Peace Like A River


It was a wide river, mistakable for a lake or even an ocean unless you'd been wading and knew its current. Somehow I'd crossed it... Now I saw the stream regrouped below, flowing on through what might've been vineyards, pastures, orhards... It flowed between and alongside the rivers of people; from here it was no more than a silver wire winding toward the city. - Leif Enger, Peace Like A River

Tuesday, May 13, 2003

I came in early today, as some changes were being made to the Infranet database, so I had to stop it and bring it back up when the dba was done with his work. I got here about 5:50, and took advantage of the opportunity to treat myself to a MacDonald's breakfast. (Typing out that word made me think of seeing MacDonald's spelled out in Russian in Moscow. The letters were all Russian, but they translated exactly letter by letter to spell out MacDonalds)

I was poking around the Web yesterday, and saw some things on helping kids deal with adjusting to a new sibling. This is a slightly different situation in that Hanna is already a toddler, not a newborn, so comes in immediately as someone who can move around and get at his toys and whatnot. A couple things mentioned were to spend time just with him, one-on-one, maybe as much as 30 minutes a day. Rhonda does that mostly already, and I try to be alone with him when I'm home. Another thing said when the child is acting out, to say to them if you feel mad or wild, come give me a hug instead. So, we're going to try that with him. We did that a few times last night, when he started to get a little wild. And, he'd always come over and give us a hug. He never stopped himself from being wild and came to hug us on his own without any prompting, but it's only the first day. We'll stick with it and see if it has any impact. He did seem to settle down after doing that.

He is regressing a bit too. He's been spilling water on the floor if drinking from an open cup, and letting his milk dribble out of his mouth when drinking from his sippy cup. Those are things he did awhile ago, but had pretty much gotten past. On Sunday when I returned to the nursery to get him, they were having snack time and I got there just in time to see him dump his water on the table.

At night he's also been asking for me to rock him and sing Rock-a-bye-bye baby and Lullaby to him. He never really asked to be rocked and sang to before, so that is something new since Hanna arrived.

One of our neighbors came by last night, they have a 2-yr old girl, and a 1-yr old. They said their girl is a little aggressive to the boy sometimes too, and she is regressing somewhat. So, we're not the only ones on the block!

But, he isn't like that all the time. He's his happy self a lot of the time too. Lately when we've had happy joy joy time, he'll tell me "Daddy, go in the bathroom", and he'll point to the bathroom. I know what he wants, so I go in, and pretend to be busy. He wants me to go in so he can turn on the reading light when I'm "not looking". He thinks that is great fun. Sometimes he'll call me back, or I'll just go in when I hear the light click, and he's standing there with this big grin on his face, and I'll say "hey, you turned on the light!" and he'll just laugh and laugh.

Gave the kids a bath last night. Goodness, Hanna is quickly becoming a little fish. Now she just splashes and plays, even puts her face in the water. She likes to stand up and stomp her feet in the water. Hard to believe just a couple weeks ago she'd scream bloody murder when put in the tub. She doesn't even want to get out now.

And the Wild again. Ugh. Two games in a row now at home, and they haven't scored a goal. They have just not played well at home throughout these entire playoffs. It doesn't look good.

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