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August 2010 - Chris Schuette

Learned-ing

August 31, 2010 | By | 4 Comments

As I blindingly venture into my future as a responsible parent (no, seriously; stay with me.)  I now appreciate that my parents had a very (and I mean VERY) challenging job, what with my alleged hyperactivity, my unconscionably high intake of Rondo – The Thirst Crusher, and my carefree use of parentheses (like this one. You know, I should just write the whole damn blog in parentheses if I like them so much.)

Where was I? Oh yes, my unholy experiences as a disturbingly hyperactive blond kid from the suburbs.

This gets less cute the longer I’m a parent.

Like this one time as a kid, I saw one of those “scrubbing bubbles” commercials on TV. You know, the ones where the animated bubbles behave with a hive mentality that should have been of considerable interest to the military establishment at the time? Well, being 7, I saw the commercial, then immediately ran to the bathroom, took out the scrubbing bubbles can from under the sink and proceeded to spray it all over the small, poorly ventilated, lime-green deathtrap of a confined space. Basically, I wanted to see the bubbles haul ass around the bathroom and I didn’t yet know the definition of “consequences” or “Diethylene glycol monobutyl ether.”

Here’s what happened. There were no cool-looking bubbles autonomously moving around the bathroom while cleaning everything in sight, and there certainly was none of that shiny, sparkling clean effect that you always see in TV commercials; just gobs and gobs of (probably) toxic cleaning foam. I passed out and woke up several hours later in the vegetable garden. When I walked in the house, reeking of peat moss and cleanser, my Dad calmly told me that when a boy does stupid crap, he has to sleep in the vegetable garden. The lesson is, be careful when you do stupid things, because a loved one might be forced to drag your unconscious, drooling sack of a carcass out to the garden to sleep it off.

My memory may be a bit faulty, of course. It was probably the compost heap.

Isla is only three months old, and is obviously not yet into things. I will be doing everything I can to properly child-proof the house (apparently, “childproofing” didn’t exist in the 1970s.) But I hope I have at least as much patience as my parents had with me.  Especially when she decides to wake up at 3AM and start pouring baby lotion into the stove for  no discernible reason.  Yeah, I actually did that.

Geez, I’d better be patient, ‘cuz I don’t believe you’re allowed to keep children in the garden any more.

Hearing

August 20, 2010 | By | 2 Comments

Elisabeth got her hearing aids this week.  Now she’ll finally be able to hear all of the pop culture references and other piddly crap I bore people with on a daily basis.  We can also stop using loud Van Halen albums to put her to sleep.  Patty & I couldn’t be happier, and as I mentioned before, we’re glad that her hearing can be assisted or “aided,” if you will.

I confess that when I first envisioned Elisabeth wearing hearing aids, I imagined this:

However, Patty was not agreeable to the nickname, “TooCuteus of Borg.” 

We had a choice of colors for the hearing aids; Patty wanted pink, and I wanted black. Anyway, check out Elisabeth’s pink hearing aids!

I was holding Elisabeth when the hearing aids were switched on. As soon as she heard my voice, her eyes opened wide with amazement. When Patty talked to her, Elisabeth immediately turned to her and smiled.   This was definitely an experience I will never forget.

I’ll just leave it at that for now.