{"id":810,"date":"2010-08-18T22:04:27","date_gmt":"2010-08-19T03:04:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/zimmerscope.com\/Verbisaurus\/?p=810"},"modified":"2010-08-18T22:04:27","modified_gmt":"2010-08-19T03:04:27","slug":"crush-soup-cigar-pass","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/zimmerscope.com\/Verbisaurus\/2010\/08\/crush-soup-cigar-pass\/","title":{"rendered":"Crush Soup Cigar Pass"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Sunday, 15 August 2010<\/strong><br \/>\nSome friends came over today. We first met at Buca for lunch, which pretty much made up for the bland crap I had a Ruby Tuesday lat time I went out to eat. So, good for me and my taste buds.<br \/>\nLater, they came over to our house and, right before they left, Owen whispered into my ear and said he wanted to give their daughter a hug goodbye. So I said to the little girl that Owen wanted to give her a hug goodbye, and she consented. Then I asked Owen if he wanted to hug anyone else goodbye (since our friends also have two sons), but he said he didn\u2019t want to.<br \/>\nAww, cute. I think he has a crush.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Monday, 16 August 2010<\/strong><br \/>\nA few good things today:<br \/>\nFirst: I&#8217;m happy to announce that we&#8217;ve gone 48 hours without any cat puke to clean up. Also, I never thought I&#8217;d say this, but I was happy to see some poop in the litter box, too. This is great because it means food is going in the font end, staying in, and then coming out the back end. I&#8217;m so glad because any other scenario wouldn&#8217;t have been good at all (e.g., putting the cat to sleep, spending hundreds of dollars at the vet to figure out what&#8217;s wrong&#8230;).<br \/>\nSecond: Some friends stopped by today to see Isla and they brought vegetarian soup. Total score! The soup tasted great and it\u2019s like, the best present for new parents to bring them food. Actually, to be more clear: bringing food is always the best present for me, whether I\u2019m a new parent or not.<br \/>\nThird, I finally got in contact with the Minnesota Department of Health this morning. I called the woman (Roxanne Summers) at 9:00 this morning, left a message, then declared to Jennifer that I would call her every hour and leave a message, until she responded. I didn\u2019t expect this, but when I called again at 10:00, she answered her phone and as soon as I said my name, she said: \u201cOh, yes, James, I have your paperwork right here. Ha! Dam right you do!<\/p>\n<p><strong>Tuesday, 17 August 2010<\/strong><br \/>\nMore visitors came today. My sister made a return visit, and claimed that Isla has noticeably grown since she\u2019d last seen her a little over a week ago. She\u2019s probably right \u2013 Isla had a visit with the midwives yesterday, and we found out that she\u2019s 8 pounds and 6 ounces, which means she\u2019s put on one pound since birth. The midwife told us that a general rule of thumb is that babies bulk back up to their birth weight by the age of two weeks. So, in less than three weeks, Isla not only got back up to her birth weight, but even gained a pound. Man, with all that pooping and spitting up, all I can say is that my wife must be making massive amounts of milk. Either that or she\u2019s feeding our daughter straight-up butter.<br \/>\nThen we had more visitors this evening. They brought over a gift for Isla and some books for Owen. Did I mention our friends who came over on Sunday brought a kite for Owen? Well, I\u2019ll mention that now: our friends who came over on Sunday brought a kite for Owen. All I gotta say is, baby gifts are nice, but I looove the presents for Owen. Kites and puzzle books are way more fun than burp rags and onesies.<br \/>\nOn a related front: we\u2019re down to three chocolate cigars. Owen said: \u201cWhat will we do if people come over and there\u2019s four of them?\u201d I told him that we\u2019d have to convince them to share. Not sure what other solution there is\u2026if anyone can think of one, let me know.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Wednesday, 18 August 2010<\/strong><br \/>\nToday, while on our way home from somewhere else, I decided to stop at the Dakota County Library in West St. Paul. Owen and I stopped at a library in Hennepin County last week, and I asked the front desk clerk if she ever had any passes for the Children&#8217;s Museum. (In case you don&#8217;t know: the libraries in the metro area have passes available to get into museums for free.) She said they no longer had passes for the Children&#8217;s Museum, but that I could check with Dakota County.<\/p>\n<p>So that&#8217;s what I did today. And &#8211; what luck! &#8211; they had one pass left just sitting there. Owen, who has ventured with me to a few libraries as I&#8217;ve searched for said pass, was very excited that we&#8217;d finally found one. We quickly took it up to the check-out counter, and the clerk took my library card and then announced, &#8220;Oh, actually, these passes are only for residents of Dakota County.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh,&#8221; I said, &#8220;I didn&#8217;t know that. That&#8217;s disappointing.&#8221; I looked at Owen, who was slumping his shoulders. He&#8217;s not one to spazz out, but if he ever was gonna have a meltdown, I really wished he would&#8217;ve right then. &#8216;Cause then I could say to the lady: &#8220;Can you please explain your arbitrary rule to my five year old?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s not that we can&#8217;t go to the Children&#8217;s Museum, it&#8217;s just that it&#8217;s so expensive. In fact, I am even eligible for a discount thanks to my employer, but it&#8217;s still so expensive. So&#8230;you know, it&#8217;d be nice if the Museum Pass Program didn&#8217;t discriminate against non-Dakota County residents. Shame on you Dakota County Library. Shame on you and your stupid policy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sunday, 15 August 2010 Some friends came over today. We first met at Buca for lunch, which pretty much made up for the bland crap I had a Ruby Tuesday lat time I went out to eat. So, good for me and my taste buds. 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