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alex's life book

  • In early 2006, I began creating a life book for my daughter, Alex. Click here for links to articles describing my experience.
  • And for those of you who are more digitally inclined, in late 2006, I recreated key pages of Alex's lifebook for an article I wrote for AlphaMom, using Scrapblog.

    You can see the final digital result (and leave comments, if you'd like!) here.

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alex, party of one

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Taken this morning. Where the hell did my baby go?

So today I had my very first parent-teacher conference. Do you believe this? Alex is old enough now that I have parent-teacher conference.

To be honest, I went to the conference without much in the way of expectations. Alex's school isn't very large, so I usually see her teacher, T, at least a couple of times a week when I drop her off. Incidentally, I love T -- she's a wonderfully warm, obviously gifted teacher. Generally, I ask how Alex is doing, and T generally says she's doing great. And as I would've guessed, today T said that Alex is showing progress in most every skill. Academically (as "academic" as a preschool gets), Alex is doing fine.

"What I do want to work with her on, however, is socialization," said T.

"Socialization? What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well... I want her to make a friend. She hasn't made any friends."

I looked at her, confused. "She... hasn't? That's strange. I would've never described Alex as shy."

"Oh no! She's definitely not shy," T said quickly. "It's ... I don't know. I just want her to make a friend. It's important. She tends to play by herself a lot. I want to see her engage the other kids."

The thing is...T's right. Alex doesn't play with other kids her age. She never really has. Don't get me wrong: Alex loves children -- as soon as she sees a group of children playing, she'll rush over to them -- and then be fully content just to watch them play, with smile on her face, laughing when they laugh. But she rarely joins in. If she's playing with a toy, and another child walks over and shows interest, Alex will often gamely offer the toy to them with a smile, and then walk off to look for something else to play with. She loves playing in the company of other children, she's just not all that interested in playing with them. It's almost like she regards children like you or I would -- they're lovely, and charming, and so much fun to be around -- but they're kids.

Conversely, Alex likes nothing more than being around adults. She'll stare up adoringly at any new grown-up, smiling engagingly, almost willing them to smile back. When friends come over, she wants the parents to come see her room, and their kids can come along if they'd like. "I want to go talk to Uncle Michael," she'll often whisper to me at a party, and when I respond, "Well, I'm sure Uncle Michael would love to talk to you," she quickly runs over and grins at him, hoping he'll notice and say something. It's like she can't wait to fully grasp the art of conversation.

T strongly recommends that I organize more play dates for Alex, and I certainly see no harm in doing so. But there's a part of me -- the annoying My Child Can Do No Wrong part of me, perhaps? -- that sort of thinks that her affinity for adults and bemusement at children is just kind of Her Thing, and not necessarily something that needs to be "fixed." I mean, by all accounts Alex is a happy, confident, well-behaved, independent kid who really enjoys school -- she's actually disappointed on the weekends, when I tell her that the school is closed. Obviously, I'm biased, but she seems content and well-adjusted to me.

What do you guys think? Is this something to be overly concerned about?

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okay, look at her version of the costume, and then quick! avert your eyes! -- NOW UPDATED!

So, we compromised.

As Halloween drew closer, it became oh-so-clear that neither of us were going to budge ... much ... so we decided that she would wear both her costume idea and mine at the same time.

So first, I present to you Alex's version of the costume. Here she is, as the ever-adorable, ever-kind, and ever-loving Dorothy of the Wizard of Oz, and her ever-faithful, ever-loyal lapdog, Toto:

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*yawn*

And now....

... the most ghoulish, frightening, and truly horrifying character ever to ... well ... be ghoulish, frightening and truly horrifying, I present to you:

EVIL DOROTHY AND HER HOUND FROM HELL, PIT-BULL TOTO!!

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THE HORROR! THE HORROR!

What? Oh, come on! That's so totally frightening!

(Happy Halloween, everybody!)

UPDATE: Well, I'm a big enough person to admit when I'm wrong: the official decision of which version is the better costume has come in. The lovely Heather from Turner Broadcasting contacted me early this morning, and asked permission to put Endearing Dorothy on CNN Headline News! It apparently just aired at 7:27 a.m. Eastern Time -- and might be on again at 9:27 a.m. as well.

So Alex's first 15 minutes seconds of fame -- how cool is that? Ironically, we don't have cable, so I haven't seen it (although, a minute ago my parents called MOST excitedly to let me know they saw their grandchild on CNN). Incidentally, if anyone happened to catch it, record it, and can send a screen shot of it, you'll be my total hero -- and if I use it on Chookooloonks, I promise to give you credit, and may even have to find a little something Trinidadian to send you as a token of my gratitude.

Ain't that somethin'?

UPDATE #2: Looks like Alex got pre-empted for the 9:27 a.m. spot, by another cute costume-wearer. Them's the breaks, kid.

Anyway, thanks for all your kind words -- and Happy Halloween again, everyone!

the all-hallow's-eve eve battle of mother-daughter wills

It begins.

If you've been reading this blog for a while, you know that when it comes to Halloween, I am of the scarier-the-better ilk. After all, what could be more terrifying than Alex's first Halloween costume, the Killer Bunny from Monty Python and the Holy Grail? And by "scarier," I exclude, of course, her costume of last year, the Homicidal Butterfly -- seriously, what is more frightening?

Nothing, I say. Nothing.

Of course, the pressure to exceed last year's Horror Quotient is damned near unbearable. The situation, however, is seriously worsened by the fact that Alex is now 2-1/2 years old, and thus at an age where her temperament is accompanied by her desire to exercise her Own Free Will. She, therefore, has her own ideas of what she'd like to be for Halloween, and let me tell you, her ideas are rather disappointing, to say the least. She'd rather have something endearing. Can you imagine? "Endearing," for Halloween!

As such, we have currently locked horns as to what her disguise will be for October 31st, the most ghoulish of all days. I have made it very clear what I wish her to be, she's taken an equally hard stand on what she insists her costume entail. Marcus is just trying to avoid us at all costs.

What will happen? Will Karen, as is her right as materfamilias, be victorious? Will Alex, in her limitless cuteness, conquer all? Will Marcus finally give up and move out, in search of, you know, a normal wife?

Stay tuned ... only the Shadow knows for sure.

one child and one mummy left behind

This evening, Marcus took his friend Nathan to Tobago, so that the two of them could enjoy the sand and surf for a few days. They are, therefore, leaving me alone with this face...

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...and honestly? I can't say I mind so much.

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sunday naptime

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"TWO LITTLE MONKEYS, JUMPING ON THE BED!"

"Alex, go to sleep."

"ONE FELL OFF AND BUMPED! HER! HEAD!"

"Alex, I'm not playing, GO TO SLEEP."

"MAMA CALLED THE DOCTOR AND THE DOCTOR SAID..."

"Girlie, you're gonna need a doctor if you don't LIE DOWN AND GO TO SLEEP!"

"Sorry Mummy."

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off for a sunday morning swim ...

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...would it be stating the obvious to say that I fear her teenage years?

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a clear and present danger of turning this website into all things bob marley

This morning, I am convinced Alex was channeling The Ghost of Bob Marley.* The entire way to school, she sang his songs at the top of her lungs. Since those of you out there in Internetland cannot actually hear my little cherub belting out The Wailers' Greatest Hits, I shall once again attempt to convey to you how bad beautiful it sounds:

"mmmmfFALO SOLJAH!
mmmmlocked raSTA!
BuFALO SOLJAH!
BORN IN AMERICA!!"

(She knows that last line well because she knows that she, too, was BORN IN AMERICA.)

When I finally dropped her off at school (thus making her dulcet tones her teacher's issue), I sped home and went for a run. The second reason I know The Ghost of Bob Marley was close to us today is because as soon as I walked through the gates of our complex and stepped onto our street, the distinct smell of marijuana suddenly hit me in the face, even though as far as I could tell I was alone on the road.

And frankly, I couldn't help laughing to myself.

Every little thing is gonna be all right, indeed.


* Not to be confused with The Ghost of Jacob Marley. Wrong season, after all.

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distracting you with the cute (aka the oldest ploy in the book)

So, several of you have asked about my new job -- what it is, who I'm working for, that sort of thing. And my darlings, I promise I would tell you if only it didn't violate my Number 1 Rule in Blogging: I never write about my workplace (even when my workplace is actually an IKEA-dining-table-cum-desk in my bedroom). Still, it does seem annoyingly coy of me, doesn't it? So I'll tell you this much, and then let us never speak of it again:

1. According to Certain Reputable Sources, the company I'm working for is Even Larger than my former employer, Very Large Corporation (ColossoCorp?).

2. My title is "Associate Producer."

3. Ultimately, I would've never gotten this job if it weren't for the fact that a little over two-and-a-half years ago, I started a small personal website called "Chookooloonks."

Any more than that, my little kumquats, you shall not get out of me. In the meantime, however, in the manner of that time-honoured Jedi Mind Trick of the inimitable Obi Wan Kenobi, I show you, instead, pictures of Alex taken this morning before she went to school:

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Incidentally, the dress Alex is wearing in these pictures is the most recent one made by my mother, who claims that she can't sew. She swears this even after making a considerable percentage of the dresses my sister and I wore as children, and churning out an impressive number for our daughters, as well.

Mom, no one's buying the "I can't sew" schtick from you anymore. Just sayin'.

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speaking of going through old photographs...

.... March 3rd, 2004 (just over a minute old) =

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... October 5th, 2006 (just over 2-1/2 years old, a mere 31 months later) =

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... mind = boggled.

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of beaches, brides and bathrooms

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Alex, laughing at breakfast this morning before we left for our flight home.

We're back from Barbados, where we attended our friends' wedding. Barbados is only about a 1/2 hour flight from Trinidad, so it's really sort of sad we haven't visited sooner -- it is a beautiful country. See evidence of its beauty, Sean & Chanelle's wedding and the fun we had here.

But before I go, a story: Ever since Alex has been potty trained, she's been a little disconcerted as to how to relieve herself when we're on the beach, due to (a) the scarcity of public facilities, and (b) the general nastiness of public facilities. And so, like any good mother would, I've been showing her how to go to the water's edge, dip her bum into the small waves, and pee (oh stop, you'd do the same).

On Saturday, while we were at the considerably populated beach in front of our hotel, Alex had to go. I took her to the water, sat her down on her haunches, and she did her thing.

Inspired by her performance, I took her back to her father, and said, "Stay with Daddy. It's Mummy's turn." I returned to the ocean, swam past the breakers, did my business and eventually returned to the shore. When I reached the lounge chairs, Marcus was smiling at me.

"Did you hear your daughter calling you?"

"No, I didn't."

His grin widened.

"While you were out there, your little cherub was screaming loud enough for everyone to hear:

'SQUAT, MUMMY!!! YOU HAVE TO SQUAT!!!'"

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