Today, when I was leaving for work, I knelt down and kissed Sullivan on his head and said “Bye stinker!” then I kissed my wife goodbye and walked towards the door. As I was unlocking the door, I heard Sullivan make a noise and I turned around. He went “Dah!” and was waving his arm.
Sullivan was waving goodbye to me!
As I backed out of the door, I continued to wave back at him, and he continued to wave back at me.
What an adorable little kid. 
The semester is finally over and I feel a tremendous pressure lifted. I just finished the last of the discussions in my Protein Purification lab notebook, so I am completely done.
This has been one HELL of a semester, if indicated by nothing else than the fact that I have not been able to write a single blag the entire time. Seriously. Melissa and I were both enrolled full-time (12 cr.) each. My schedule was noted on my last post, so I don’t need to go into that again. But let’s just say that between working ~40 hrs a week, doing 12 credits, taking care of house work, being a husband, and being a father to a rather ornery 1-year old, I had my arms, legs, and kidneys full.
The good part is that I know two of my grades so far: In Organic Chem II Lab, I got a 93% (A-). YES! And in Organic II Lecture, I got an A+. YES YES!!! I’m not sure of my grades in Biology or Proteins, although I suspect A’s (or at the very least, high B’s) in both.
We recently discovered IKEA. OMG. I CAN HAS FURNITURE? I am in hot, sweaty, debaucherous love with that store. A couple days ago we spent roughly $800 on various furniture items, including a new computer desk (pictured), a dining room table, four chairs with pads, two shelf units for the kitchen, a bathroom sink/faucet/cabinetry/mirror combo, some plants, and various odds and ends.
I know that $800 seems like a lot, but it’s totally worth it. Those Swedes make damn fine products, and the price is right as well. (The computer desk pictured, or as Mel calls it, my “Geek Oasis”, was $90 and is FAR better quality than ANYTHING at Officemax. The dining room table we got, with four chairs, was $280 altogether.)
What really blows me away about the IKEA people though is how sensible they are; about EVERYTHING. The carts in the store? They have four rotating wheels so you can move laterally instead of only rotationally. The instructions are all clearly mapped out when you get them. They use s-shaped allen wrenches for much of the assembly (the s-shape makes it easier to rotate — most allen wrenches are L-shaped). They give you this little plastic widget for nailing in tiny nails so that you don’t accidentally hammer your fingers. 
The table we got (pictured, left) has two leaves for expansion, but get this: the leaves are contained WITHIN THE TABLE! To expand it, you lift up one side of the table top about 2″, slide the leaf out, and then it locks into place. To un-leaf it, you lift up the table top again 2″, push the expansion back under, and there it is! You have to see it in action to appreciate the awesomeness.
In the past, at most furniture stores we go to, there’s generally an inverse relationship between price and quality. I expect that if something is cheap, it’s probably cheaply made. But I swear everything we’ve bought has been both inexpensive and really solidly made. They don’t use any particularly special materials, it’s just engineered very well.
But enough gushing about IKEA. The store is in West Chester, OH (near Cincy), approximately 48 miles from Richmond. You must go there and check it out. (They have a full restaurant, several mocked-up apartments in the showroom (full apartments!) — it’s quite easy to spend hours of time and lots of money there.
Oh! And we got CARPET finally!!!!
Sullivan is growing up so fast. He walks, runs around, wrestles with the dog, has already started signing, just had his first birthday, is downright hilarious at times, and learns things really quickly. Our Birth-to-five representative did some assessments on Sullivan and in all the categories except speech he’s as skilled as a two-year old. (He is 1 year, 1 month right now). Speaking he’s right on par (he says Da-da, but we’re not sure if he knows that he’s saying it yet).
I think part of the reason he is learning so quickly is that we just let him grow on his own. We don’t have any kind of agenda for him to stick with — no time schedule or “milestones” for him to meet. Neither of us are concerned that he’s developed physically before developing his ability to talk. We figure that when he’s ready to learn something, he’ll learn it — and we should be prepared to give him the exposure he needs to figure things out on his own.
We’ve been doing baby sign language. For anyone who has a toddler, or is expecting one, you *must* try this out. It’s awesome. Sullivan knows the signs for “hot” and “more”. It’s the most adorable thing in the world when you’re sitting there, giving him a cup of juice, and he makes the sign for “more.” It’s so neat to see what goes on in his head.
I’ve been brewing Ginger Beer/Ale. The only ingredients I use are ginger root and sugar. No yeast added or artificial flavors or anything. The yeast is airborne and grows in a culture beforehand. Melissa and I are planning on making a website with instructional videos for how to do it yourself — it’s really easy to do and it tastes pretty good once you figure out the formula right.
I’m still experimenting with some flavor options, and I plan on doing Root Beer next as soon as I can get my hands on some sarsparilla root and winter green leaves.
The Richmond Area FreeThinkers Society website is finally up. RAFTS is a group that a few of us founded to be a collective haven for freethinking folks in this region. We’ve got a little over 20 members so far and our website is finally up. We have monthly meetings and a discussion list. All are welcome to join us any time! Check out the website for more information.
Lately, Sullivan has been a little more difficult when it comes time to go to bed. When he was first born, all it took was a boob and a pacifier. At a couple months, he rejected the pacifier and just wanted a boob. A couple months after that he needed to be rocked to sleep. Last night, and the night before, rocking wasn’t working, and Melissa and I both realized we needed to change strategies.
We decided that it was time for us to start making the rules. The crib is sidecar’d to the bed, since we’re doing the Dr. Sears Attachment Parenting co-sleeping bit, but up to this point, the crib has been empty pretty much every night, with Sullivan sleeping in between us. The routine thus far has been that when he wakes up, Melissa tries putting him to sleep with her womanly ways, and if that doesn’t work or she’s sore, then I’ll stand up and try to rock him to sleep. Lately though, he just wants to be awake and crawl all over us at 11pm.
Last night, after trying the usual thing unsuccessfully, I laid him in his crib on his stomach (he sleeps better that way) and covered him with a blanket. He was bawling pretty loudly. I sat next to him and rubbed his back with an open palm. When he would try to rear up on all fours, I gently straightened his legs back out so he was laying down again. When he kicked off the blanket, I’d put it back on him. Eventually, after about 15 or 20 minutes of this, he fell asleep. What was even more remarkable is that when he woke up in the middle of the night to eat, we laid him back down in the crib and he stayed asleep! (That’s not typical from our previous methods)
I think the motivation for this came from Eric Cartman. If you’ve ever watched South Park, especially recently, you know about how Cartman manipulates his Mom to do what he wants. Not that I think Sullivan is an evil little shit or anything (he’s just an excited little boy), but I think that up until now we haven’t really shown him any boundaries. That seems like a recipe for a spoiled kid, and I figured it would be easier to start establishing boundaries now while he’s still an infant rather than when he’s a teenager and hoothollerin’ and lollygagging around.
Sullivan
Sullivan has begun to crawl. Everywhere. He pulls himself up onto things as well. His new favorite hobby is finding new ways to bang his head into solid objects. Everytime he loses balance, gets that frightened look in his eyes, and then *THUD* right into the floor, coffee table, couch, table, chair, television, crib frame, kitchen cabinetry, computer, subwoofer, or some new object I have yet to see.
It’s hard to not feel like a bad parent when you see your son’s head collide with a stationary object but every parent I’ve talked to (including my own) have said that it’s totally normal. In some ways, it’s kind of funny — America’s Funniest Videos kind of schadenfreude kind of funny. But I still feel bad for him.
In addition to being more mobile, he’s a lot more lively. He cackles, shrieks, yelps, makes merry, cries, whines, bitches, moans, etc. He watches my mouth move when I talk. His eyes have a lot more character in them and his facial expressions are much more varied. He still doesn’t mimic quite yet, but I think that’ll be soon. (And then we get to teach him baby sign language!)
He can almost completely stand on his own, a prospect that frightens Melissa and I with a portent to the near future when he’ll be walking; elevating his head into a whole new echelon of objects to run into. I swear this kid is going to be a frenologists wet dream.
The House
The house is currently in a quasi-state of disarray. The bathroom, still unfinished, is lacking both a sink, a toilet seal (so it smells gross), and paint. The drywall is nearly done. All I have left to do is sand off one little area by the entrance, and it’ll be ready for painting. We picked up some primer to get it started, but haven’t really picked out a color yet.
The living room has one wall with primed-trim. The wall with the entrance door and large window have their trim painted (the door too). We finally decided that painting the trim would be a good idea, and I have to admit, it really does improve the appearance of the room. When we get carpet laid down, possibly next year, I think that’ll help it even more. It seems a shame to cover up the wood, but the hardwood floor lost it’s novelty after my eighth foot-splinter.
So painting, painting, painting. Anyone want to help? I also need someone skilled with doing ceramic tiling, because I think that’s what we want to do in the bathroom.
My Grammy
Earlier this year, in February I believe, my Grandpa Westerdale died at 83 years. He had some chest problems and knee difficulties, but pneumonia did him in. My Grammy Westerdale is currently in the hospital with cancer, and Mom says that it’s not gotten any better in spite of Chemo and Radiation therapy. I guess at this point, she’s done with treatment and just wants to go into pain management. Mom thinks it’s quite possible she won’t make it to Xmas.
This Thursday, Melissa, Sullivan and I will be driving out to NJ to see her and visit family. Saturday will be when we actually get to Jersey, because we’ll be staying at my Mom’s in PA. It’s supposed to be a bit of a surprise. My car is currently in the shop getting some much-needed repair work done to it, so it’ll be drive-viable for the trip.
I don’t think I’ve really had time to stop and let this whole situation sink in, but I’ll have a 10 hour trip each way to do it. I think the most significant thing about this is that this trip will be the last time any of we three ever see Grammy alive. Being able to say that with certainty is profound.
I know that I, and probably most people, have read stories and anecdotes about death / near-death putting life in perspective. But just like parenthood, you don’t comprehend how true it is until you’re actually in the situation yourself.
