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September 22, 2003

Why does she do this to me?

Let me set the mood for you...

It is night and it is dark. I am laying in bed with full knowledge that all is secure in my world. Noah is in bed and asleep. The gate is up across the stairs so that if Noah gets up and wanders around, he won't fall down the stairs and hurt himself.

I am the king of my castle and my castle is impervious.

I reach over and turn off the light. Misty leans over close to me and says those words. The words that will drive me into action faster than just about anything else that she could say.

"Did you close the garage door?"

The inevitable thought process that goes through my mind is something like this:

Sure I did. I distinctly remember doing it when I came in.
Didn't I?
Yeah, I remember pushing the button.
I think.
Lets see, it was when I came in the house from the store. I pushed it.
Or was that yesterday.

Grrrrrr...

That phrase always puts enough doubt into my brain to make me get out of bed, scale the gate (I am not going to take it down), stumble down stairs, step on one of Noah's toys, swear, walk to door to the garage, turn on the light only to discover... the door is closed!

Of course it is... I am the king of my castle and my castle is impervious. And, of course, by the time I retrace my steps, my queen is asleep.


September 21, 2003

My Knees Hurt

Noah has been complaining about his knees hurting quite a bit recently. When it isn't his knees, it is his elbows. Or his feet. Misty and I figured that it is normal growing pains, but we were completely shocked today when we found out how much.

This morning, Noah found one of my tape measures down in the basement, so I figured that it would be a good time to see how tall he is. I got him to stand up against the wall, marked his place and measured. He is 39.5 inches tall! I did some research on it, and that puts him at the 100th percentile for height for a 3 year old. He doesn't turn 3 until November 7.

I don't know where he gets it. I am not that tall and both of my parents aren't tall. Misty's family is all on the short side of average. The only height that I know of is on my mother's side. Her brothers are all pretty tall... It must have skipped a generation.

I can only hope that when I have to look up to Noah to talk to him, that he still has to look up to me as his old man.

September 19, 2003

Brush your teeth!

First of all, I know it has been a while, but it has been a busy time. Work has been hectic and Misty and Noah take precedence over writing, so I have been slacking. That being said, on to the post.

I was traveling for business earlier this week. I was finishing up packing my things in the morning and, at the same time, rushing around getting Noah ready to go do daycare.

That particular morning, he was in one of his questioning moods. Everything I did or I asked him to do was followed by an ongoing litany of questions. It culminated in quite a long line of questioning regarding getting his teeth brushed. Here is the gist of the conversation.

"Noah, It is time to brush your teeth."
"Why?"
"Because you need to."
"Why?"
"So you can get your teeth clean."
"Why?"
"So your breath doesn't stink and your teeth won't fall out."
"Oh. OK."
"Put the toothpaste on your toothbrush"
"Why?"
"Because I said so... And don't eat the toothpaste."
"Why?"

So you get the picture. It kept going for a while, but I did get him started on brushing his teeth. I thought we were out of the woods, but then he decided to keep brushing his teeth. And keep brushing his teeth. So, we started another line of conversation.

"OK. Your teeth are clean. Its time to put up your toothbrush."
"I can't."
"Why?"
"Because I need to! Daddy... Brush your teeth!"

Hmm... reverse logic. He is getting to be too smart. If you can't beat them, join them. I brushed my teeth and then started to finish getting my things together for my trip. Noah was looking around in my bag and asked what I was doing and where I was going. I explained that I was going on a trip and that I would be back the next day. He got this look on his face, pointed at me and said, "Daddy! Remember to brush your teeth." I chuckled. Great advice.

He kept playing around my bag until I was done and then I took him to daycare. As I was leaving, he once again reminded me to brush my teeth.

Later on, when I was getting ready to brush my teeth, I opened my bag and found that he had put his toothbrush in with mine. I don't know if it was an attempt to get out of brushing his teeth or to make sure that I had brushed mine. Either way, he would have been happy... I remembered to brush my teeth.

September 10, 2003

I grew up a little

Two years ago tonight, I looked at the world in a slightly different light. I was a little more carefree and a little less worried about what the world was going to be like when Noah is my age. It was rare that the words "What next?" would come to my mind while I was watching the news.

Then came the next morning and things changed. I grew up and little and I started to worry.

I started worrying about what the world was going to be like when Noah grows up. I realized that Noah was going to grow up in a different world than I did. When I was younger, I can remember thinking about how the United States and the Soviet Union had thousands of nuclear weapons pointed at each other. The good part about this situation was that both parties in this equation didn't want to destroy the world.

In Noah's case, he will probably grow up hearing and thinking about a group of people that try to develop weapons of any type and use them against the United States. The bad part about this equation is that one party would gladly destroy the whole world to prove their point.

Noah is going to grow up happy and healthy, which is all I can ask for. I can protect him for so long, but at some point, I will have to let Noah go and face the world in whatever condition that it is in when he is ready.

And I worry about that, too.

"Time, as he grows old, teaches all things." - Aeschylus (525 BC - 456 BC), Prometheus Bound

September 09, 2003

Somebody Scared Me

Somebody scared me.

This is Noah's latest catch phrase. When he gets up at night, and comes into our room, his excuse is that somebody scared him.

Last night, though, he proceeded to scare Misty out of her skin.

Misty had put Noah to bed and was checking her email. She had been up there for a around an hour or so when she decided to come downstairs. The lights were off and, when she stepped out of the computer room, she heard someone mumbling right outside the door. That startled her. In fact, it really freaked her out.

As she was putting Noah back to bed, he looked at her and said, "Somebody scared me..."

The feeling was mutual..