Thursday, October 7, 2010


At the ripe old age of 16 months 28 days, Virginia McKay, who loves to sit on the floor and read her books and never take any unecessary risks, has finally learned to walk.
She's been taking independent steps for a month now, but not standing or walking really. Tonight something clicked. Suddenly, she was pivoting, she was walking toward a destination, and she was pausing every three or four steps to clap and cheer for herself. At long last, she gets it. And she knows she gets it. And we're all pretty ecstatic. Friends were invited to come watch, grandparents were called, videos were shot (though they refuse to load so you can't watch them), plans were made for the children at story time to finally stop patting her on the head and treating her like an infant. Now I just have to hope she'll still have it figured out tomorrow morning.
Posted by Picasa

Friday, October 1, 2010

Ships Passing in the Night


I got up at 7:15.
Virginia got up at 7:30.
She ate breakfast and took a bath.
James got up at 9:30, at which point I jumped in the shower.
As soon as I finished, Virginia and I headed off to story time.
Immediately after story time, we went to the airport to pick up our friend Vaneesa, who came home to spend the day with us.
We got home at 11:40 five minutes after James left for campus.
We ate a quick lunch, I put Virginia down for a nap, then went to take our other friends Alex and Brian to the airport.
On the way home, I stopped at the library and picked up West Side Story, which Vaneesa and I have been trying to watch for months. Really, I wanted to take a nap, but who has time for that? Instead, we watched the movie and I prepared my lesson for work.
Virginia woke up at 2:15.
The movie ended at 4:00.
Virginia and I then went to pick up our CSA box while Vaneesa took a nap on the couch. Lucky.
Vaneesa's ride home arrived as we got home, at 4:35.
James called about 4:40 to say he was on the way home, I didn't get to the phone fast enough to answer and he didn't answer when I called back.
James arrived home at 4:55 and took Virginia outside to play with bubbles.
In the thirty seconds that we were both inside, we realized that dinner would have to be frozen pizza; I didn't have time to make anything else.
I threw the pizza in the oven, quickly changed my clothes, ate some leftovers, and left for work at 5:15.
I was in a meeting from 5:30-6:30, tutoring from 6:30-8:00 and a meeting again from 8:00-8:40.
James called as I was walking out of work to see when I'd be home. Since we hadn't talked all day, we chatted on the phone while I drove home.
I parked in the alley and he walked out as I walked in. He was off to play basketball.
I went to bed around 10:30. He got home sometime after 11:00.

It's a good thing not every day is like this, or we might have to pass each other messages through Virginia.