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One Small Step For a Man…

March 23, 2007 at 12:20pm By: Mr. Wilson Posted in 625 Elm Street

Robert took another major developmental step last night. And by that I mean he literally took a step. Yup, at around 7:15pm last night, Robert took his first steps. And just to prove it wasn’t a fluke, he repeated the feat two more times.

The first time he did it he caught me off-guard. He was standing in front of me—itself a milestone he reached only recently—chewing on a toy. Usually he does one of two things while he is standing: he panics and sits down; or he lunges to the nearest person or couch. This time he did neither. He looked at the couch I was leaning against, took two solid steps, and on the third step he was there. It happened so fast I thought maybe I was calling “steps” what really should have been called “stumbles”. Just for fun, I called up grandma and said, “Hi mom, Robbie and I need a ruling from the judge.” I told her what had happened, and asked, “Did he just walk?” She said that it sure sounded like it. I wasn’t quite convinced that I wasn’t just exaggerating the memory in my mind.

Robert must have sensed my doubt. Determined to prove himself, he took a couple more steps after I got off the phone. But these weren’t very pretty steps. Certainly not as pretty as the first ones.

Right before I started getting him ready for bed I gave Robert one more chance. I stood him on the floor, backed away, and knelt in front of him. Sure enough, boom boom boom, in three steps he was in my arms. And these were good steps. It was confirmed: my son can walk. Sort of.

At ten months and six days he is on the early end of first-steppers, but he isn’t off the bell curve or anything. (According to my mom he’s got me beat by three whole months. Apparently I was quite content to drag myself around on my belly. My sister, on the other hand, took her first steps at ten months.) It seems like he has changed so much in these past six weeks. I can hardly keep up with all of his new abilities and behaviors. His first birthday is two whole months away. I can’t even imagine how much different he’ll be by then.

Unfortunately, The Missus wasn’t home for Robert’s first steps. No worries, though. She doesn’t have to work today, so hopefully Robert will show off his new tricks for mom. Robbie has never been the shy type, so I don’t think it will be a problem.

The Sound of Sleep

March 22, 2007 at 12:30pm By: Mr. Wilson Posted in 625 Elm Street

At this moment I am listening to perhaps the most boring audio recording in the history of audio recordings. (Well, except for anything by John Cage.) It is 8 hours and 8 minutes of the sound of me sleeping. In other words, it’s eight hours of not much of anything.

Why would a guy record himself sleeping? The Missus claims I snore, or breathe heavy, or whistle like a teapot, or something like that. I don’t necessarily doubt that’s true, but sometimes I wonder if her description of the volume of my breathing is a bit ... exaggerated. A couple times she has even accused me of breathing too loud while I was awake and consciously trying not to make a peep. Sometimes I think she just needs to turn down her hearing aids. If she had hearing aids.

More seriously, based on a number of factors I have wondered for years if maybe I have sleep apnea or some mild sleep disorder. An audio recording isn’t exactly the best way to diagnose a sleep disorder, but I figure it’s a start.

So far I haven’t heard anything interesting. I scanned through the recording and I didn’t notice anything too obnoxious. There’s a little light snoring here and there, but nothing that could make the nightstand shake. I’m going to run the file through some audio software to see if I find anything interesting.

And just so this isn’t the most boring thing you read all day, please go read the most boring thing ever written.

Soccer is Back

March 15, 2007 at 12:25pm By: Mr. Wilson Posted in 625 Elm Street

After a looooong break over the winter—I opted not to referee indoor soccer this year—I’ll be back in action today, centering one of the first high school soccer matches of the season. The time off was good for me. Even though physically I’m horribly out of shape now, mentally I feel very refreshed.

I just checked my rules test grade. *sigh* Only 98/100. I missed one because I let my dad talk me into the wrong answer (thanks, dad!). The other dealt with a rule that I don’t agree with, so I halfway answered incorrectly out of spite. On the other hand, I got all of the “mind-reading” questions right this year. Those are questions that are poorly worded and which require you to read the test-writer’s mind if you want to get the right answer. It becomes a matter of “What does the test writer want me to answer?” rather than “What is the strictly correct answer?”. Very annoying.

Will any of you be out at Abbott tonight? I’ll have the center of one of the matches, though I won’t say which one just yet. Come say hi if you’re out there.

I should also mention the big news that I received a Nebraska women’s center coming up in a couple weeks. I am very, very excited. Even though it’s “just” spring ball, it’s still Nebraska. Also, it’s a privilege I will never have during the regular season due to my employment ties. Reffing in the shadow of Memorial Stadium will be a hoot.

Happy Pi Day!

March 14, 2007 at 12:20pm By: Mr. Wilson Posted in 625 Elm Street

It’s Pi Day! How are you celebrating? I plan to enjoy a slice (or two) of The Missus’ famous coma-inducing peanut butter pie. Mmmmm.

Long Lost Sisters

March 9, 2007 at 4:36am By: Mr. Wilson Posted in 625 Elm Street

I happened to catch just a couple minutes of American Idol on TV tonight, just in time to see Sabrina Sloan get the boot.

Sabrina Sloan

Is it just me, or does she look a lot like Ferris Bueller’s sister?

Jennifer Gray

The Fear of Men

March 8, 2007 at 1:20pm By: Mr. Wilson Posted in 625 Elm Street

Looks like Robbie may be entering yet another new phase. He has been a mama’s boy for a while now, but recently he has taken it up a notch. Now he is expressing a general fear or dislike of men. He still likes me, grandpa, and his uncle, but other men: not so much. And really, who can blame him? Men smell funny, their faces are all scratchy, and most men are pretty darn awkward around people Robbie’s size. Meanwhile, women go ga-ga over him. Clearly he just knows what’s good for him. Still, it’s going to take some time for me to get used to Robbie no longer being the “I love everybody” type. *sigh*, my little boy is growing up.

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