date: Wed 03 Jun 2026 10:13:27 PM PDT
subj: lately whats been going on
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Lately I've been dang tired for sure. I've been a bit occupied
with computing stuff, working on a few ideas I had for awhile
for my gopher and I'm happy to have worked them out and
implemented them. All things in that realm are a bit slow to get
done, most energy is devoted to babes, and what little energy I
have left at the end of the day leaks out like a dripping
faucet. 

Our son is totally walking around. He is getting fast and his
balance is improving daily. He is pretty impressive and for the
most part he is happy about his walking. Tonight he was even
walking with his arms raised up over his head. 

He has a box from costco, he flipped it over, and since the
weekend he has been trying to climb on it. Well tonight he did
and sat on it. My wife and I were watching him as he was
climbing on to it. I said to my wife "remember that couple with
the kids we saw in the airport?" "who?" my wife asks. I say "The
couple with the kids in the wagon, and the boy standing up in
the wagon and when the parents were talking to us, he just fell
out and landed on his head." "Oh yeah" she says, "When I saw him
fall I felt so bad for him." I say "Remember how they acted and
told us, 'He's fine', as if nothing had happened." "Yeah." she
says. Just then our son falls off the box and hits his head on
the corner of the door frame. My wife gasps! Picks him up as he
starts crying. I say "He'll be fine." Thinking how one of the
two boys just fell out of that wagon at the airport security
check and the parents reacted like it was a bag that fell out of
the wagon. The little boy didn't even cry. My wife holding our
son is terrified as she inspects him for damage. She sees
something on the back of his head, ask "What is that?" I'm
unable to get the words out. .. thinking 'is it a some sort of
parasite leach stuck to his head?! Its got to be a bump or mark
from the fall he just took.' my lethargy is getting to my
patients ..  As I move closer to inspect him, he sees me cries
directly at me, and holds up his arms, wanting me to pick him
up. I pick him up, hold him close, put my hand on the back of
his head and snuggle him, as I tell him you're going to be OK.
About thirty seconds later he is OK, wants back down, and walks
over to the box he just feel off of and makes a half attempt to
get back on it. I say to my wife, "One day we are going to find
them standing on top of the counter." She says out loud "Their
going to kill me. I worry about them so much. I'm not going to
survive. They are going to kill me." expressing how scary it is.
It is dang scary for her. They are her in a way, part of her,
they came from her.  And since they were known about she was
concerned for them as she carried them inside her, doing
everything in her power and mind to protect them (a story for
another day). The good news is he really is fine. I'm sure the
mother of that little boy in the airport also once believed her
babies were super frageelay. "Oh it happens all the time," the
woman said, as her and her family left the security area.  


Our daughter is a little scared right now, kinda how our son was
just before he started walking. He spent two weeks not really
even wanting to stand up, then he just decided he was going to
walk. It was like that moment he was done worrying about falling
down and right then started walking, and he did. So our little
girl seems like that is where she might be. Its difficult to
say. Although today she has been standing a lot more compared
with the last week.

She is working on something else though, she is trying to mimic
what we say, and identify things with words. A couple nights ago
mom and daughter were playing with a small stuffed astronaut.
Mom would say ass troo naut, ass trooo naut, astronaut, and our
little girl would say aatronau. Mom and I ..  We looked at each
other and couldn't believe it. So again mom would say astronaut,
and sure enough our little girl was trying to repeat it. This
morning when I came in to say good morning, and picked her up
she said aatronau. I smiled and repeated it to her. She had a
delighted expression on her face. What a cutie.  

Babes are going off bottles. They've had their first dentist
appointment and that helped scare the hell out of us. They
showed us all the effects of sugar drinks, and milk is one of
those drinks. The terrible pictures of little children's teeth
decaying. Looks very painful, and so no bottles of milk before
going to bed anymore. Its doc brown straw cups with water. They
get a sippy cup with milk close to bed time, but after that its
brush teeth.

At the dentist office, brushing teeth was a breeze. I sat in a
chair facing the dentist close enough so our knees were
touching. Then I laid my child down on a pillow in his lap. He
gently opened the child's mouth, looked inside, even used a
small mirror, then brushed their teeth. It was like my children
were under some sort of spell for a moment. The night before
 our children were acting like we were inflicting great pain
upon them. Mom and I even argued about going to the dentist, and
what could they possibly have to do with our child's teeth. In
my mind they were going to be strapped into a dentist chair have
the giant light pulled down, and go through a full on
traumatizing alien abduction type examination of the mouth. To
my surprise it was like magic spells cast upon my child. I think
our kids were so shocked by the new person, and the situation
they didn't have time to cry out or complain.  

Brush teeth is not a fun thing for parents. With a half pea size
amount of child toothpaste that smells like strawberry to me,
upon putting the brush in their mouth, they think its some sort
of treat they are being fed. Having to hold their hands down,
use the crook of my elbow to hold their head in place, then
attempt to brush their teeth as they bite down on the
toothbrush. Eventually ..  in about 15 seconds they get really
upset, try to get their arms free, while trying to sit up, which
causes me to apply more force to hold them in place, which
causes even more wiggling and resistance. Once the aaaaahhhh!
starts, then brushing teeth gets pretty easy for a moment. But
our babes are persistent little wigglers, so cry out louder, and
become wigglier, doing their best to show how much terribleness
I'm inflicting upon them. We get it done, and allow them to do
their own brushing. Tonight by boy wanted none of it, and showed
me by wanted to grab the toothbrush, so he could throw it down.
I offered it to him a few times and each time he throw it onto
the flow. The last couple nights he was happy to try brushing
himself, but I really murfed him tonging. 


Mom and I have been doing pretty good. Although I'm more tired,
she has more energy due to riding her bike, and she is less
stressed out. So its a good thing for her to help regulate
those hormones with some exercise. I'm happy to see her getting
some exercise, she is so young and beautiful.