My Experiences as a Father...
April 5 to May 4, 2003 (48th month) |
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Saturday, May 3, 2003
- Maeve's 4th Birthday Party
Today was Maeve's 4th birthday party. Julia Allen thought the
pool cover was a trampoline, and got wet pants and shoes. She got
out without any other difficulties.
The pinata that we forgot to break last year was tough. All of
the parents were working on it. We didn't even bother with a blindfold,
and it still took a lot of whacking.
Friday, May 2, 2003
Jill asked Maeve where she got a piece of paper. Maeve said it belonged
to Satan a long time ago. Jill asked who Satan was, and Maeve pointed
to one of our Uncle Sam lanterns. Jill said that was Uncle Sam, and
Maeve said his middle name is Satan. Jill asked who he was and Maeve
said, "He just sits around and runs our country." Jill asked where
Maeve learned that word. She said, "That's a kindergarten word.
You learn all about that in kindergarten." Of course Maeve is not
in kindergarten.
Tuesday, April 29, 2003
Jill told Maeve to get ready to pray for dinner. Maeve said they
couldn't pray until I got home from work. Jill suggested they pray
then, and again once I got home. Maeve said that God said you could
only pray once a day in Rhode Island. When Jill asked for more information,
Maeve said God's friends told him that before God made the world.
Thursday, April 24, 2003
Maeve spent the afternoon with me as part of "Bring Our Children To
Work" day. I had a meeting, so we talked about how to behave in a
meeting and what to do. Maeve brought a notepad and lots of pens.
Beth tried to draw pictures on Maeve's notepad, but Maeve crossed everything
off. By the end of the meeting, she would almost follow Beth's pen,
crossing things off almost as fast as Beth could write them.
I got Maeve her own nameplate for the empty cube next to me. We set her up with her own workbooks and crayons in her own cube.
Maeve still didn't like guys. She wouldn't even look at Badal,
even when he offered her a bubble pen, and blew bubbles around her.
John offered her his job, but she didn't acknowledge. Later he told
her to get back to work, and also thanked her for decorating his cube.
She still didn't acknowledge him.
Wednesday, April 23, 2003
I went to Chuck E Cheese with Maeve and her preschool today.
While everyone was waiting on the rug, everyone was telling me how they
spelled their name. I asked Maeve how she spelled her name.
She said, "A M O P". I called her Amop for the rest of the morning.
The bus that was sent was a short bus, and not everyone fit on it.
Maeve and I took my car. Maeve had a great time running around, putting
her own tokens in the rides and games, and keeping track of her own tickets.
Saturday, April 19, 2003
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the neighborhood stray cat is visiting regularly. Jill is feeding
it regularly. Jeanne's idea is that it won't go to the bathroom in
our yard if it eats there, and it will keep away the birds. I'm not
convinced. It doesn't seem to have had any impact on the bird population
yet.
Wednesday, April 16, 2003
Jeanne asked me what Maeve wanted for her birthday. I said she
should talk to Jill, but I suggested a welding or motorcycle helmet, a
starter socket set, or an electrical wiring code handbook.
Friday, April 11, 2003
Maeve and Hilde like playing in the dirt with the garden shovels, and
in the garage with everything in Maeve's tote. Hilde always starts
with the welding beanie cap. She likes it when I put one on, too,
just to match her.
Saturday, April 5, 2003
Maeve said she wanted eggs for breakfast. I said I wasn't sure
I knew how to make eggs. Jill asked Maeve what would happen if she
would leave; what would we eat then? I said I can make bread and
popcorn. I said that Maeve knew how to use the toaster, so we could eat
toast, bread and popcorn. Jill said that I know very well how to
make eggs. The final list is: eggs, bread, toast and popcorn.
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