potty time

Erin reported that potty-training did not go so well yesterday.  Kai has generally been on a slower developmental cycle than other kids his age – he takes his time with everything.  He didn’t walk until 14-15 months, and couldn’t hang on the little bar above every slide in America until a couple months ago, so this phase will probably be no different.  And this too, shall pass.

 

Erin is attempting potty training again. Wish her luck. I've definitely got it easy compared to her.

sleeping in

What's funny now is that during the regular Monday through Friday week, I get to sleep until about 8 or 8:30am, which I now consider sleeping in. I'm looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow.

I have a crazy week ahead of me. It's the last sales week of the month, and I'm within reach of setting a sales record. Recession be damned, I am selling wine somehow!

And what a great day for NBA basketball. Chicago ties up the series 2-2 against Boston in a double-overtime thriller, the Cavs sweep the Pistons, and the Magic win makes their series 2-2 on a last-second three. And that's just the Eastern division.

weekends

Since Erin has gone back to work, just weekend evenings, my weekends have completely changed. While I cannot sleep in, ever, I do get to spend a lot of one-on-one time with Kai.

As Erin now works until 2am or later Friday and Saturday evenings, I get to wake up with Kai at O-dark-thirty and spend the morning with him until Erin wakes up.

While I do cherish the time with Kai, I am quite tired... I have got to start going to bed earlier or he has got to start sleeping later.

tasting

Well I've figured out how to blog by txt and email now, so my writing should be more regular, if not briefer than before.

to or from nothingness

"Things are either devolving toward, or evolving from, nothingness. As dusk approaches in the hinterlands, a traveler ponders shelter for the night. He notices tall rushes growing everywhere, so he bundles an armful together as they stand in the field, and knots them at the top. Presto, a living grass hut. The next morning, before embarking on another day’s journey, he unknots the rushes and presto, the hut deconstructs, disappears, and becomes a virtually indistinguishable part of the larger field of rushes once again. The original wilderness seems to be restored, but minute traces of the original shelter remain. A slight twist or bend in a reed here and there. There is also the memory of the hut in the mind of the traveler—and in the mind of the reader reading this description. Wabi-sabi, in its purest, most idealized form, is precisely about these delicate traces, this faint evidence, at the borders of nothingness."
- Leonard Koren