Saturday, January 26, 2008

Gifted Children


Before I had a child, I had no idea about the fierce competition that mothers engage in. As far as I'm concerned, I consider it progress when my kid is still wearing both shoes at the end of a shopping trip. But some mothers view every developmental step as a sign that their child is gifted. They say things like, "My child is only two months old and already has his first tooth. He is so advanced". Next thing you know, they're filling out a Harvard application before the kid even learns to stop peeing his pants.

Unfortunately, even some kids who learn to walk at the tender age of six months end up being dumb as posts. It would be horribly embarrassing to have bragged so heartily during the first few years only to discover later on that your kid needs to be in the remedial math class. So, I have decided to wait until grade school to throw my daughter's hat in the ring. By then I should know whether to engage or withdraw when the other parents begin the "my kid is smarter than yours" discussion. For now, I'll just continue to praise my toddler for her excellent nose picking skills and her ability to sense the presence and location of a permanent marker from a hundred yards away.

Saturday, January 19, 2008

A day packed with Omega-3


It's amazing what you'll do to make a 1 year old smile. This is me cuddling up to some sixteen year old kid who is spending his Saturday in a shark suit that smells like butt so he can pay the insurance on his '87 Cutlass.

Today we had a lovely time at the Denver Aquarium. Emily was very enthusiastic about the fish and turtles and I thought it was empowering to be able to taunt the sharks from behind several inches of shatterproof glass. All in all, it was a pretty good day.

Saturday, January 12, 2008

Endings and Beginnings

The idea for this blog began as I said goodbye to a close friend. As she prepared to leave God's country for a neighboring state, I realized that if I didn't hop on the blog bandwagon, my contact with her would be limited to my pathetic correspondence skills. So here I am, in my little corner of cyberspace, writing about things that maybe three people in the universe care about. To those three I say, you never know when your boss is monitoring your internet usage.