamese Army, rising up to Colonel. He was initially in the Army under the French and a prisoner during the Japanese occupation, then when the country was divided in 1954, was in the Army of the Republic of Vietnam (South Vietnam). The painting was a gift from his junior officers when he was promoted to Colonel, out of their personal respect for him. I love history, and family history, and so am interested to know about this piece. Last night, I sat with FIL and asked him about the painting and about his father, which I think pleased him. BIL, other than having some self-identity as VN, doesn't care at all about VN history, culture, family history, etc (which is why we got that painting, not him). Nom cares, but not in an organized way. I am going to do a small write-up about the piece. I've done that for several items I've picked up over the years that are either antique, or have a personal/family story, or are otherwise unusual. I am doing this part for myself, but more so some day I'll be able to tell the kids about their great-great grandfather.
warriorsavant: (Warriordaddy)
The kids were lying in my lap. Combined body mass physically weighs maybe 50-60 lbs*, but all that cuteness functionally weighs 500-600 lbs and so hard to move out from under.

Usually I leave for work before the kids are up. I go kiss them goodbye. Wallstreet doesn't even stir. With Hedgefund, I tell her I'm leaving for work and I'll see her later. She nods in her sleep, but is aware I'm doing it. (If I don't do it, she is very upset when she wakes up that I didn't say goodbye to her.)

I start my own office at 0730h, which is earlier than most of my colleagues, but later than a few. The early hours are good for people who want to come before work or school, or are coming off the night shift. (I also take my lunch earlier so that I'm available during other peoples' lunch hour.) I've been debating starting earlier, and leaving earlier (or even - *gasp* - working a few more hours), but not changing anything for the moment. The other day was our monthly cutaneous lymphoma clinic at the hospital, which starts at a normal hour. Time enough for them to wake up. Time enough for them to crawl up onto the bed with me and lie in my lap, holding my hands, and smiling happily at their time with Papa. Time enough for Papa to consider retiring on the spot, rather than break their hearts by going off to work. Lots of "I love you," "stay home with us," "kiss goodbye." Even Wallstreet who isn't that much into being kissed. *Sigh* Keep working until they graduate from Med School, bah humbug.

*Technically should phrase that as "body mass physically weighs maybe 50-60 lbs in Earth's gravitational field."
warriorsavant: (Warriordaddy)
Neither of us is very sociable, but we have been claiming we would start being so. Partly we want to set a good roll model for the kids ("there are times you need to be sociable, this is how you do it" and "it is a good skill to have and you might even enjoy it"). We actually do enjoy socializing, with limited number of people and for limited times.

All that having been said, we have been promising ourselves we would start socializing when things were more settled. That probably won't really be until the kids are off to university/the Army, but as far as moving and renovating, we're as "there" as we're going to get. There are a few couples we had mentally marked down as prospects. They have young children, and we want our kids to have friends (unlike ourselves at that age). Mostly they are mixed race couples like us. Mostly they are professionals and/or academics. Oh my, I think we have a "type;" I'm turning into the people I always didn't want to be. An odd part of that is since we became parents at a later age, if our "type" becomes a "set," we will be the (hopefully wise) older couple in it.

Anyhow, we finally bit the bullet and invited another family over for brunch. The daughter is a little younger than Normandie and met in science class. Both parents are in medical research. We invited them over, and had lox-and-bagels and imperial-rolls and croissants. Yup, both ethnicities, as well as franco-cultural milieu. Actually had a good time. They were just getting over colds, and initially everyone planned on "an hour-ish," but ended up a few hours. I suppose easier when much of that is riding herd on the kids and making sure they don't kill themselves (or each other). It took a little while for the two little girls to get into being together, but at some point they were actually playing together as much as 4-year-olds play with each other, rather than parallel play. Something I found interesting and comforting, was that all 4 parents automatically watched out for all 3 children. At one point I had to put something away (in the car or garage). Wallstreet decided to walk on top of a retaining wall, and the other father automatically went over to make sure he didn't fall. It's a little thing, but not really part of my experience.

We have a few more couples in mind to get together with. First just each couple in turn, then if things work out, might even invite 2-3 families at once. We might actually be sociable beings!
warriorsavant: (Warriordaddy)
Forward: Wallstreet can actually talk now. Before he could "talk," in the sense of single words, maybe stringing 2-3 together appropriately, but sometime during the past month he began using full sentences. Medical school is just a step away.

Back: We had reason to go to the old condo. Still not sold. Grrr. Anyhow, we ended up giving the kids a bath there. (Sounds strange, but sort of made sense, however too complicated to explain.) I got all nostalgic about giving them baths there, Hedgefund especially adored taking a bath with her Papa with more bubbles than water. Partly nostalgic for the condo itself; I'd lived there for over 10 years, had many good memories (and some horrid ones), and that is where we first lived together and had our children. Partly nostalgic for when the kids were little. Yeah, I know that at 4 and 2-1/2 they are still little, but little-er.


Mar. 22nd, 2018 02:54 pm
warriorsavant: (Dr. Injecto)
My first patient of the afternoon was a little girl of 5. Her mom told Evil Secretary that she adored me; I'm the only doctor she's not scared of. I guess not being afraid to bite patients' toes works. ☺
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This post not all about kids, but admittedly mostly. Was going to post this yesterday, but decided needed at least one serious post, otherwise. I'd be having a bad case of being that guy who posts incessantly only about his kids. Yeah, "warriorsavantdaddy," that's me.

The new house. We really love it. It's very bright, very classy and classic styling, high ceilings with moulding, lots of woodwork, beautiful layout with different sightlines in different directions.

The new office. Also very bright and classy. Really do need to tweak the layout of things in each exam room. In my old place, could basically sit in one spot and pivot to reach everything. Highly efficient way to work. Although these rooms are actually smaller, they are not yet as neatly laid out. It's annoying me, but haven't had time to tweak it yet; too many other things to do. Taxes mostly in to the accountant now.

Sitting in the back of your own car. Interesting feeling. The other day Nom w/ kids and I arrived home at the same time (warned you there'd be kids in this post). Wallstreet decided he wanted to play in Papa's car instead of going into the house. We both climbed into the back (later into the front where he sat in my lap and "drove" and also pulled everything out of the glove compartment). Sitting like that, the car changes from being a vehicle to being a small room. Interesting psychological perspective.

Hedgefund. Speaking of cars, she's become a back seat driver. At 4 years old. If she starts saying "mind the lorry," I'm sending her back. (Hyacinth from "Keeping Up Appearances" a BritCom used to like.) She also has become quite talkative in general, and much happier. That makes me incredibly glad, I was so worried she was depressive. She is also quite inventive about names and how she addresses us. Sometimes it's "hey guys" (from the timbre of voice and facial expression, I think she's imitating one of the daycare teachers), sometimes it's "hey parents," sometimes it's Papa Savant and Mommy Savant (I think from "Peppa Pig," a current popular children's show, the parents being Daddy Pig and Mommy Pig). Lately, she was mad at Wallstreet and started calling him Blue Dragon. Dragon because he was being mean, and blue because that's his color. His room is painted blue. Hers is green. Did you think I was going to write "pink?" Silly Reader, stop thinking in clichés. Green is her favorite color, has been as long as she could barely indicate a choice, so we painted her room green. The master bedroom is red (actually 3 walls are pale gray, and the back wall is deep red). Since we Savants like dragons, she (mostly) stopped using it as a negative, and now Wallstreet is Blue Dragon, she is Green Dragon (of sometimes Hedgefund Big Sister Green Dragon), we are Papa Red Dragon and Mommy Red Dragon. I have a hypothesis that color in dragons is multi-genetic, which effects how the colors breed, so perfectly reasonable for 2 red dragons to produce one green and one blue dragon. I'm putting in for grant to study it.

And oh yeah, "Happy Spring," apparently that being the season when it's only minus-a bit, and not too much snow forecast for tomorrow morning.


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