Not Ready to Face the World of Finance. Not Yet.

I've oft used the scene of Luke Skywalker facing Darth Vader in that crazy heavy-machinery room in Cloud City as a fine example of my attempts to stay afloat financially.

Well, Sharon & I are just toying around with the idea of her staying home and us making a go of it for the next 13 months until Rose is old enough to go to Lucy's school. Only catch is, Lucy would still be going there, so it's essentially the worst of two worlds. The expense of child care without the second income. It was almost seeming like we were coming out ahead for a month and a half, till I went in to do Quicken last night. In Sharon's current maternity leave, we've been writing those Capital One checks to replace her missing income. I forgot to do it for her normal pay period this last Friday and, WHAM! The world of finance was very unforgiving. Thank God our credit union is set up to take money out of savings in the event of an overdraft; because it did this time. Like Bullet the Blue Sky, it peeled out them hundred dollar increments: $100...$200...$300. Savings now depleted down to $91, I desperately deposited the safety net (which, of course, goes right onto the credit card).

Yeah, and we think we're going to somehow find a way to trim Sharon's entire net income (minus daycare cost) out of our budget for a whole year.

And maybe monkeys will fly out of my butt.

So, after that humbling, humiliating, scarring experience (I always come out of checkbook balancing almost like I would imagine stumbling out of a room where I had just been sexually molested), I proceeded to act out the entire Cloud City battle scene, from the first piece of random computer console smacking into my shoulder, to the last weary attempt at deflecting the onslaught, and onto the window exploding open. The amazing spectacle was capped by me hanging onto the leg of Rose's swing by one hand and flailing my legs about and eventually being "sucked out" onto the ledge. At that point, the metaphor really loses its applicability; but for artistic sake, I played the scene out to its conclusion, asking Sharon to ask me to "join" her, so I could scrunch my face up melodramatically and scream "Never!!!!!'

Lucy was having some trouble figuring out exactly what was going on, but she's been around long enough to not be too freaked out by displays such as this.

Thank God It's 50 Degrees

Went for a rain today, in relatively balmy, drizzly weather, with the intent of looping around the superdeveloped Centennial Lake Park. Hardly a jaunt through the woods, but if my run is to be sub three miles, and my home base is work, I don't have too many options for trails and/or nature during my noontime excursions.

The "lake" itself is a man made, shallow (believe me, I have firsthand experience) body of water surrounded by condos & high-end strip mall stores & eateries, as well as recreational vendors who, during warmer months, sell tickets for mini-golf & paddleboat rides. Think a mini Coney Island devoid of culture. But, again, route beggars can't be choosers.

Around this "lake," also, are a series of perpendicular trails; some paved, some crushed stone, some wooden boardwalk. Between the various steps that lead from one level to another and little decks and other protusions into the water, the whole thing becomes a bit complicated. Well, anyway, I've tried my best in recent years to abide by a "go softly on my knees" running policy, which will have me favoring asphalt over concrete, and unimproved trail (e.g. woodchips, dirt, crushed stone, etc.) over asphalt, whenever possible. Indeed, I've been known to make long detours in order to avoid unfavorable surfaces. So, in this ever-changing caucaphony or intersecting, diverging, and concurrent pathways, I found myself zigging, zagging, and switching an almost dizzying amount as I flew along.

Coming around one bend, having been limited to a wooden boardwalk for a stretch, I saw a lovely leaf-covered path suddenly swinging right alongside my trail, only about three feet below. With anticipation of a cushiony, leafy reception, my next stride took me gracefully over the edge of my path downward to the leafy path which turned out to not be the leafy path at all but the lake.

Lucky for me, I had forgotten my running socks for the day (giving you another piece of evidence as to what kind of day it has been here), so I did not have to contend with nasty, uncomfortable socks as part of my entire drenched get-up on the way. I was also glad I did not encounter another mentally disabled mobility bus on the way back, like the one that pulled to the side of the road and opened its doors for me the last time I was out running, wet & dedraggled, over a rainy lunch hour.

Anway: the water was not too cold, not too many people were watching, and I was at least not dripping a whole lot by the time I got back to work. After my initial indignation, which lasted about ten seconds, it definitely seemed funnier to me by the moment.

Thanksgiving Gift to Self

Having suffered with a substandard Graco jogging stroller over the past three and a half years that ultimately ground my running hobby into the near nothingness, I finally went for it and indulged. Via the beauty of online shopping, I was able to find this beauty for one hundred dollars less than I've seen it anywhere else, with free shipping (and no tax, of course). It felt like even more of a steal when I noticed the company raised the price by sixty bucks the day after I bought it.

The stroller is made by BabyJogger, which is one of the premier names in the jogging stroller business, along with B.O.B and Chariot (all sold at REI). They are intended for "avid runners," so I'm excited about the thing being built to last, as well as its ability to tackle some very light trail duty. Using this vehicle will be an almost absolute necessity, if I plan to train this spring for PMix's & my run across Massachusetts.

Hmm...I was just going to leave it at that. Perhaps it's wisdom that comes with age, but I feel the need to mention that Mix has not yet agreed to do the run. My idea of humour; to put him on the spot. But knowing my good friend, such an act may well have pushed him off the fence and into the yard of refusal, and I certainly don't want it to "go down that way." If he did decide that his heart burned with fire and he'd like to get out there and live an adventure, rather than just reading about them all the time, however; the stroller would come in mighty handy for my training.

In any event, I'm extremely excited to get my girls in this thing, though it's painful to wait through this beautiful 50 degree weather till Rose reaches the 6-week age minimum (after which time it will undoubtedly be too cold and I'll be resigned to waiting till spring).

Hope everyone else's Thanksgiving was as filled with blessings as my own. Toodle loo.

The End of an Era

* sigh *

And just like that, my two week paternity leave is over. Here I am, back forging helms and pulling Uruks out of the mud in the bowels of Barad-dur.

I can't say it was exactly as I imagined my time off, as I spent a good portion of last week "running interference" as a result of Lucy being home with the chicken pox. Nevertheless, what I have said before (and will undoubtedly say again) rings as true as ever: that could get to be a lifestyle. Not going to work. Holy crap. The dream of everyman, right? To spend my days and nights as I please.

But, alas, we had a "farewell to family togetherness" dine-out last night. I toasted to Rose. Sharon toasted to "big sisters," and Lucy (in an amazing exact repeat of her toast of a year ago), toasted "to London," with a followup toast "to monkeys."

Neither "When in Rome..." Nor "If You Can't Beat 'Em...", But in a Similar Vein

So I'm talking about a househusband who's cooped up at home because of a week-old child and another with The Pox. He just has to, you know, get out of the house, he's been looking after, you know, the kids from day to day, he's been washing the dishes, screwing around and watching Sesame Street and he's going CRAZY!

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So unable to escape these walls for the past few days, I've really been hankering for a meal away from home. However, due to The Pox: no go.

So, in an act of ingenuity, desperation, or pure lunacy, I specifically set about to recreate a meal this evening from Rix. Gaze, if you will, upon the bounty on my table that includes a Cheese and Salsa Burger (partially eaten), Steak Fries, and a Summit India Pale Ale. Gone already is my Feta Cheese and Onion Salad with Mixed Spinach Greens (really, I had one, I swear!). And, lest you think that my current state has got me "pulling a Michael Jackson" over here, that's not my sippy cup.

So...bottoms up from northwest Minneapolis, and hope to talk to you again someday when I can Step Out beyond only in my dreams.

Lucy & Rose Compare/Contrast!

God Didn't Think We Had Enough Going On Here...

Lucy came down with the chicken pox over the weekend. Good God, but between diaper changes, other newborn-oriented interruptions and "Daddy, the bumps are stinging!"...well, let me simply say that a particular, oft-mentioned phrase at daybreak was never quite so apros-pos:

Yes.

Sisterly Love

I like how I phrased this in a communiqué to my theatre group: We need to temper Lucy's enthusiasm for caring for her little sister with concern for Rose's personal safety.

It is a juggling act, to be sure; with the assorted pins of temperment, need, and expediency all in the air at the same time. And while a strong wind of fatigue is blowing these first few days.

But moments like below are, as they say, "...all good."

Welcome to the World, Rose Alice Hylton!

Well...thanks to all the well-wishing in my previous post. As most of you know, things progressed unexpectedly fast Wednesday night after I got home. Sharon's mom came to get Lucy at around 7:30, Sharon was in active labor by 9:30 or so, out of her mind for a few hours, and then Little Chicky was delivered at 1:41 a.m.

Though very, very difficult & demanding during, it was Sharon's "dream birth." Unmedicated, uninvasive, and at the hospital for only the last 40 minutes of it (cutting it a bit short, to be sure). It was an amazing, intimate time for the two of us as a couple; and the time after the birth, with Sharon alert & ecstatic, was too amazing to put into words.

Rose is beautiful and of strong limb. She has a very pink little body and spiky brown hair. There are untold pictures from the delivery that are filled nudity & gore, & probably not quite ready for prime time. This one, of a tender moment between mama & daughter the morning after, I can share:

OK...Here We Go..

As it turns out, actual contractions did start last night and have continued through today. Very early labor here, and not painful (yet). I actually was in at work today, but am probably done there for awhile. We expect things to start progressing at some point tonight (but, of course, who really knows?).

Anyway, I will be an internaut with my tether cut over the next couple days, so do not expect a report until "it" has occurred. Stay tuned.

Raaaaaar!

One very nice thing about "events" not being set in motion yesterday was that we got to take Lucy out for her very first trick-or-treating experience. Four houses. This year has been soooo amazing, watching the wide-eyed wonder and excitement with which my daughter experiences all the amazing spices life has to offer.

From checking up at the sky a few times with her to see if any witches were flying around to watching her run (out of pure excitement) along the sidewalk with a candy bag and tiger tail flying behind her to watching her very methodically remove, count, and place in a line thirteen pieces of candy (her haul for the evening) and pick one to eat that night; it was fun beyond description.