I am so ashamed of myself. I know better than to wash a new purple dress with other clothes! At least the damage isn't too bad--one pink sock (sorry Ryan), one ruined shirt that I hated anyway (yay!), and one other shirt dyed pink on the "undershirt" part (which I was going to remove anyway). I seriously cannot believe how lucky I am that this did not turn out much worse. My only explanation for my foolishness is that I must not buy clothes often enough to remember that when they're new and brightly colored you have to wash them separately for a while. I'm just so embarrassed because I can't tell you how many times I got the Achievement Day/4-H/family home evening/Young Women's activity where we learned how to sort laundry, on top of all the times my mom taught me at home and the laundry sorting I do every week.
I have a suspicion that my calculus teacher is getting nicer. I wonder if she's one of those teachers who is mean until the first test so that lots of people will drop and then she decides to be slightly less scary. At any rate, she is definitely smiling more and making more good-natured jokes, and the other day she totally winked at the class (which caught me off guard). She is still intimidating to me, though. The last couple times in class she has given the class a problem to work on independently, and then she came and looked at my paper to see what my answer was. I knew that I hadn't done the problems quite right because I hadn't completely understood her explanations of how to do it, and as soon as she came my way my heart started beating faster and I couldn't think clearly. But I am learning how to be more brave.
I think I've finally found a seat in that class that I actually like sitting in. I feel like I've been moving all over the place trying to find a seat where I could actually see the board and not be distracted by other people talking, and there were always heads and computers and projectors in my way. But I think someone must have dropped the class, because one day I found a really great seat that hadn't been open before, and after a few days of sitting in it with nobody disputing it, I've decided it's mine. For some reason that makes me feel like I can actually bear this class.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
backwashing is a useful skill
Kevin generally insists on having a cup like Mom and Dad's to drink out of. At first when he drank from one, a lot would dribble down his front because he didn't know how to control how much liquid went into his mouth. But he's gradually learning how to spit it back into the cup if he takes too much. You never realize how useful it is to be able to backwash until you watch someone who doesn't know how to do it try to drink from a regular cup. He does pretty well drinking from a regular cup. We still give him sippy cups generally, but if he asks for it we will give him a regular cup. We've learned pretty quickly not to put too much water or milk in it at once because it doesn't take long before he's no longer thirsty and the cup becomes a toy. Kevin also likes to put all of his dinner in the cup, and finds it very delightful to be able to look down into the cup and see his handiwork.
I am frequently amazed at how smart this kid is. One evening I found him with a partially unbent paper clip (no idea where he got it from), putting the long pointy part into the hole of the doorknob of the bathroom. I am not kidding--he got it in the hole. We generally keep the bathroom and our bedroom locked because that's where all of the off-limits stuff has migrated to. I thought it was very smart of him to notice how we unlock the doors. Behold the proof:
He had "toilet water" written very clearly in his determined eyes
He is starting to be a little more interested in having books read to him. One thing we've observed about Kevin is that he is very interested in what you can do with things, and not very interested at all in things like pictures. For example, some kids like to sit and look at the pictures in books, but Kevin is more interested in what you do--turn the pages. He likes the kinds of books that have things you can feel, like fur or whiskers or feathers, and he likes the kinds that have flaps or other things that involve an action on his part. I'm sure it's also partly his age, but it's interesting to see already what things are interesting to him and how his mind works.
I am frequently amazed at how smart this kid is. One evening I found him with a partially unbent paper clip (no idea where he got it from), putting the long pointy part into the hole of the doorknob of the bathroom. I am not kidding--he got it in the hole. We generally keep the bathroom and our bedroom locked because that's where all of the off-limits stuff has migrated to. I thought it was very smart of him to notice how we unlock the doors. Behold the proof:
He had "toilet water" written very clearly in his determined eyes
He is starting to be a little more interested in having books read to him. One thing we've observed about Kevin is that he is very interested in what you can do with things, and not very interested at all in things like pictures. For example, some kids like to sit and look at the pictures in books, but Kevin is more interested in what you do--turn the pages. He likes the kinds of books that have things you can feel, like fur or whiskers or feathers, and he likes the kinds that have flaps or other things that involve an action on his part. I'm sure it's also partly his age, but it's interesting to see already what things are interesting to him and how his mind works.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
It used to be that when Kevin put food into his mouth and some of it got stuck on his face or lips, he would use the back of his hand to push it in. But recently he has figured out how to use his lips or his tongue to get it in instead of his hand. Kind of a little thing, but for some reason it stuck out to me. It's fun to see him learn new skills.
We went to a consignment sale a couple of weeks ago and found some stuff. They are solving some of my most challenging problems. For example, we found one of those plastic boxes with a lid that you can put in your dishwasher to hold little things that tend to fly all over while it's running. $1. And we found a booster seat with a tray that actually fits in my kitchen sink. $4. And we found a toy that makes annoying noises and sings annoying children's songs. $2. (I don't love the annoying noise-making toys, but Kevin had to have something to satisfy the underlying need to make things beep.)
Recently I introduced Kevin to the world of coloring with crayons. He still thinks my favorite mechanical pencil is better, but he still enjoys the crayons. He also enjoys biting them, unfortunately. I was actually surprised at how long it took for him to start scraping his teeth on them, but it did happen (and hasn't stopped since), so you don't have to worry that he's not a normal child. Here's his first crayon drawing:
Kevin also reaches for the balloons every time we go to Kroger, and he's very disappointed when we don't get one. I keep forgetting to get him one of the free ones from Harris Teeter. He was also very determined to get a Starbucks gift card the other day.
Here's a cute video:
I think that was a piece of chicken that he put in his mouth when he made a face. He cannot stand chicken. Even when I was pregnant he hated chicken. (I had food aversions to poultry for pretty much the entire pregnancy). He also cannot stand bananas, which is unfortunate since they are so nutritious and cheap.
Here are a couple of cute pictures taken at about the same time as the video:
He is really growing up. I can't believe how much older he looks in these pictures.
Today our ward had the primary program. The children sang the new song that they've been learning this year, I Know that My Savior Loves Me. I had a wonderful feeling as they sang, and I thought, "This is what I want for Kevin. I want him to know this and understand this. This is why I want to be a mother."
On Friday I spoke with an Asian girl who was riding the same bus home as I was. Kevin had been waving at her, and she said he was really cute. Then after that she told me that she wants to have a baby (she's married--I saw her waving goodbye to her husband before she got on the bus and they are such a cute couple). I almost felt tears in my eyes as I told her that I love being a mom and that having a baby was the best thing I ever did. I don't really know if it was really a missionary moment since I didn't tell her where I go to church, but it was still really neat to get to bear my testimony of motherhood to somebody. I feel like what I said really touched her.
We went to a consignment sale a couple of weeks ago and found some stuff. They are solving some of my most challenging problems. For example, we found one of those plastic boxes with a lid that you can put in your dishwasher to hold little things that tend to fly all over while it's running. $1. And we found a booster seat with a tray that actually fits in my kitchen sink. $4. And we found a toy that makes annoying noises and sings annoying children's songs. $2. (I don't love the annoying noise-making toys, but Kevin had to have something to satisfy the underlying need to make things beep.)
Recently I introduced Kevin to the world of coloring with crayons. He still thinks my favorite mechanical pencil is better, but he still enjoys the crayons. He also enjoys biting them, unfortunately. I was actually surprised at how long it took for him to start scraping his teeth on them, but it did happen (and hasn't stopped since), so you don't have to worry that he's not a normal child. Here's his first crayon drawing:
Kevin also reaches for the balloons every time we go to Kroger, and he's very disappointed when we don't get one. I keep forgetting to get him one of the free ones from Harris Teeter. He was also very determined to get a Starbucks gift card the other day.
Here's a cute video:
I think that was a piece of chicken that he put in his mouth when he made a face. He cannot stand chicken. Even when I was pregnant he hated chicken. (I had food aversions to poultry for pretty much the entire pregnancy). He also cannot stand bananas, which is unfortunate since they are so nutritious and cheap.
Here are a couple of cute pictures taken at about the same time as the video:
He is really growing up. I can't believe how much older he looks in these pictures.
Today our ward had the primary program. The children sang the new song that they've been learning this year, I Know that My Savior Loves Me. I had a wonderful feeling as they sang, and I thought, "This is what I want for Kevin. I want him to know this and understand this. This is why I want to be a mother."
On Friday I spoke with an Asian girl who was riding the same bus home as I was. Kevin had been waving at her, and she said he was really cute. Then after that she told me that she wants to have a baby (she's married--I saw her waving goodbye to her husband before she got on the bus and they are such a cute couple). I almost felt tears in my eyes as I told her that I love being a mom and that having a baby was the best thing I ever did. I don't really know if it was really a missionary moment since I didn't tell her where I go to church, but it was still really neat to get to bear my testimony of motherhood to somebody. I feel like what I said really touched her.
why I chose the hard way
Recently, I was explaining to someone that I had the option of taking a statistics class or Calculus 3 for one of the requirements of my major. This person was surprised and asked me why I didn't just do statistics because it would have been so much easier. At the time I didn't know how to answer, other than to say that my advisor said that they highly recommend doing the calculus option.
But I thought about it a little more and I think I have a better answer now. My advisor's recommendation had an influence on my decision, but the real reason I decided to do it was because it would be hard. I knew that the challenge would be good for me because I would learn how to persevere and because I would gain an increased ability to understand things. If I master these concepts, I will have math skills that are necessary in order to understand the science topics that interest me. (I still wonder most days why I do these things to myself, though.)
I believe we used similar reasoning when we made the choice to come to earth and have physical bodies. We knew it would be challenging. We knew that we would have to leave our Father in Heaven for a while. We knew we would have obstacles like sickness and poverty and temptation and depression that would make it a difficult experience. But we also knew that there was no other way that we could learn the things that we would come to understand while we were here, and that we would have to have physical bodies so that we could receive the ordinances of the gospel. We knew that this was the choice we needed to make so we could continue to progress and ultimately return to God and receive eternal life. That's why we made the choice to have mortal lives.
But I thought about it a little more and I think I have a better answer now. My advisor's recommendation had an influence on my decision, but the real reason I decided to do it was because it would be hard. I knew that the challenge would be good for me because I would learn how to persevere and because I would gain an increased ability to understand things. If I master these concepts, I will have math skills that are necessary in order to understand the science topics that interest me. (I still wonder most days why I do these things to myself, though.)
I believe we used similar reasoning when we made the choice to come to earth and have physical bodies. We knew it would be challenging. We knew that we would have to leave our Father in Heaven for a while. We knew we would have obstacles like sickness and poverty and temptation and depression that would make it a difficult experience. But we also knew that there was no other way that we could learn the things that we would come to understand while we were here, and that we would have to have physical bodies so that we could receive the ordinances of the gospel. We knew that this was the choice we needed to make so we could continue to progress and ultimately return to God and receive eternal life. That's why we made the choice to have mortal lives.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
on being personally enriched
As I mentioned recently, my new goal is to be personally enriched by school. I remind myself of this goal multiple times a day.
On Monday, I made an interesting observation. After coming out of my mineralogy lab, I realized that I felt personally enriched. Very much so, in fact. We were looking at various igneous rocks and identifying the minerals in them, and I thought it was very fun. I wish I could describe to you the joy that I felt when I found some garnets in a rock that was mostly plagioclase and amphiboles, or when we compared rocks that both had K-feldspar, plagioclase, and amphiboles, but the feldspar was more consolidated in one of the rocks because it had cooled more slowly. All the things that I learn about science increase my faith in God and Jesus Christ. I am awed at all the things They have to know and be able to do in order to create worlds.
On Monday, I made an interesting observation. After coming out of my mineralogy lab, I realized that I felt personally enriched. Very much so, in fact. We were looking at various igneous rocks and identifying the minerals in them, and I thought it was very fun. I wish I could describe to you the joy that I felt when I found some garnets in a rock that was mostly plagioclase and amphiboles, or when we compared rocks that both had K-feldspar, plagioclase, and amphiboles, but the feldspar was more consolidated in one of the rocks because it had cooled more slowly. All the things that I learn about science increase my faith in God and Jesus Christ. I am awed at all the things They have to know and be able to do in order to create worlds.
Friday, September 17, 2010
lessons learned from school
This week I have decided to implement two concepts into my life.
First of all, I have decided that I am going to school for personal enrichment. Not a degree. Not so I can get a job someday if for some reason I need to work. Those will be nice side bonuses if I graduate. But I am going to look at this as an opportunity to become a better person and to gain light and truth and knowledge. Which means that I am trying very hard to learn to measure success in my schoolwork based on if I am enjoying it rather than the grades. If at some point I feel like being a mom is just too busy and I don't have time to go to school any more, that's fine. If I don't manage to finish my degree here before we leave, that's fine. This is for personal enrichment.
Second, I learned this week that there are people who are just plain mean. There aren't a lot of them, but they do exist. And although I will inevitably come in contact with these people a few times in my life, I'm not going to let them get me down, and I'm not going to let them be a reason to quit.
First of all, I have decided that I am going to school for personal enrichment. Not a degree. Not so I can get a job someday if for some reason I need to work. Those will be nice side bonuses if I graduate. But I am going to look at this as an opportunity to become a better person and to gain light and truth and knowledge. Which means that I am trying very hard to learn to measure success in my schoolwork based on if I am enjoying it rather than the grades. If at some point I feel like being a mom is just too busy and I don't have time to go to school any more, that's fine. If I don't manage to finish my degree here before we leave, that's fine. This is for personal enrichment.
Second, I learned this week that there are people who are just plain mean. There aren't a lot of them, but they do exist. And although I will inevitably come in contact with these people a few times in my life, I'm not going to let them get me down, and I'm not going to let them be a reason to quit.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Kevin's first haircut
I've done a few posts today, so be sure to scroll down if you want to read them all.
Kevin and I have been having a race to see who has had the most haircuts since he was born. For the longest time we were both tied at zero haircuts, but on Labor Day Kevin received his first haircut and put me in last place. Sad, I know. Sad because he lost all his long locks and the sweet little wisps around his ears that drove him nuts. Sad because I still haven't found the time or someone I trust to cut my hair.
Kevin was very good. I was afraid he would be scared to death of the clippers, but he was actually very calm. We bought this set of clippers with the combs so that we can save money on haircuts for Ryan and Kevin. Okay, so we bought them so that I can have more control over the length of Ryan's hair, because if it were left up to him, he would continue to go get it cut 1/8 of an inch long, because he doesn't care.
Somehow Kevin grew up a lot during the 15 minutes it took for Ryan to cut his hair.
Here are some pictures from before and after:
Before:
After:
Kevin and I have been having a race to see who has had the most haircuts since he was born. For the longest time we were both tied at zero haircuts, but on Labor Day Kevin received his first haircut and put me in last place. Sad, I know. Sad because he lost all his long locks and the sweet little wisps around his ears that drove him nuts. Sad because I still haven't found the time or someone I trust to cut my hair.
Kevin was very good. I was afraid he would be scared to death of the clippers, but he was actually very calm. We bought this set of clippers with the combs so that we can save money on haircuts for Ryan and Kevin. Okay, so we bought them so that I can have more control over the length of Ryan's hair, because if it were left up to him, he would continue to go get it cut 1/8 of an inch long, because he doesn't care.
Somehow Kevin grew up a lot during the 15 minutes it took for Ryan to cut his hair.
Here are some pictures from before and after:
Before:
After:
some Spanglish to brighten your day
I was going to write a post about this can of mixed vegetables.
I was going to make a very clever comment about how the person who translated "mixed vegetables" into Spanish would be very embarazado (hee hee) if he knew that it is actually "verduras mezcladas." RT even agreed and said that he's never heard anyone say "vegetales mixtos." It was generally "verduras mezcladas."
Then we decided to look it up to make sure, and it turns out that some Spanish-speaking people do say "vegetales mixtos." Keep in mind that Ryan learned his Spanish in the hick part of Argentina and I learned my Spanish in college classes.
So this post isn't funny anymore. I'm a little disappointed.
accumulated notes about Kevin
On Sunday when the opening hymn started in Sacrament meeting, Kevin started waving his arms as if he was directing the music. The motions he was making were even quite similar to the ones a chorister would make. We were quite impressed that he's noticed the chorister during the hymns and choir practice.
Most days we try to go outside. If we don't, Kevin starts going crazy.
Kevin loves to play with the phones. I pretty much always give him the phone while I change his diaper because he always asks for it and won't stay on his back if I don't give it to him (it's pretty hard to put a prefold on a baby who is standing up). Lately when he gets the phone he has taken to propping it on his shoulder and babbling while wandering around the apartment. I guess he's noticed that the phone has something to do with talking and that it belongs in the vicinity of your ears. I thought that was pretty smart and cute.
Kevin has been having a lot of meltdowns the last few days. We've started resorting to just sticking him in his crib until he calms down. I think that's constructive since it helps him learn to soothe himself and use his own resources to calm down, but I'm afraid that he'll start to think of going to bed as a punishment. I would really like bedtime and naptime to be a happy time. Maybe he needs a little more sleep.
Kevin learned to throw a ball. I don't know how he figured it out because it's not like we throw things very much, but it's pretty cute.
A gangsta and a thumb sucka. Very cool.
This is more dancing. Now that he can walk he's added some new moves and modified some old ones.
Most days we try to go outside. If we don't, Kevin starts going crazy.
Kevin loves to play with the phones. I pretty much always give him the phone while I change his diaper because he always asks for it and won't stay on his back if I don't give it to him (it's pretty hard to put a prefold on a baby who is standing up). Lately when he gets the phone he has taken to propping it on his shoulder and babbling while wandering around the apartment. I guess he's noticed that the phone has something to do with talking and that it belongs in the vicinity of your ears. I thought that was pretty smart and cute.
Kevin has been having a lot of meltdowns the last few days. We've started resorting to just sticking him in his crib until he calms down. I think that's constructive since it helps him learn to soothe himself and use his own resources to calm down, but I'm afraid that he'll start to think of going to bed as a punishment. I would really like bedtime and naptime to be a happy time. Maybe he needs a little more sleep.
Kevin learned to throw a ball. I don't know how he figured it out because it's not like we throw things very much, but it's pretty cute.
A gangsta and a thumb sucka. Very cool.
This is more dancing. Now that he can walk he's added some new moves and modified some old ones.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
[I wrote this a long time ago, and I know I had more insights to add, but it's been so long that I can't remember them anymore--which is rather unfortunate.]
Ether 2
22 And he cried again unto the Lord saying: O Lord, behold I have done even as thou hast commanded me; and I have prepared the vessels for my people, and behold there is no light in them. Behold, O Lord, wilt thou suffer that we shall cross this great water in darkness?
Ether 2
22 And he cried again unto the Lord saying: O Lord, behold I have done even as thou hast commanded me; and I have prepared the vessels for my people, and behold there is no light in them. Behold, O Lord, wilt thou suffer that we shall cross this great water in darkness?
23 And the Lord said unto the brother of Jared: What will ye that I should do that ye may have light in your vessels? For behold, ye cannot have awindows, for they will be dashed in pieces; neither shall ye take fire with you, for ye shall not go by the light of fire.
25 And behold, I prepare you against these things; for ye cannot cross this great deep save I prepare you against the waves of the sea, and the winds which have gone forth, and the floods which shall come. Therefore what will ye that I should prepare for you that ye may have light when ye are swallowed up in the depths of the sea?
I thought that verse 25 has some very interesting things to think about. One thing is that Christ was preparing the people of Jared for the journey across the ocean. He gave them many instructions about how to build the boats so that they would survive the waters and protect the people. The lack of light in the vessels was not an oversight on Christ's part. He didn't leave the light out and figure the people would deal with it somehow. He recognized that they would need light, and he wanted them to have light. That was something that was important to Christ.
Without help from Christ, these people could not have crossed these waters. The brother of Jared recognized that it would not work without Christ, and he also recognized that he needed Christ to do something so that they would have light. I think it's interesting that Christ expected him to do some of the work to find a source of light, that the brother of Jared had to come up with an idea and then ask Christ to do it.
One thing we can learn from this is that we cannot handle our trials without Christ's help. He knows the things that we need to do and understand so that we can make it through our trials and tasks, and he will prepare us for those things if we will pray and be open to his help. And just like with the Jaredites, he doesn't want us to begin our journeys without light--on the contrary, the light is very important, and he wants to provide us a way to have light to guide us and comfort us.
Just as Christ provided light for the Jaredites, He will provide light for us when we are "swallowed up in the depths of the sea." He wants us to ask for it. He wants us to turn to him. That is the only way to receive that light. There have been times in my life when I have felt in despair, and when I decided to turn to Christ and ask for his mercy and understanding, I was filled with light.
Just as Christ provided light for the Jaredites, He will provide light for us when we are "swallowed up in the depths of the sea." He wants us to ask for it. He wants us to turn to him. That is the only way to receive that light. There have been times in my life when I have felt in despair, and when I decided to turn to Christ and ask for his mercy and understanding, I was filled with light.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
because I want to make some random comments
This evening I was getting myself a bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream. I don't care about losing weight anymore. All the women in the renaissance paintings have muffin tops and soft abs, so who says that beautiful women don't have muffin tops or flabby abs?
Actually, I think I might go do some sit-ups.
My spoon broke. It was sort of weird. My metal spoon broke on ice cream. The ice cream was not hard.
I really like mint chocolate chip ice cream, except I hate the chocolate chips. It's kind of like having bits of soft plastic in ice cream. I think they should make mint cookie dough ice cream. Not mint chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream.
I just realized that ice cream is already one of my blog labels.
Actually, I think I might go do some sit-ups.
My spoon broke. It was sort of weird. My metal spoon broke on ice cream. The ice cream was not hard.
I really like mint chocolate chip ice cream, except I hate the chocolate chips. It's kind of like having bits of soft plastic in ice cream. I think they should make mint cookie dough ice cream. Not mint chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream.
I just realized that ice cream is already one of my blog labels.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
"At least it gets people reading."
I am a big fan of reading. I think it's really important for people to spend time reading good books. But that's the key: good books. There are a lot of bad books out there that are really popular. And I have heard people say in defense of the bad books, "Well, at least it gets people reading." I don't think that is a good excuse. Reading is important, but it's not so important that if a book causes damage it's okay.
For example, there is a series of books called The Diary of a Wimpy Kid. Before Kevin was born, I volunteered at an elementary school, and I listened to several kids read me portions of that book. I was horrified. It seemed like the main character did nothing but be mean and disrespectful to people, and it was portrayed as normal and funny. I kept waiting for him to learn some kind of lesson about how it's important to be kind, but he never did. Around the same time, my sister-in-law posted a review of this book. Her son had started reading the books, and when she looked through them, she realized that she needed to go through the books with her son and explain to him why it's not okay to act like the kid in the book. It's hard enough to teach our children basic values like kindness without having books that portray being unkind as funny and normal. Even if these books are entertaining enough that they get kids who normally don't like to read to start reading, I don't think that's worth it because they are being influenced by the book to think that those wrong behaviors are okay.
I think it's also important to realize that books can be pornography, even if there are no pictures. Maybe the "scenes" get people reading, but it also gets them used to thinking that doing that kind of thing is okay, and it excites similar feelings to what people experience when they're looking at pornography. Again, that does so much damage that it's not worth it that people are reading.
For example, there is a series of books called The Diary of a Wimpy Kid. Before Kevin was born, I volunteered at an elementary school, and I listened to several kids read me portions of that book. I was horrified. It seemed like the main character did nothing but be mean and disrespectful to people, and it was portrayed as normal and funny. I kept waiting for him to learn some kind of lesson about how it's important to be kind, but he never did. Around the same time, my sister-in-law posted a review of this book. Her son had started reading the books, and when she looked through them, she realized that she needed to go through the books with her son and explain to him why it's not okay to act like the kid in the book. It's hard enough to teach our children basic values like kindness without having books that portray being unkind as funny and normal. Even if these books are entertaining enough that they get kids who normally don't like to read to start reading, I don't think that's worth it because they are being influenced by the book to think that those wrong behaviors are okay.
I think it's also important to realize that books can be pornography, even if there are no pictures. Maybe the "scenes" get people reading, but it also gets them used to thinking that doing that kind of thing is okay, and it excites similar feelings to what people experience when they're looking at pornography. Again, that does so much damage that it's not worth it that people are reading.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
one week in
How's school going?
Well, I'll tell you.
I'm already floundering. Calculus is a lot of work. Surprise, surprise. Mineralogy is getting very little attention at the moment.
I think Kevin is feeling gypped. I'm trying to give him good quality time (which is why I'm already behind), but he still seems to be a little bothered by my studying. He knows it has something to do with that Calculus book I seem to be carrying everywhere, and he's determined to have his revenge on it. That's somewhat unfortunate, since I was rather hoping to sell it back for a decent amount of money.
I guess I didn't realize that over the summer Kevin became more fun to play with. He also wants to be outside a lot and wants to be played with more. I feel sort of bad that sometimes I have to study instead of give him attention.
And now I must get back to the aforementioned Calculus book.
Well, I'll tell you.
I'm already floundering. Calculus is a lot of work. Surprise, surprise. Mineralogy is getting very little attention at the moment.
I think Kevin is feeling gypped. I'm trying to give him good quality time (which is why I'm already behind), but he still seems to be a little bothered by my studying. He knows it has something to do with that Calculus book I seem to be carrying everywhere, and he's determined to have his revenge on it. That's somewhat unfortunate, since I was rather hoping to sell it back for a decent amount of money.
I guess I didn't realize that over the summer Kevin became more fun to play with. He also wants to be outside a lot and wants to be played with more. I feel sort of bad that sometimes I have to study instead of give him attention.
And now I must get back to the aforementioned Calculus book.
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