So today was another treat. Lolo did not want to go to sleep. She insisted that I leave the light on and the door open when I put her to bed. After about 15 minutes she started calling for mommy. The wife handed me Atticus and went into Lolo's bedroom. She emerged after about 15 minutes with Lolo crying and said "I guess she is just going to have to cry it out.
So we listened to Lolo cry.
And cry.
And scream.
For about 20 minutes.
The wife finally went back into Lolo's bedroom and the little monster soon was fast asleep.
What would life be without challenges.
Thank Mars that Adrienne is laid back. She can be put down and she will be just as happy like I am when I get a little action. Well, maybe not that happy. But she is content to sit and look around. She is able to put herself to sleep. She sucks her thumb and doesn't require constant rocking and holding to go to sleep.
Atticus on the other hand is just the opposite. He doesn't want to be put down. He can't go to sleep without twenty or so minutes of rocking and swaying. He gets pissed off if he is held in the same position for more than two minutes and definitely don't try to sit down with him if you aren't going to sit in a rocker.
How can these two be spawned from the same parents? I am beginning to think that the IVF clinic mixed my sperm up with that of a serial killers.
9/19/2006
A Day in the Life
[Whine Mode On]
My day yesterday:
6:01- get whining daughter out of bed and fetch juice. Change daughter's soaked pull-up. Wonder why daughter was previously using potty but now would rather mess in her pants.
6:15- take shower and shave.
6:45- change female twin diaper.
6:50- prepare breakfast for 2.5 year old and watch as most of the breakfast is deposited on the floor and cocktail table.
7:00- drive to work.
7:30 to 5:00- work (vacation).
5:30- arrive home to embattled wife and attempt to dress 2.5 year old who doesn'’t want to put on swim suit.
5:45- take 2.5 year old to pool for swim lessons. Try not to notice young extremely attractive swim teacher in bathing suit.
5:50 to 6:24- make business calls.
6:30- try to convince 2.5 year old that it is time to leave.
6:45- arrive at grocery store to buy baby formula. 2.5 year old screams at top of her lungs in store because father will not buy her a light bulb. Strangers question why a 2.5 year old would want a lightbulb. Father wonders the same.
7:00- arrive home to wife attempting to get twins to sleep simultaneously.
7:15 attempt to give 2.5 year old bath while wife struggles with flailing twin.
7:25- attempt to blow dry hair of wiggling, screaming and crying 2.5 year old who is still pissed off that daddy didn't buy her a light bulb at the grocery store.
7:45- get pajamas on crying 2.5 year old screaming for mommy.
7:50- read book to somewhat subdued 2.5 year old as she puts her hands down her pants and then sniffs fingers.
8:00- put 2.5 year old in bed.
8:02- get 2.5 year old juice- the kind in the little green box because no other juice will satisfy 2.5 year old.
8:04- switch places with wife. Hold kicking male twin while wife lays on floor next to 2.5 year old in order to get her to sleep.
8:30- male twin still awake so feed male twin.
9:00- holding male twin over shoulder (the only position in which infant does not constantly wiggle) feel puke run down back and drip on floor.
9:30- continue to sway while holding male twin praying to someone that he will go to sleep.
9:50- male twin is asleep in arms. Attempt to put into crib.
9:51- male twin wakes up making gurgling noises. Pick up twin and continue to sway attempting to put him to sleep.
10:15- male twin is asleep. Attempt to put in crib.
10:16- male twin wakes up again. Pick up male twin and sway.
10:30- male twin is asleep. Attempt to put in crib. Attempt successful.
10:31- clean dried pre-digested baby formula off back and floor
10:35- heat meal in microwave
10:38- eat food
11:00- go to sleep on sofa since wife and female twin occupy queen bed previously slept in by father and mother
[Whine Mode Off]
9/13/2006
Newsflash - Wife reports that son has discovered penis
Last week the family went on "vacation" to our condo at the beach (the one that is a money vacuum) and much work was had by all adults present. I had just gotten back from Honduras and got to "relax" with the twins and Lolo for an entire week.During last week both of the twins started laughing. It is not a forceful laugh buy very soft and kind of understated but nonetheless a laugh. Another milestone.
Lolo spent the entire week in the pool except of course for when this picure was made. She is just too damn prissy to hang out on the beach for an extended period of time. Sure she got her ya-yas chasing seagulls that she could not catch (thank Zeus running makes her tired) and letting me bury her up to her neck in the sand. But the fun was always punctuated by a request to go to the pool. At first the waves excited her too but the fun of that wore off after the second day and she didn't' want anything to do with the salt water. So the day would always end with the wife tending to pooping, puking and crying twins and me standing in freezing hyperclorinated water catching a 2.5 year old throwing herself into the pool repeatedly for two hours at a time.
Nevertheless, I really enjoyed it and didn't want to come home.
The wife informed me yesterday the Atticus has found his penis. He is way ahead of me. I'm still looking for mine.
9/10/2006
Nancy Muniz
In Memory of Nancy Muniz
Age 45 on 9-11-01
Mother
Dedicated to her son
Well-liked friend to many
Hard-working
Human
Non-extremist religious views
A life that goes a long way in offsetting the cruelty of the rest of the world
If there is a glorious afterlife...
If there is a supreme being...
May you realize the ultimate kindness.
9/05/2006
9/04/2006
Sometimes You Don't Realize How Good You Have It
After spending one challenging week in Honduras and back and now am on "vacation" at the beach with super wife and three little bundles of joy.
We experienced a typical 2 year old meltdown today when I wouldn't let Lolo take all the yogurt she can hold to the beach with her. I am just lucky that she actually wanted to hold the yogurt in the container.
In our Honduras factory the employees are currently paid by cash. Frequently we have over $100,000 in Honduran currency in the facility on payday. People are killed for much, much less money in that country. In fact in one of the neighboring factories had their entire payroll stolen at gunpoint about a year ago. Despite the fact that we have the money delivered by armored car it is still very unsafe to have that amount of cash in the building.
I value the lives of my administrative employees in Honduras so we petitioned a bank to put a teller machine inside the industrial park very close to our building and we are planning on paying using a debit card instead of cash.
The employees revolted upon hearing that we were planning on paying via debit card. They were so upset that they initiated a work stoppage the entire day last Wednesday. After explaining to everyone why the decision was made to pay via debit card and how it would not be an inconvenince to them and most importantly of all that it very well could save the lives of some of our adminstrative staff, most employees still wanted to be paid in cash. It is very frustrating trying to implement change. It seems that no matter where I interact with people in the world, change is very difficult.
Since this happened in Honduras we were able to solve the issue very quickly. We rounded up the ten ringleaders who incited the work stoppage and promptly fired them. This is an entirely just way to handle this problem because we have the legal right to fire employees who willfully stop work without our permission with the intent of disrupting our production.
This might seem harsh to some but one needs to stop and consider that our employees work in some of the highest paying jobs in the Honduras manufacturing industry and have some of the best benefits. The unemployment rate is about 30% in Honduras so most people feel very fortunate when they have a job. It just goes to prove that the union mentality is everywhere despite socioeconomic status and education level.
I need a beer.
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