I’m pretty good at holding my tongue, and today I’m exercising that skill so nobody thinks less of me as a father, and Silas doesn’t resent me some day in the future if this blog floats in the cloud long enough, and he reads today’s post. Of course it’s hard to continue a blog post once you’ve decided to hold your tongue…
I won’t call it the terrible two’s, although I may come around to that phraseology. Silas just has tons of energy and a strong will, and heaven help me if I let him get bored. I’ve been handling it alright, except today was too cold and blustery, so we stayed inside. But he skipped his nap and was unstoppable. I had to pull him off the record player half a dozen times. When I readjusted the living room carpet this morning to take his chair-portrait I noticed something sticking out from underneath… it was the vinyl Wilco album Molly bought me for Christmas. It must have been hiding under there for weeks, and it is the worse for wear. T-minus ten days until he starts part-time nursery school. This will be a new stage for us all.
“I have a question for you….” is his favorite new opening line, which is cute, especially since he doesn’t know to follow that phrase with a question. He’s likely to follow “I have a question for you…” with “You go outside.” And he will confront innocent passers-by in the Quad with his little riddle. “I have a question for you….” “What’s your question?” ”Get in my airplane!”
Molly’s new class has started up and she’s psyched. Her students are really engaged. She’s teaching in a room just a few yards from our house, so she can stop in to hug Silas on M-W-F.
The Fisher house staff (including me) went curling at the Philadelphia something something curling something Club. There were at least twenty of us and it was a good time. It’s kind of a long narrow building with a big long ice sheet inside. They spray the ice so it’s dimpled, which makes the 42 pound granite stone slide with low friction. Youtube it if you have no idea what I’m talking about. The picture below is me warming up. The subculture is cool and seems very north-mid-west. Since the space is kept around 40 degrees the club keeps all their beer out on the ice.
I’m writing this from Mimi and Pop’s living room, where Larry and Molly are discussing politics, so it’s getting harder to write this post. The exchange can sometimes resemble one of Silas’ conversations with a student who can’t understand Silas’ toddler speak. Larry and Molly are exchanging roles intermittently. Oops, I let my tongue slip.
Rebecca and Mike are driving up from VA tomorrow morning, and we’ll see Jeremy and Ayanna this weekend, for our belated Christmas celebration. I promised Silas he’d receive a gift or two this weekend, so if the extended family doesn’t come through I’ll need to run out to Rite-Aid tomorrow for some Christmas-clearance goods.
Cookie time
Pull up a chair I mean table
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Fisher Hassenfeld Staff curling field trip, no joke
Egg-dog-in-french-toast. I wanted to see if I could do it.
French-toast-dog
"I have a question for you... Here!"
