Yeah, I used the title of a movie that came out in the 80s that by all standards was Oscar worthy. Not sure who took home the gold that year. Checking imbd...1987...3 Men and a Baby...great year for movies...The Last Emperor??? Really? Over Adventures in Babysitting and 3 Men and a Baby. Come on!
What was I talking about here??? Oh Lea getting sitted on. Okay, so the kid starting hitting daycare a couple of weeks ago (First week of May or so). Daycare was a result of Kate (mom, wife, etc) going back to work--she had to go back to work because she is responsible for my extravagant lifestyle. Kate had no problem going back to work. Actually, she enjoyed getting back to work. No tears. Not even a whimper. Really. (my theory is that she's missing an essential humanness quality that causes other people to cry--she though I am Sam was hilarious. yes really)
The kid was not as pleased with her food source leaving her. She (Lea) went on bottle strike. She refused eat and was very stubborn for her new pseudo-parent-figure. She also enjoyed/s causing me torment. Her favorite game is to scream when I drop her off in the morning. TO make things worse, she smiles and giggles at home. I throw her in the car seat, take her to daycare, and it becomes a reenactment of (insert reference to something in which there's a lot of screaming and crying. not thinking great yet, no coffee).
I do not have a great way to wrap this post up, so I'd like to point out that I'm an idiot. If you look back to the Lea v. Gladwell post you should notice a glancing error in the caption. I apparently cannot tell my left from my right. Yeah, I teach kids.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Saturday, May 15, 2010
photo shoot
So...Steve's kept up his end of the bargain by posting about Lea's trials and triumphs (I think she's winning against the PS3!!), but I've been neglectful of my photo-posting responsibilities.
Her Uncle Luke and Aunt Summer were kind enough to come over a couple of weeks ago and do another photo shoot with Lea. Below are some of the stellar results:
Her Uncle Luke and Aunt Summer were kind enough to come over a couple of weeks ago and do another photo shoot with Lea. Below are some of the stellar results:
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Lea v. Malcolm Gladwell
We've established that Lea loves hatin' on the PS3. I would like to explain how she doesn't hate on electronic toys only. She's also beefing with Malcolm Gladwell.
Who is Malcolm Gladwell? He's the author of such books as Blink, Tipping Point, and Outliers. Recently I picked up my copy of Outliers to read--hoping to put the thing away in a couple of weeks or less. (BTW Outliers is about what allows people to achieve at ridiculously high levels in their given fields. E.G. Bill Gates and a host of others that I had never heard of until reading this book. These people do not fall on within the "normal" or even "successful" area on the bell curve. Thus being outliers. I'm sure I didn't sure the correct statistical terminology, and my brother Greg is cringing right now. Cringe Greg. Cringe.) I cruised to page 100, where upon Lea refused to let me read more than a page at a time. I pick up the book and she screams. I calm her down, then pick up the book--she screams. I hold her and the book, and she screams. Seriously. I'm not sure if she hates Gladwell, or just his theory on Outliers--I don't own any of his other books, so I can't do the research. Regardless, I believe my daughter is trying to make me dumber. Thanks kid.
Bonus Pictures. (BTW She just turned 3 months yesterday. I'll be accepting my nomination for father of the year any day now)
Lea mocking Gladwell. (see his book in the right side of the picture)
Who is Malcolm Gladwell? He's the author of such books as Blink, Tipping Point, and Outliers. Recently I picked up my copy of Outliers to read--hoping to put the thing away in a couple of weeks or less. (BTW Outliers is about what allows people to achieve at ridiculously high levels in their given fields. E.G. Bill Gates and a host of others that I had never heard of until reading this book. These people do not fall on within the "normal" or even "successful" area on the bell curve. Thus being outliers. I'm sure I didn't sure the correct statistical terminology, and my brother Greg is cringing right now. Cringe Greg. Cringe.) I cruised to page 100, where upon Lea refused to let me read more than a page at a time. I pick up the book and she screams. I calm her down, then pick up the book--she screams. I hold her and the book, and she screams. Seriously. I'm not sure if she hates Gladwell, or just his theory on Outliers--I don't own any of his other books, so I can't do the research. Regardless, I believe my daughter is trying to make me dumber. Thanks kid.
Bonus Pictures. (BTW She just turned 3 months yesterday. I'll be accepting my nomination for father of the year any day now)
Lea mocking Gladwell. (see his book in the right side of the picture)Monday, May 10, 2010
Lea v. PS3
I've come to a cold stark realization.
My daughter hates the PS3(Playstation 3 [awesomist video game/bluray system in my house]).
Well...either she hates it or loves the PS3 so much that she has to shout at it as much as possible. Let us being the story a few weeks ago. I decided Lea was old enough to enjoy me not paying attention to her while I take out digitalized bad guys with an fully automatic weapons. Now before you think I'm a horrid father for willingly ignoring my munchkin let me explain how I've been celibate from video games. Lea was born on February 12. I had not used the PS3 for what God intended it since before she joined the game of life. At the time, it had been eleven weeks. Seriously people. Eleven weeks of no video gaming. It's like a lifetime.
Okay, back to the story. I fired up the PS3 and opened my copy of Call of Duty:Modern Warfare 2 (sitting in plastic wrap since around Christmas). Lea expressed her displeasure with my use of both the sniper rifle and the rocket propelled grenade. My gaming experience became heightened when I needed to hold her while playing--which she promptly fell asleep. Let me say that you haven't played video games until you've done it with a sleeping 3 month old in your arms. I still knocked out a couple missions.
Later that evening Lea and I played with Jens and Mila (as mentioned in a previous post). Jens and I broke out the controllers. Mila slept soundly. Lea was wicked angry. So again I held and played. Rather than sleep, Lea decided to critic my abilities at Army of Two: Part 2. Anyone looking for a greater degree of difficultly in any game, play while trying to calm down a screaming child. Kids are awesome...
These pictures sum it up.
My daughter hates the PS3(Playstation 3 [awesomist video game/bluray system in my house]).
Well...either she hates it or loves the PS3 so much that she has to shout at it as much as possible. Let us being the story a few weeks ago. I decided Lea was old enough to enjoy me not paying attention to her while I take out digitalized bad guys with an fully automatic weapons. Now before you think I'm a horrid father for willingly ignoring my munchkin let me explain how I've been celibate from video games. Lea was born on February 12. I had not used the PS3 for what God intended it since before she joined the game of life. At the time, it had been eleven weeks. Seriously people. Eleven weeks of no video gaming. It's like a lifetime.
Okay, back to the story. I fired up the PS3 and opened my copy of Call of Duty:Modern Warfare 2 (sitting in plastic wrap since around Christmas). Lea expressed her displeasure with my use of both the sniper rifle and the rocket propelled grenade. My gaming experience became heightened when I needed to hold her while playing--which she promptly fell asleep. Let me say that you haven't played video games until you've done it with a sleeping 3 month old in your arms. I still knocked out a couple missions.
Later that evening Lea and I played with Jens and Mila (as mentioned in a previous post). Jens and I broke out the controllers. Mila slept soundly. Lea was wicked angry. So again I held and played. Rather than sleep, Lea decided to critic my abilities at Army of Two: Part 2. Anyone looking for a greater degree of difficultly in any game, play while trying to calm down a screaming child. Kids are awesome...
These pictures sum it up.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Baseball and Sushi
Little Miss Lea had her self a very busy weekend. On Friday she attended her first baseball game. Well actually she didn't go herself Kate and I had to drive her. She also really didn't have a choice whether or not she attended because she's 11 weeks. Come to think of it she didn't pay either. Freeloader.
Regardless, the runty-mc'squirmy-kins was forced to go to her first baseball game. Her mother and I drug her along to an I-Cubs game. (I received some tickets to a sky box from school) The Cubs were playing the Omaha Royals. I had a hard time cheering for either team. I really have no rooting interest, or care for that matter, for anything Cubs related. I grew up cheering for the Royals and going to the occasional Omaha Royal game. (Saw Johnny Damon, Michael Tucker, and Jermaine Dye play in Omaha) My problem being that I have been trying to divorce the Royals for years now. (I know it's not loyal but the Royals have not tried to field a competitive team in 20 years--and no I'm not kidding) Wait...what I was talking about. Oh yeah, Lea, it's her blog. (BTW her mother and I have decided to raise her a Twins/Vikings fan--I get to brain wash her into cheering for the Huskers) The kid was well behaved--for the most part. She acted cute for my co-workers, and only screamed at one. A special thank you to Jill Dopheide for putting Lea to sleep and holding her for a couple of innings.
Oh, and the Cubs lost. I think. I was too busying enjoying the few innings that Lea was asleep in someones arms other than her mother or I.
On Saturday my dear sweet wife had a ladies night out. Thus abandoning Lea and I to fend for ourselves. So I enjoyed a night of sushi and video games. Lea and I hung out with our pals Jens and Mila. (Jens is husband of one of Kate's college roommates Amy. Mila is the spawn of Amy and Jens. And a cute little spawn at that.) We enjoyed the sushi quiet a bit. Delightful I must say. Although I was given strict instructions not to give Lea any raw fish. Whatever. She would have liked it.
I am also finding out that my daughter loves nothing more than to hate on video game time. (This thought will be continued in the upcoming blog post: Lea vs. the PS3)
Regardless, the runty-mc'squirmy-kins was forced to go to her first baseball game. Her mother and I drug her along to an I-Cubs game. (I received some tickets to a sky box from school) The Cubs were playing the Omaha Royals. I had a hard time cheering for either team. I really have no rooting interest, or care for that matter, for anything Cubs related. I grew up cheering for the Royals and going to the occasional Omaha Royal game. (Saw Johnny Damon, Michael Tucker, and Jermaine Dye play in Omaha) My problem being that I have been trying to divorce the Royals for years now. (I know it's not loyal but the Royals have not tried to field a competitive team in 20 years--and no I'm not kidding) Wait...what I was talking about. Oh yeah, Lea, it's her blog. (BTW her mother and I have decided to raise her a Twins/Vikings fan--I get to brain wash her into cheering for the Huskers) The kid was well behaved--for the most part. She acted cute for my co-workers, and only screamed at one. A special thank you to Jill Dopheide for putting Lea to sleep and holding her for a couple of innings.
Oh, and the Cubs lost. I think. I was too busying enjoying the few innings that Lea was asleep in someones arms other than her mother or I.
On Saturday my dear sweet wife had a ladies night out. Thus abandoning Lea and I to fend for ourselves. So I enjoyed a night of sushi and video games. Lea and I hung out with our pals Jens and Mila. (Jens is husband of one of Kate's college roommates Amy. Mila is the spawn of Amy and Jens. And a cute little spawn at that.) We enjoyed the sushi quiet a bit. Delightful I must say. Although I was given strict instructions not to give Lea any raw fish. Whatever. She would have liked it.
I am also finding out that my daughter loves nothing more than to hate on video game time. (This thought will be continued in the upcoming blog post: Lea vs. the PS3)
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