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Playing Hookie

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Today I had Claire to myself. Grace had asked for a week off to take her family to Orlando while her kids were still out of school for the summer. With Kit on a tough rotation and short on vacation, I would have had to take the whole week off myself to watch Claire. But I could not absorb a week off from work so suddenly. As a compromise, I am taking Thursday and Friday off to give Grace and her family a four day weekend for their trip. So it’s just me and Clair for two days.

Claire started out a little groggy today, so I thought I was in for a tough day. Usually a groggy Claire is not a happy Claire. But I knew that as long as she was doing or looking at something interesting, she would be ok. No problem. Fun for her is fun for me.

Thanks to another of Kit’s great ideas, we have a yearly membership to Zoo Atlanta, so we can just waltz in any time we want to without paying a nickel. We showed up at the zoo right when it opened at 9:30 am. I was anxious to go since I had missed the last couple of trips to the zoo, opting to “go running and stuff” instead. Kit had been happy with this arrangement since it gave her and Claire have some valuable “face time” together during Kit’s tough month.

Claire might have been the only kid at the zoo without a stroller. Letting Claire walk generally works out alright, although she needs little steering or else she ends circling back on herself a lot. We started out at the “mingos” near the entrance, and we moved on to the “ephelants”. But Claire’s favorite attraction today was not any bird or large African game, or even a monkey. It was the hand washing stations, which are scattered throughout the zoo. She really loves to wash her hands at home. She has even gone so far as to drag a step stool across the house, carefully navigating over the dog gate and into the bathroom, so she could climb up and wash her hands. But the zoo faucets are extra fun because they are motion-activated. She just sticks her hand in the sink, and it sprays a little stream on her hand. Then she giggles a lot and make it go some more. This is probably one of the coolest things Claire can imagine right now. After I drag her away from the sink, she spends a few more minutes maniacally running her hands under the hand dryer, which is also motion-activated. It blows hot air when she waves her hands under it. To Claire at the moment, all this is way cooler than some smelly elephant.

Later, as we wandered past the kangaroos, the zoo’s little train chugged by, startling Claire at first with its loud rumbling engine. Once she realized it was a “choo choo train”, just like Thomas the Train, she began to literally ran after it. I had to run and scoop her up before she made it to the tracks or crashed into a gaggle of kids from some sort of summer camp. But I promised her we would find that train again.

We slowly made our way across the zoo to the train area, visiting hand washing stations along the way. Once we got there, we had to burn a little time at the playground before the train’s ticket booth opened. The playground was fun, but apparently feeling that her basic pants and shirt were not quite appropriate for this situation, Claire repeatedly requested the “play suit” that Noni Harriet had made for her.

After a little while, we got our $2 train ticket and headed for the station. Claire was excited to see the train, and pointed out that the Braves had sponsored one of the passenger cars. But she stiffened up a bit when we actually got on it. She kind of had a look like, “You can do that? Actually get on a train?” The little train seats were perfectly Claire sized, but she opted to sit in my lap, which was probably wise anyways. We were the only people on the train when it left the station. Once it picked up some speed and we got a nice breeze, Claire was finally smiling and talking and pointing out all the different animals she saw.

After about three minutes, we were back at the station. Fifteen kids were there waiting for the next train ride. I guess we were real trend setters today. As we walked away from the train, we passed a running zoo themed merry-go-round. Seeing all the kids riding on the backs of (plastic) lions and ostriches, Claire said “Cowboy! Cowboy!” I think she knows cowboys from our big “Texas Inside Out” book that we sometimes read/show to Claire.

We were both pretty hot, thirsty, hungry, and generally tuckered out by the morning’s adventures. After lunch and cool drinks at Sonny’s, we headed home and played bubbles and jumping games in the back yard, followed by dancing to An Old Navy Christmas inside. Then Claire settled in for some some quiet reading alone. It has been a fun day with Claire, and it’s still only 2:00. I would normally be joining a weekly “Public IP MLFR Development Status Meeting” on the phone right now. Instead, I get to play with Claire and tuck her in for her nap soon. Maybe giving Grace these two days off was not a bad deal after all.

Zurikoo and the Deathly Hallows

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This morning we went to Borders for story time, which is at 11:00 every Saturday. Besides just being something fun to do, we are hoping this will help Claire become more comfortable in large groups of unruly kids. Granted, aside from the occasional kid hopping around the story circle, the kids are not that unruly, but there certainly are lots of them, from little babies to school-aged kids.

Coincidentally, the last Harry Potter book also comes out today, so we half expected some sort of mad house at the book store. Entering the store, the mad house turned out to be only a guy at a card table with a clipboard and a highlighter, distributing Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows to people who had pre-ordered it. Kit had ordered it on Amazon already, so we expected to see it on our doorstep sometime today.

We made it upstairs to the children’s book section for story time. In the past, Claire has generally opted to sit in my lap and listen during story time, usually getting up to explore and mix with the other kids only in the last five minutes or so. This time around, Claire was mixing it up sooner, doing some nice dancing and stomping during Miss Wendy’s more upbeat sings like “Driving in My Car” and “Wheels on the Bus”. Then she would clap enthusiastically and retreat back to my lap during the book readings or quieter songs like “These Are My Glasses”. After this happened a couple of times, Kit said I should “get smaller” so Claire would actually sit in her own lap sometimes. Apparently my lap was too cushiony and expansive, and it overpowered Kit’s lap for sitting comfort. I managed to scrunch up some, although I was quite uncomfortable. But it did the trick, as Claire hopped in Kit’s lap (and I got to loosen up again).

After story time, another mom came up and told us in a thick accent that Claire “Looks just like Zurikoo”. “Excuse me?”, I said. The lady said more clearly this time, “She looks just like Suri Cruise.” I don’t know, I think Claire might be a little cuter than Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes’ kid. Well, maybe it’s a toss up.

After we got home, the Harry Potter book magically showed up on our doorstep with special instructions for Muggles like our mailman. Now we finally have the full series, consisting of several thousand pages, that Kit plans to eventually read to Claire. I hope Claire likes Harry Potter!

Popular Kid

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With Reese’s family at home taking care of new little baby Davis, Grace has been coming over to our house to watch Claire. Sometimes Grace’s daughter Julianna (sp?) comes over as well, and they have a lot of fun together.

It used to be just me and Muffin (and Daisy in spirit) down in the basement in a quiet house during the day. Now, there are as many of four people upstairs, and various parents and spouses coming and going. I hear the muted sounds of kids stomping around, giggling, and screaming, and the infamous Tigger scooter (from my parents) playing “Camp Town Races” all day above me as I work. Sometimes there are quiet periods when they are playing outside, napping, or watching TV. Reese’s favorite show is Caillou, and of course it is now one of Claire’s favorites by proxy.

When I go upstairs to get a drink or use the bathroom, it is always a very fun, nice scene. Claire is sometimes entertaining Grace and/or Juliana with her words: “Baby! Reesie! Rain! Rain! Mingo! (for flamingo) Kitty! Kitty!”. If Reese is around, she might be sort of playing with him or messing with one of his toys.

Today we had a big thunderstorm in the late afternoon, and we lost power. After everyone left, it was just me and Claire in a quiet, dark house. Kit is on a tough rotation, and we would miss her for dinner. With no way to cook, we went to Moe’s for dinner. We had the usual, a John Coctostan for me, and a Mini Me for Claire. I am a regular, and they guys at Moe’s sort of know Claire too. They also asked about Kit. During all of this, Claire was flirting with one of the really nice Moe’s guys. When we sat down with our quesadillas, he came and sat down with us for a few minutes, mostly to admire Claire.

When we got back home, Claire saw Melissa across the street and said “Lissa! Lissa!”, so we had to go pay her a visit. Claire proudly showed her belly to Melissa and asked about her kitty cat, Marmalade. Kit got home around 7:00 to play and cuddle with Claire a little bit, and to do her bedtime routine.

Somehow Claire already has something of a social life. She has managed to put together a nice cadre of friends, and is never in want of someone to admire her. And just like with the Peachtree Road Race, Claire is also helping to get me into the mix.

Peachtree Road Race 2007

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Today I ran down the middle of Peachtree Road from Buckhead to Piedmont Park with 55,000 other people. I was part of the world’s largest 10k fun run, the Peachtree Road Race. This was actually my first fun run since I was a kid, when I would only occasionally tag along on runs with Dad and Tim.

Technically, it took me two and a half hours to run/walk the 6.2 mile course through the heart of Atlanta. The actual time was not as bad as it sounds. I spent an hour and a half at the starting line, near the Borders where we take Claire for story time with Miss Wendy on Saturdays. I was waiting for 50,000 runners to get going ahead of me. I had made the mistake of entering in the “casual runner and walker” section, which put me in the last section of the race, the “heart and soul of the Peachtree” someone said on a loudspeaker as we finally crossed the starting line. I could have gone a little quicker if there weren’t so many slow people in my way!

That’s nice, you may say, but this is Claire’s blog. What does this have to do with Claire?

Well, in a way, she got me into the race. You see, the first two years we lived in Atlanta, we ignored the Peachtree Road Race entirely, even though it runs only a mile or two from our house. Last year, because we had Claire to entertain and did not have the viable option of sitting around the house on our keesters, we went to watch the race from the sidelines in Peachtree Hills. It was amazing to watch the sea of humanity pass down Peachtree Road, all types of people sweating, smiling, some in costumes, many dumping water on their own heads. I was impressed, and I said aloud that it would be fun to actually do the race next year, before we (maybe) move. Of course, I was not in running shape, and it seemed basically impossible to run six miles. Besides, just getting a number in the race was tough. It was just a nice (abstract) comment.

A few months later, Kit showed up with an application from the Emory hospital. I could get into the race as an Emory spouse. How could I pass this up?

After a very untimely knee injury and the ensuing three week “accelerated” training regimen (at nights after Claire was asleep), I finally made it to the Peachtree sort of in shape and had lots of fun in the race. If not for Claire getting us out of the house, we would have never seen the big race much less been in it. Thanks, Claire, for getting me off my butt.