Monthly Archives: January 2012

I worked from home today because of reasons, so I tried out being a stay-at-home-dad. Here was my day at home, so far:

  • 5:30 AM: Coffee, e-mail, Tumblr
  • 5:45 AM: First load of laundry
  • 6:30 AM: Prepped tonight’s dinner by pan searing a chunk of meat and throwing it into the crockpot with some carrots, onions, and herbs
  • 6:45 AM: Made lunch for the boy
  • 7:30 AM: Second load of laundry
  • 8:00 AM: Passed the boy to the nanny for school drop off
  • 8:45 AM: Quik-e workout at the gym
  • 9:45 AM: Consumed mango and peach smoothie
  • 10:15 AM: Conference call for work
  • 11:45 AM: More calls and work e-mail
  • 12:45 PM: Had three hard boiled eggs for lunch, plus a banana
  • 12:47 PM: Third load of laundry
  • 1:30 PM: Finished up re-hanging artwork in the living room and in the boy’s room
  • 2:00 PM: Changed light bulbs around the house and replaced batteries in smoke detectors
  • 2:30 PM: More work e-mail and calls
  • 2:45 PM: Vacuumed the entire house
  • 3:15 PM: The nanny brought the boy back home from school
  • 3:30 PM: [redacted]
  • 5:30 PM: Served dinner, pictured above: slow-braised pot roast with carrots and couscous
  • 6:30 PM: Sent busy daddy off to the gym with a short grocery list
  • Currently: Playing with the boy before bath time and bedtime

Where did the day go?

Lazy Monday Bullets:

  • Crazy busy day at work today. Plus, they painted the lobby in my office so I had no idea where I was when I first got there. And I lost my building pass, which is a freakin’ drag.
  • Most of the executive team is in Sao Paulo this week for a global board meeting, so my end of the floor was pretty quiet today. Still couldn’t get much work done, though.
  • I made tandoori chicken curry for dinner. It was awight.
  • Busy daddy and I spent most of the weekend cleaning our house and rearranging furniture and artwork, just for shits and giggles. The boy’s playroom looks fantastic, but our living room now just looks meh.
  • I found a box of photos and negatives from high school while I was cleaning the attic. I’ll have to show you some of the crazy photos later. I don’t remember who most of the people in the pictures are. It’s like looking at someone else’s life.
  • Above, left, a self portrait I drew in high school, back when I had more complicated handwriting; above, right, my senior yearbook portrait. What? So I took my senior portrait with my unicycle and my brother’s cow plushie. Plus, I had really complicated hair, even when I was wearing a stupid hat! So what, who cares?

Apparently some high school students who applied to Vassar for early admission thought they got their wish when they logged on to the college’s website and read an acceptance-slash-welcome letter from the school. Turns out, the letters were a false alarm. The admissions team was “testing” the acceptances announcements and the kids who thought they got into their dream school actually didn’t get in. Sad face.

Typical. Mean, stinkin’ Vassar graduates.

Also, who are Susan and Roberta? Were they the weird chicks who lived in Cushing?

I made chicken katsu curry for dinner tonight, my niece Jessica’s favorite dish that I make for her. Busy daddy said tonight’s was pretty good, which is a high compliment since he’s not a big fan. Almost immediately after dinner, the boy said he was still hungry, so I gave him some leftover spaghetti and meatballs. A few hours later, the boy asked for some buttered gnocchi, so I made some, and while he was still eating his bowl of gnocchi, he asked me (nicely) to make some macaroni and cheese, which he’s eating right now.

Either the boy is going through a growth spurt or he has an intestinal worm. Hard to tell sometimes with this kid.

Even though I got some pastries from the Filipino bakery for later this afternoon, including some Chinese mochi, we ended up getting frozen yogurt for dessert, too. The boys got dark chocolate frozen yogurt with sour gummy worms (as well as some orange slices for the boy). Both boys think it’s ice cream not frozen yogurt, but I won’t tell them if you won’t.

After lunch, we stopped by the Filipino bakery to pick up some treats. Busy daddy asked the lady behind the counter if Filipino people celebrated the Lunar New Year. The lady said, “Sure we do. Are you Chinese or Vietnamese?” I said, Yes. Busy daddy asked, “Do you have any special Filipino desserts for New Year?” The lady said, “We have these,” as she pointed out some mochi cakes. I asked, Are these Filipino?, meaning a Filipino version of mochi. The lady said, “No, they’re from your country.” I said, Um, I think mochi is Japanese not Chinese. The lady said, “Same difference.” I said, OK, but I was thinking, Oh no she didn’t!

Eddie K is spending the day with the Busy-Lazy Family, while designing daddy runs errands. Busy daddy and I took the boys to get Vietnamese food for lunch. Considering that it’s the week of Tet, we expected the restaurant to to be packed, but it was surprisingly empty. The boys did a good job eating their lunch. The food was yum!

After dropping off busy daddy at the yoga studio, the boy and I ran some errands, including a quik-e stop at Trader Joe’s. Getting out of the car, the boy asked me if it was Winter or Spring. I said, It’s Winter; Spring is still a few months away. The boy asked, “Then how come it’s so sunny?” I said, Global warming. The boy said, “Warming is good, right?” I said, It depends on whether or not you want the human race to be around for a short time or a long time. The boy said, “I wish it would snow in Winter.”

Meanwhile, I like shopping at Trader Joe’s as much as the next suburban dad, but I’m convinced that there’s something fishy going on there. Why are the prices so cheap? Are they using slave labor or paying slave wages? How come the packaged foods are so cheap? Are they made with suspect ingredients? It’s all very confounding to me.

One of the benefits of belonging to a gym that’s open 24/7 is that I can work out anytime I want. I mean, if I’m (barely) awake at the crack of dawn on Sunday anyway, why not put that time to good use? Plus, I really do like working out with the olds because they are just as tired and resentful of being at the gym as I am.

I woke up this morning with a giant zit in the middle of my forehead. I blame designing daddy because, well, just because. I like to think that I’m developing a third eye, which brings me that much closer to enlightenment.

Today’s workout:

  • 1.5 miles on the treadmill
  • 40 pull-ups
  • 40 push-ups
  • 20 Burpees-to-pull-ups
  • 30 shoulder presses
  • 20 bicep curls

Afterward, I spent some time in the whirlpool. An older dude asked me, “Hey, did that hurt?” I said, What? He said, “Your tattoos.” I said, It depends on what you mean by hurt. He said, “It looks like it hurt.” I said, Depends on if you’re into that kind of thing. And then he scooted as far away from me as possible in the whirlpool. It’s nice to make new friends.