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Mon, Jan 24, 2005 10:54 PM
so there hasn't been much to say about zade in the last few months, only because, relative to kaya, he's got a limited repetoire of eating, pooping and sleeping. but, i must say, that's all starting to change now, and he's turning into quite the happy, zen baby. i swear he's like the buddha - i find myself sneaking into his room while he naps in his swing, and just watching him in peace, hands awkwardly at his sides, content as could be.

he really, really is a good-looking kid, and of course, i'm not biased at all. he's got this piercing stare, and there's just some calming gentleness and serenity about him that i find addictive.

all that from a kid who can't even sit up yet. not bad!

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Sun, Jan 16, 2005 7:40 PM
don't ask me why, but i've decided on the song i'd like to hear if/when kaya gets married and i get a father/daughter dance with her.

Damien Rice, "The Blower's Daughter"

And so it is
Just like you said it would be
Life goes easy on me
Most of the time
And so it is
The shorter story
No love, no glory
No hero in her sky

I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes...

And so it is
Just like you said it should be
We'll both forget the breeze
Most of the time
And so it is
The colder water
The blower's daughter
The pupil in denial

I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes...

Did I say that I loathe you?
Did I say that I want to
Leave it all behind?

I can't take my mind off of you
I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind off of you
I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind...
My mind...my mind...
'Til I find somebody new

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Wed, Jan 5, 2005 3:40 PM
and now, the exciting conclusion to Z&K story #526: The Poop Thunder-Rumble (Part Deux).

when we left off, i had finished cleaning up zade's poop, which was now mostly absorbed by the right pants leg of my jeans, anyway.

let's fast-forward to about 30 minutes later, as the family arrives home and cho and i belatedly realize that kaya hasn't pooped in THREE DAYS. now, she's only been potty trained for about 1.5 weeks, so we're all a bit uncertain as to what actually happens when a 2.5 year old needs to pitch a loaf.

what was evident is that kaya was getting grumpy fast, which, if you know the other female members of my family, is a sure sign that she needs to poop (or get a tea tree oil massage from a white-turban-wearing-Sikh, but that's another story). i put kaya down on the "little girl potty", assuming she would pull out the sunday new york times, think about her day, do her business and we'd move on. kaya, however, seemed to have an issue with anything coming out of her butt, and insisted that i sit next to hear and read Ollie and The Big Horn repeatedly while she worked out her little brown man.

what i learned about poop that day is that poop, underwater, doesn't smell all that bad. poop, exposed to air, for example in a plastic little kiddie potty, really stinks. i was sitting about 12 inches away from the kiddie potty, where kaya was trying to push out yet more poop, and i was overwhelmed by the smell.

apparently, kaya was too, because she stood up and screamed frantically "all done! put my pants on!" there seemed to be something especially frantic about her cry, but i just assumed that she, like i, wanted to get the hell away from that smell. however, i had to wipe her butt first, and so i lied her down so i could just make sure all was OK. when i did, i noticed that she was MIDWAY through pushing out a second brown man (!!!) and she started to scream "put my pants on! put my pants on!". meanwhile, the little man was making for the bathroom rug.

within .5 seconds, the following dialogue went through my head:

"OK, she's pooping and she wants to poop in her pants...i'm not supposed to make an issue about pooping, but it can't be healthy to poop in your pants, can it? she's won't sit on the little girl potty, and i shouldn't force her to do anything...if only i had read that book "The Happiest Pooping Baby On The Block" on chona's nightstand, i'd know what to do! shit!"

i decided on a curveball...while kaya insisted that she would not poop in the little girl potty, she had said nothing about her dora-toilet-seat-on-the-big-potty, so i ran with her in my arms (yes, the second time that night that i had one of my children pooping on me) into her room and plopped her on the toilet, just in time to hear a resounding splash into the toilet.

in perhaps a fitting conclusion to the entire event, she looked up at me with her gorgeous brown eyes and said "daddy? no flush." she was so proud of her accomplishment that she wanted to keep it.

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Wed, Jan 5, 2005 2:59 PM
come, children, sit and listen to Z&K story #526: The Poop Thunder-Rumble (Part I).

not long ago, in a place not far from here, your hero (read: me) took his family out for a pleasant early evening meal. this being los angeles in january, the darkening clouds looked ominously constipated, as if they were just waiting for the 36-second transition from minivan to overcooked-pasta-chain-with-wagon-wheel-pasta to unlease their fury on my vulnerable, hungry family. perhaps more surprisingly, there were flashes of lightning, followed by distant rumbles of thunder, something that may seem normal to most people but something only seen in megaplexes here in sunny Los Angeles.

Kaya, who had recently learned of the existince of "thunderumble" during her 86th viewing of The Sound Of Music (think Julie Andrews in nightgown singing "My Favorite Things"), astutely pointed out this meterological condition as we sat down to eat, and then said "ooohh...wagon wheel pasta!". ah, if only i had seen the signs.

trying to be the good father, i volunteered to put zade on my knee and bounce him repeatedly up and down throughout the ENTIRE dinner. while his brain was likely being liquified into a pasty goo, his overall expression was placid, with a zen-like look of "yes, the world is actually better when you're bouncing at 120BPM (bounces-per-minute)." armed with an endless supply of highly-caffinated iced tea and an acute case of ADD, the bouncing wasn't going to be a problem for me, as long as zade didn't mind a little italian appetizer landing on his head from time to time.

the meal was nice, pleasant even, as long as you overlook the fact that the 'autentic italian kitchen' at Louise's puts out an Oriental Chicken Salad. but then, as the last wagon wheels were rolling down kaya's shirt, i heard more thunder. "uh oh", i thought, "it's going to be raining when we get outside". then i realized that the thunder was coming from inside the restaurant - specifically, my right leg.

it appears that the bouncing of my son had triggered his large intestine into action, a subsequent loosening of his spinchter, and so he pooped in what was essentially a 10-second-long wet fart. what was remarkable was that this wet poop somehow completely avoided his diaper, as if magnetically opposed, then snaked past his onesie and made for the gap between the buttons in his terrycloth duckie pajamas.

my reaction went from "how cute - zade farted" to holding up my son to the heavens as yellow/green poop streamed onto my leg, the floor, and the remains of my authentic italian Chinese Chicken Salad.

my ever-loving wife jumped to the rescue by raising her index finger and saying "go change him in the car." i went outside, where it of course was now raining, and walked to the minivan.

i'll abridge this part and simply say that a 34-year-old back plus a very low rear seat plus a disgusting poop makes a very unpleasant, if painful, changing situation. perhaps worse was that my son's precious privates were exposed to the 45-degree air, prompting his testicles to return to their comfortable summer home near his stomach. i expect we'll see them again around april.

but wait - the poops were only beginnging...(continue to part 2)

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Sat, Jan 1, 2005 9:01 PM
Overheard today in the car on the way home from the museum today:

Kaya: "Mommy, mommy, I can't breathe!"
Mommy: "Well maybe you should let go of your nose."

Kaya: "Roseanne says that kira and I have to make conversation. It smells like popsicles."

Kaya: Mommy, where is Kira?"
Mommy: "Kira's in front of us."
Kaya: "And we're behind her."
(pause)
Kaya: "Are you kidding, mommy?"

Kaya: (cries): "I hurt my bone. It's kinda bleeding."

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