Monday with Kouryou-chan
Oct. 6th, 2003 08:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsSo after all that I raced home, took Omaha to work, and was left with a sleeping Kouryou-chan in the back of the car. Omaha is pretty cranky; her epilepsy medications have really taken their toll and she's tired and out of sorts and just plain fatigued. I don't blame her. She's tempted to try provigil just to stay awake, and I think she should try it, but she should also find out from her doctor what drug reductions she can try to get over this tiredness.
I drove to the library to confirm a rumor that I heard: that James Wilson is listed in Who's Who In America, and that the listing mentions that his wife works for the CIA. I cannot confirm this rumor. The only mention of his wife reads, "m. Valerie Elise Plame, Apr. 3, 1998." That's it. I don't have my scanner working yet, but when I do, I'll post the whole entry. I have the 2002 entry; other entries may be different.
By the time I was done in the library, Kouryou-chan had roused-- fortunately, not too much napping-- and we went home, where I tossed some ravioli in a pot and took out a batch of frozen sauce from the stuff I'd cooked two weeks ago. It keeps very well. Kouryou-chan played quietly in the living room with her teddy bear, then practiced folding a blanket in all sorts of mutant ways. We ate dinner, where she learned an important skill.
Kouryou-chan learns how to cut her own food.I'm glad I don't have to do that anymore.
Afterwards, I gave her ice cream (the pumpkin-flavored stuff) and we sat together and watched Animal Cops together. I'm a firm believer in quantity time. Kouryou-chan and I get plenty of interaction, reading together, drawing together, but sometimes it's fine just to sit and vegetate-- as long as the kids know you're there for them as well as the boob tube. And she's so young that we talk about what we're watching a lot, so it's not as if we're just being quiet and not being together. She also learns my personal values, like muting the ads. And she does get wrapped up in these stories, about the well-being of animals, especially puppies and kittens. It was fun, but I had to send her out to get a napkin because the ice-cream was just dripping off her chin.
I encouraged her to get out of the tub. She was very good about that, putting away her toys voluntarily and then getting out. For some reason, she's become fascinated with blowing bubbles with her spit, and she had quite the disgusting mass on her chin when I reached for the towel. I told her to stop it and she wiped it off on my shirt. And being a naked and fresh from the bathtub little girl, I told her she was getting me all wet, and she immediately throws herself on me and decides to use me to dry herself off. I wrap her in a bathtowel and send her off to get her jammies.
She's picked her books: two Thomas the Tank Engine and two Clifford the Big Red Dog stories. We'll wait to read them until after Omaha calls and tells me it's time to pick her up from the bus stop. I don't want her trying to walk home or wait for a transfer in this weather. And I'm feeling happy because, for some reason, I think I'm getting pretty good at this dad stuff.
I drove to the library to confirm a rumor that I heard: that James Wilson is listed in Who's Who In America, and that the listing mentions that his wife works for the CIA. I cannot confirm this rumor. The only mention of his wife reads, "m. Valerie Elise Plame, Apr. 3, 1998." That's it. I don't have my scanner working yet, but when I do, I'll post the whole entry. I have the 2002 entry; other entries may be different.
By the time I was done in the library, Kouryou-chan had roused-- fortunately, not too much napping-- and we went home, where I tossed some ravioli in a pot and took out a batch of frozen sauce from the stuff I'd cooked two weeks ago. It keeps very well. Kouryou-chan played quietly in the living room with her teddy bear, then practiced folding a blanket in all sorts of mutant ways. We ate dinner, where she learned an important skill.
Kouryou-chan learns how to cut her own food.
Afterwards, I gave her ice cream (the pumpkin-flavored stuff) and we sat together and watched Animal Cops together. I'm a firm believer in quantity time. Kouryou-chan and I get plenty of interaction, reading together, drawing together, but sometimes it's fine just to sit and vegetate-- as long as the kids know you're there for them as well as the boob tube. And she's so young that we talk about what we're watching a lot, so it's not as if we're just being quiet and not being together. She also learns my personal values, like muting the ads. And she does get wrapped up in these stories, about the well-being of animals, especially puppies and kittens. It was fun, but I had to send her out to get a napkin because the ice-cream was just dripping off her chin.
I encouraged her to get out of the tub. She was very good about that, putting away her toys voluntarily and then getting out. For some reason, she's become fascinated with blowing bubbles with her spit, and she had quite the disgusting mass on her chin when I reached for the towel. I told her to stop it and she wiped it off on my shirt. And being a naked and fresh from the bathtub little girl, I told her she was getting me all wet, and she immediately throws herself on me and decides to use me to dry herself off. I wrap her in a bathtowel and send her off to get her jammies.
She's picked her books: two Thomas the Tank Engine and two Clifford the Big Red Dog stories. We'll wait to read them until after Omaha calls and tells me it's time to pick her up from the bus stop. I don't want her trying to walk home or wait for a transfer in this weather. And I'm feeling happy because, for some reason, I think I'm getting pretty good at this dad stuff.
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Date: 2003-10-07 10:34 pm (UTC)i wish my folks were as interesting as you guys are my parents are mental cases literaly one is bi-polar and one is just strange
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Date: 2003-10-07 11:10 pm (UTC)Maybe I could fix up Boo and Kouryou-chan and let her show him how it's done...
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Date: 2003-10-14 05:59 pm (UTC)