A “GrowBox“—the bottom half provides water in a reservoir, which is wicked up by the soil. You only have to water about once a week! Clockwise from upper left: tomato, cucumber, kale, zucchini, rosemary, parsley. The consistent watering helps, as does the included organic fertilizer. The burlap-looking thing keeps weeds down, reduces moisture loss from the soil, and apparently provides some nutrients as well, though we’re a little skeptical on that part. Let’s see what we’ve got in August!
You’re the size of a small watermelon now. Where did the time go? It feels like we were just finding out about you, or moving, or painting your room, or assembling your crib, buying your mattress, picking out your diapers, installing your car seat. Get this: pretty soon I’ll be addressing these to you by your name instead of the generic “baby”. You used to be the size of a grain of basmati rice and now you’re huge!
I played some music for you last night (we make sure to play songs with bass in them so you can hear them through your swimming pool in mom), and you were movin’ and groovin’ pretty well. I hope you get your mom’s coordination and proprioception.
Anyway, you could safely be born any time now, and I’ve been trying to explain to you that you are the one who triggers labor. If it is getting too cramped in there, you get to decide to come on out and see us.
Robinson and Harris posit that greater financial and educational resources allow some parents to embed
their children in neighborhoods and social settings in which they meet many college-educated adults
with interesting careers. Upper-middle-class kids aren’t just told a good education will help them
succeed in life. They are surrounded by family and friends who work as doctors, lawyers, and engineers
and who reminisce about their college years around the dinner table.
As part of his research, Robinson conducted informal focus groups with his undergraduate statistics
students at the University of Texas, asking them about how their parents contributed to their
achievements. He found that most had few or no memories of their parents pushing or prodding them
or getting involved at school in formal ways. Instead, students described mothers and fathers
who set high expectations and then stepped back.
Now, Toy Story 2, as he returned, had to be delivered in
nine months. So it was already a tight schedule for all
they were. So he came back. He watched Toy Story 1 before
he came in to work from this trip to Europe, came in to
watch the reels. He walked in and said, “You’re right.
We’ve got a major problem.”
So basically, we took the A team - we put them on the
project. We went down to Disney and said, “The film isn’t
good enough. We have to throw it away and start all over
again.” And the answer was, “Well, actually, it’s better
than you think. We think it is good enough, but more
importantly, it’s too late. You literally do not have the
time between now and then to deliver it to redo this
film.” So we said, “It’s not good enough, and we know we
don’t have enough time, but we’re going to do it anyway.”
So we came back. John told the story crew to take a good
rest over the holidays and come back on January 2nd. We
were reboarding the movie. So we then started - we now had
eight months left.
We then started this incredibly intense effort to get this
movie out. It was boarded quickly. It was pitched to the
company. It was an electrifying pitch. We had a lot of
overachieving people working for overachieving managers to
get the movie out - worked brutal hours with this. When I
say “brutal”, we had a number of people that were injured
with RSI. One of them permanently left the field.
We had, actually, a married couple that worked there - and
this was in June, so it’s summer. And the father was
supposed to drop the baby off at daycare, but forgot -
don’t know why. But he came and left the baby in the car
and came into work. And given, you know, as the heat was
rising, the mother asked about - and they realized - they
rushed out, and the baby was unconscious.
The right thing was done, they put ice water on the baby;
and the baby ended up being fine in the end. But it was
one of those traumatic things like “why did this happen?”
Are we working too hard? So when I say it’s “intense,” I
mean it really was intense.
So, I come back to the first question. Which is more
important? What’s the central problem? Finding good
ideas or finding good people? And the answer is very
clear: the idea [with Toy Story 2] was the same. If you have a good idea and you give it to mediocre group, they’ll screw it up. If you give a mediocre idea to a good group, they’ll fix it, or they’ll throw it away and come up with something
Because initially, the films they put together - they’re
mess! It’s like everything else in life. The first time
you do it, it’s a mess. And sometimes it’s labeled, “well,
the first time it’s a failure,” but it’s not even the
right word to use, right? It’s just like you get the
first one out, you’ll learn from it. The only failure is, if you don’t learn from it - if you don’t progress.
What a great birthday. I got to sleep in for real and then as if still in a dream, I opened my eyes to a perfect, sunny day. Not too hot or cold, and beautiful. Mykala and I had a spectacular brunch at Woodbury Café; she gave me a card that made me tear up as I read it. Then we went home and sat outside on our patio and actually caught the first sun rays of the year. We’re a little pink right now.
Mykala went to work, I went to workout, and then I went over to my parents and talked to Katy on the phone. I’m most excited about the gifts that were there for baby (I asked for ‘nothing’ for my birthday) — but for baby, a CD that makes me nostalgic (Stardreamer by Priscilla Herman). AAAND, a mattress. A very nice mattress. I went on a great walk with my parents, and we talked the evening away. Watched the sun set on their front porch. 10:15pm, I came home to Mykala and we got her some food. Poor Mykala had been teaching in 80°+ for the entire night. Those are no conditions for a pregnant lady!
Now, we get to enjoy a few late night shows before bedtime. What a perfect birthday. I want for nothing.
I can’t believe how much I’ve changed since I started writing this site. When I began jotting down my thoughts in 1999, I hadn’t been to high school, undergrad, or dental school. I didn’t have student loan debt. No car. No home. No bills. I paid no insurance. No paycheck. My biggest concerns were how fast the summer seemed to pass by and how much homework I found myself working on the other part of the year. My writing showed few reflections on what drove me to try so hard in school, or where I wanted to go in life. And anyway, the style of writing online at the time was simply to recount what you’d done that day, a literal journal of events, and I always talk about trying that again here but never quite seem to gather the courage to simply go back to that: “Here’s what happened today.” I always seem to be pursuing giant revelations, trite truisms articulated thoughtfully, advice to myself, or all three in an exhausting, overwrought, unholy blend. No matter how many times I edit those hackneyed paragraphs, it gets published as tangled prose, heavy writing. Let’s try the old way this week, ok?
Today, I realized I only work as a dentist 3.5 days a week (I have an interesting schedule, and I hadn’t really thought about the average that much), and at this point in my career, trying to pay back dental school loans and save for the future, it is probably better to try to find another full day of work. It is not available at my current employer, so I’ll have to find a third location to work at to round out my weeks. That does not excite me. Yet, I love doing dentistry because it combines repetition and variety, suiting my perfectionism. If I were busy doing procedures each day (a full schedule in my chair), our financial constraints would be eased, but I do not have a full schedule many days. In dentistry, you get paid for what you do, which you can think about in two ways: (1) uh oh, if I don’t work, I make $0. I get no true time off, just parts of the year where I choose to make no money. (2) I don’t have to put up with any pointless meetings or work crap at all! When I’m working, I’m earning, and when I’m not, I’m done.
At two years out, I am still building relationships with patients that will, I hope, result in my eventually being a busy dentist. It is tougher in the Twin Cities to stay busy, since you are always competing with the office down the road. I try not to think about that and simply focus my energy on being genuine and caring. Caring is easy for me, but regarding “genuine”: sometimes I think I’m trying to be someone else… more charismatic than I naturally am, like the successful owner dentists I observe. “Fake it ‘til you make it” is not the way to go for charisma. I try to have real conversations, but I am still practicing, and too often I find myself falling back to stock phrases that could be used in any conversation. Anyhow, so far I have gotten good feedback, so I must be doing something right, despite my constant self-critiquing. Oh, and I hope to be able to place dental implants in 5-10 years; they’ve always fascinated me; I pore over the technology and the surgical technique constantly, and I want to be able to offer them.
This week, our baby is the size of a pineapple. Mykala is sleeping fairly well, and we took a wonderful walk in the perfect spring weather this afternoon. There are paths in three directions from our house, which is great. Here at this new house, I don’t love the longer drives I make to work, but I relish the frog songs at night, and the true peace and quiet when the neighborhood kids and dogs have gone to bed. Baby’s mattress arrived recently, one we shopped for to make sure it was free of the mindlessly-regulated fire retardants which are not good for anyone, adult and baby alike. My parents got most of it for us as a shower gift, and that is such a huge help. We’ve both excited and scared for baby time, all simultaneously. We’re going to be spending a lot of time quelling feelings of doubt (or, well, maybe that will just be me) about each decision we make as parents. It’ll be a lot of going on instinct and trying to practice good sleep hygiene. Most things worth doing incorporate going on instinct and good sleep hygiene, though (and there I go, trying to be profound).
Today is my 29th birthday. About 6 months ago, I thought it was going to be my thirtieth, but Mykala corrected me. 29 is easier than 30, because the psychology is totally different… I still have the first number in front of my age that I had when I couldn’t drink, when I was in college, when some of the carefree times existed.
Here I go back into big ideas, but I can’t resist: I think I want to write about individual days because it slows down this time that is flying by. I want to grab each day, wring it out, savoring every bit.
Mykala and I recently learned to play gin rummy, a lovely card game for two. My grandpa gave us his patio table, and we took a table cloth and Mykala’s new radio (a beautiful Tivoli Model One) out on the patio to eat dinner and play cards. I live a blessed life, don’t I?
On Saturday, we leave for a short Memorial Day Weekend roadtrip to Chicago. We’ll listen to This American Life and a book called “How Children Succeed” as we drive, and we’ll play gin rummy on the hotel beds in the evenings. I think I picked a good time to resume these daily notes.
Hidden Valley Lane is a great name for a street. Just saying it aloud makes me think the way it rolls off the tongue is rivaled only by the bucolic imagery it evokes. It’s the name of the street on which my family (you know, your dad, grandparents, and auntie Katy) lived for a few years in the late 1980s. In the backyard grew a raspberry patch and on the hot days late in the summer when it was time to pick, my mom gave us little margarine containers to carry the berries. They had little blue “Bylery’s” on the side of them, and the bushes in their raised beds were taller than me.
You’ve never had a raspberry, baby, but you’ll find that the warmer they are the better, and the ones thirty seconds from the plant are even better than the ones from the store. So I had some spectacular raspberries this evening and whenever I eat them, I always remember picking them on Hidden Valley Lane. You’ll have memories like that, too. Keep on growing, you are kicking your mom right now.
Yesterday, we realized that we have a little over 80 days until we meet you, yet there was no crib in your room. So, we drove on I-494 opposite rush-hour traffic to Ikea, where we picked up a lovely crib for you. I hope you find it meets your standards; it was selected with an eye first towards safety and then esthetics. Did you know there are about a million rules for cribs? Slat spacing, mattress thickness, weight support, wood finish (this crib has none, quite safe!), firmness, hardware, age limits, height guidelines, what can be tied, what must be left out. All to keep you safe. Not that your crib is unsightly, (far from it, in fact I think the charm of its simple lines make it timeless) but I suspect you’ll agree your sleep safety during your formative years is more important than having faddish espresso-colored wood supporting your mattress while you dream. And we simply aren’t sleigh-crib style parents.
The furniture and home goods store Ikea will probably still be around when you read this, but if it isn’t you should know that everything from there requires assembly. So, today we sat on the floor of your room for about an hour and put your crib together. We could’ve done it faster, but when the furniture you are assembling will support your baby each night, you take the time to read the directions more than once. You were there too, but you won’t remember—you were probably dozing in mom, rocked to sleep by her as she read the instructions to me. The sight of the tiny slats and raised bed was one of those “holy cow, I’m grown up” moments that you’ll find yourself running into during your twenties.
Soon, we’ll fill the empty crib with a safe mattress and before we know it, you’ll be sleeping there. Your mom says she hopes you have many nights of good sleep in this crib and have lots of exciting dreams about all the new things you will be learning. As for me, well, I want to be the best dad for you, and I don’t yet know what that takes, but I’ll do my absolute best. I sense my life will never be the same. I’m excited! And scared.