Time In A Water Bottle
2006-06-26,

An actual conversation overheard in the hall outside my office this morning:

Man: (filling his water bottle) Good morning, [woman].

Woman: (getting coffee) Good morning, [man].

M: How are you today, [woman]?

W: Fine, [man], and you?

M: I'm fine.

W: Oh, good.

M: (after a short pause) I can travel back in time.

W: Oh, can you do that?

(An uncomfortable silence, then [man] hurriedly walks away)

Needless to say, [man] is quite an interesting chap.

I've been having trouble getting the words out, lately - in case you hadn't noticed by my lack of entries recently. Not sure why. It's not like nothing's been going on. It took me a week just to finish my last entry (I backdated it), and I started this one before finishing that. Part of the problem is that I get behind on finishing one and I feel like I can't start another entry, even if I've got something to write about. I guess I'm terribly linear that way. The only reason this one is up and running is because I just had to get the above conversation snippet down before I forgot it.

We are so in trouble with this child of ours. We need to get her into gymnastics class as soon as age allows, if only for her own safety. Last week, unaided and unprompted, she started doing primitive somersaults. Head on the floor, flipping forward. Apparently one of the kids (who is four years old) she spends time with where she goes for day care is starting to do them, and she's been imitating. Did I mention she's only 19 months old? And a week before that we were outside on the swing set we have in our backyard, the kind with a slide on one end and a wrung ladder on the other, with monkey bars going across where the swings hang. She was 'spinning' - the game where we wind up her baby swing seat and let her go round and round, which she absolutely loves to do - and The Boy was at the top of the side ladder, looking down on her while she spun around. Eventually she was done spinning - even she has her limits on that - she trotted her way over to the ladder and insisted on trying it out. H spotted her climb, and she pulled her little self up wrung by wrung, until she was holding the top one. That time, she stopped there. A few days later she did the same thing, and she made it to standing on the top wrung - just standing there, holding the swing frame, a good five feet in the air. Are all toddlers like this?

I already know that I'm going to be a severe worrier when it comes to her (not that I'm not one in general already).

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