Random stuff

Last night we took Alan to the park. Mark goes to me someone said hi to him. I realized it was Shane from his daycare. I also saw his mom there…but realized that although I know Shane, and ride the bus with his mom – I don’t know her name. I only know a few children in the daycare by name and only one of the parents (a former neighbor). That’s sad.

Afterwards I ran to Shoprite to print a photo of the 3 of us as it was mentioned on the newsletter to bring in photos for family week (of course that one was 6 months old, I never get all of us together). But the machine was down. Fortunately I found 2 photos taken last fall I’d had printed (including one with my MIL). I must remember to take more photos and print them. I haven’t taken a lot lately as he’s got yet another scrape on his face – sigh.

While Alan was getting into his PJ’s last night he turned on TV – the bedroom tv stays on channel 13 to watch Sesame Street in the AM. They had some sort of documentary about Ed Sullivan on. Alan and I both happened to catch Jim Morrison performing with the Doors (in color). Alan seemed to like it, and I noticed Jim was cute. And he had VERY tight leather pants on.

Alan also got out of the bathtub on his own last night. Mark offered him a cookie – that did it. I figured if he could get over the submarine hatches, he could get out of the tub without help. And this AM I realized I should put the step stool by the tub and he’ll get in by himself I bet.

I had an interesting experience yesterday testing software. I was testing something that add/updates records in a table. I tested adding invalid data – got all the expected errors. Tried adding something that was already there – got the expected error also. But when trying to add a NEW record or update an existing one, it failed. I’d figure they’d test the POSITIVE case. Oh well, stuff like that keeps me in my job!

This morning Alan insisted on hanging on to the Thomas catalogue (a sheet with all the products on it) when he went to school. He wouldn’t leave it home, or in the car. His teacher ended up taking it away from him when we are at school. I put it in his backpack – but he got hysterical. I feel bad, but it would get lost or wrecked at school and Alan would even be more upset. He studies that sheet SO carefully; I’ve remarked sarcastically (which goes over his head) that there will be a quiz!

So what was it?

When my bus got to Port Authority this morning, we sat just inside the terminal. I heard the fire alarm (strobes and buzzing). Buses left, but I still saw people waiting inside. Buses stopped coming in (even in the other lane) after a bit. We finally convinced the bus driver to let us out – we went down in the terminal – no one stopped us. I saw people doing the usual stuff, but smelled burnt toast. As I left I saw some firefighters strolling in – asked them what was up – they said nothing. Saw fire trucks outside, a police copter was overhead and more police than usual were there. Asked one of the policemen what was up. He said nothing was. When I got to my office a colleague confirmed he saw smoke in the terminal. But there were no announcements at all. Weird.

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How do you?

Convince a 2 year old to keep a bandaid on?

I've tried getting special bandaids - Sponge Bob ones, but that didn't work.

I've put the "New Skin" liquid bandage on because I can't get anything else work. He scratched a bug bite on his head and I don't want it infected.

Alan is so anti-bandaid, he even took of my post blood test bandaid a while back!

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