apple banana and sauce. and milk and apple juice and chocolate and carrots and hot loaf and chicken and chips and a fork and strawberries and football.
My call went well, the initial in-person talk went well, and the group meeting… that went ok. I didn’t leave with any warm fuzzies on Wednesday. I think (from the visitor’s log) that they’re interviewing a few other people for the same position and, judging from the flubs on their parts in the technical questions, that I was the first to attend the group interview. Hopefully, I stood out enough and not getting a "Sorry, but…" email already means I’m still in the running (and that they haven’t finished doing the group chats.) And maybe they’re trying to figure out how to offer me $Texas and a pony.
I’m not a fan of heading into the weekend with the uncertainty, but it’s better than heading in with a rejection?
I had an important phone call that I was expecting today. At 10am the phone rang, caller id indicated that my sister was calling, and I answered with an informal greeting (as I do when she calls), something along the lines of, "Hey, ‘sup?" The voice on the other end was a little hesitant in their, "Hello?" and I quickly remembered that my new phone will, if the incoming call is from an unknown number, display the location of the incoming call’s area code.
I need to remember that, just because it says "Georgia" across the top, it doesn’t mean my sister is calling.
(Call went well, I should hear back beginning of next week.)
Lena loves books. She loves some to pieces, she loves to de-laminate some of them, she loves to read some, and she loves for us to read some of them. The Lorax, apparently, is Papa’s book to read to her.
Last night, after reading Red Fish, Blue Fish (which is much longer than I ever remember, I think a page gets added every time I read it), and I had Trouble in Getting to Solla Sollew, Lena spied The Lorax and immediately started clamoring for "Wor-rax? Wor-rax?! Woooor-aaaaax!" TCB had been reading for a while and needed a nature break, so was trying to ask me to read it to her. I explained that I might get through three pages of the book before she started climbing down and looking for another book. And TCB’s saying that he’d really like a break, and Lena’s still screaming for Wor-rax, and she has the book and is trying to put it into his hand. And then she grabs his hand and puts it on the book, which sealed the deal: Papa would read The Lorax.
One of the interesting things about the Dev Psych class I’m taking is figuring out which groups and stages I was in/Lena is in. It’s fun to read about something and then look up to see it in action, or to change my behavior to get a response out of Lena. It’s also validating to read about instincts I had with her have been correct in getting her to where she is now.
Right now, I’m reading about childhood friends and peer groups, and I was very interested to see that there are more than the three I thought there were (popular, not-popular, fringe), described. I have to say, it was a little disturbing to see the feelings I’ve had about my role in life among friends to be perfectly described in the "Neglected Children" peer group: not likely to be nominated as a best friend, but not disliked. And that feels pretty spot-on: not likely to be nominated as awesome or the best friend among peers (most awards and recognitions came from outside nominations), but not disliked. I don’t get recognized at work, but not disliked. Not likely going to get called by my friends to go do X (maybe after asking a few others), but told afterward "ah! I totally forgot about asking you!", so not disliked. Not likely to get remembered by football coaches who are putting together a team introduction (and looking at a roster), but… actually, that one pissed me off more than any of the others, even with their apology.
In general, it’s a pretty disheartening peer group to be in: not overtly liked, but not disliked. Makes it hard to try with friends, you know?
I like to take the lyrics to "Little Liza Jane" (sung by Elizabeth Mitchell), and change the words so that the friends in the cities are about real friends I have that live geographically close-ish to those areas. So far, my edits are:
I’ve got a friend in Chicago, little Liza Jane
Spends lots of time in Indy, though, little Liza Jane (this one changes a lot, as WP is up to many things. Sometimes, "She makes the Space Shuttle go", or "Likes to go out, have some Bordeaux" or "She lives in some cold and snow")
I’ve got a friend near Cape Cod, little Liza Jane
She likes numbers: even and odd, little Liza Jane
I’ve got a friend near Tokyo, little Liza Jane
Has three kids, and wife Miho, little Liza Jane
And now, with friend AB moving to Baltimore, I’ve got another verse to change! Goal: to make Lena think I’m making up a song, until we actually go visit all these people, sort of like the ending to Big Fish, but without the funeral part.
She speaks in sentences. Two months ago, she had the occasional two-word phrase, usually "I out." (I want out of this chair, guys.), "Mama down" "sit down"… and recently, she started putting three words together: "I have book" "more strawberries please"
In the adorable front, she sort of sings along to lullabyes. She knows the tune, she knows the next word, and she whispers about a quarter of the words with me when singing "Tender Shepherd" and "Walk Shepherdess Walk." Bedtime has gotten easier (for me). She knows that after a few songs, it’s bedtime and, though she doesn’t have to go to sleep, it is time to be quiet and chill out.
She usually has a toy of the day, one of those that was in her crib and just neeeeeeeds to eat breakfast with her. The last two days, it was elephant. Sometimes it’s bear, sometimes it’s lammy.
"Thing, thing, what is that thing?" elicits her to sing like that Thing. "Aaaaaaaaaaah…"
She can find her sternum and her heart, and knows that her heart beats.
Blueberries and strawberries are no longer both called "Sowways." Now, they are "Stroowberries" and "blue stroowberries".