I don't say it enough (or perhaps I never have) but I admire the hell out of Jimminy. He gets it done, even though half the time I have no idea what he's doing. And in a world of people who constantly brag about "keeping it real" he just does it.
"If you are holding this book in your hand, whether you bought it with money or just picked it up and ran to the car, you've made a good choice. Toddlers are misunderstood and the one in your life is probably disappointed in you. Read this book if you want to get better at what should be your number one priority: making your small child happy"
it's bittersweet being at work now. I'm working on projects I'm actually interested in (which hasn't been the case for awhile) and jazzed about, learning new software and feeling more engaged than I have for years, yet now it's all on a timer... it's just bizarre.
I got to unwrap my birthday gifts this morning at 2am and 6am courtesy of the little person. They were still fresh, he is so thoughtful that way. I am still awaiting the marching bands and dancing girls.
One of the good parts about living in LA County is the different folks we're surrounded by. Four interviews for help with baby so far and four different nationalities. Which is what I'd expect since just our street is 30% white, 20% black, 20% hispanic, 20% asian, 5% old old people, and 5 % the strange dude who never comes out.