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< > December 2004

• Sat, Dec 11, 2004 7:17 PM

  so today was our first foray to Disneyland, which was awesome and i'll tell you about it some time when i've got 30 minutes of actual peaceful time to write.
  
  what's on my mind at the minute, however, is my daughter's newfound understanding that this world is not all good, and that there are complex emotions. today, at disneyland, i pointed out the wicked witch, who poked her head out from behind some curtains from a distant room on the 2nd floor of Fantasyland. kaya was obsessed, and spent more than a few minutes watching, trying to comprehend why this scary woman was looking at her, and hiding. it stayed in her mind, perhaps longer than any other single event of this day, and then tonight, after our bath, she asked me why the wicked witch was so sad. i didn't really have any answer prepared, and the best i could muster was "well, all people aren't happy all the time. some people are happy, and some are sad." she seemed to want to help the wicked witch, although she also seemed to want to steer clear of the wicked witch.
  
  it's fascinating, and awfully powerful, to watch your kid unravel this world. it's incredible to see the cracks open up in her brain, and entirely new emotions and experiences come flooding in, forever altering her personality. it's addictive, poetic, and yet it's sad as you watch their complete innocence and naivete give way to street smarts.
  
  what an amazing day.

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• Thu, Dec 9, 2004 11:13 PM

  ok, so i've gone MIA. i'm officially too overwhelmed to keep my blog up to date. bad doug, bad. no donut for you.
  
  anyway, what is oh so true is that i, for once in my life, can declare that i am happy. satisfied. content. i'm not sure what to do with this new coat, as it's not my ordinary look, but between my wonderful wife who's handling our new son with grace and love, my fascinating daughter and all sorts of good things happening in my life, the pessimist in me can't find alot of material.
  
  so that's really all i got for now. i'm swamped, buried, exhausted, and happy. more details on the incredible adventures of kaya and zade soon.

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