0.9 Logic

headscratcherNow that 0.9 is a solid two-and-a-half years old and approaching three, his communications skills have evolved far beyond “cat” (his first word), “geh” (his go-to for several months) and “no” (although the latter is still his favorite). His ability to express himself has given me some insight into his logic, and it greatly amuses me. Here are some examples.

One of the first times that I had to both drop him off at daycare and pick him up, I explained to him that Mommy was on the choo-choo, since he’s obsessed with trains. The next time, Mommy actually drove, but when 0.9 realized that Mrs. 9’s car was missing from the driveway, it all clicked in his head: Mommy car choo-choo. Naturally, if Mommy’s car isn’t parked in the driveway, it must be on the train!

Also, if it’s dark outside, that is absolutely the only thing going on outside. It is not possible to be dark outside and raining outside at the same time.

On a similar note, only one person is allowed to be tired at a time. This conversation happens often.

  • 9: I’m tired.
  • 0.9: NO, I TIRED.
  • 9: I’m tired, too.
  • 0.9: NO!
  • 9: Both of us can be tired at the same time.
  • 0.9: NO! I TIRED!

Finally, illustrating my need to purchase this book, crackers, Goldfish crackers, cookies and cereal bars are perfectly acceptable for dinner, whereas fare such as chicken, macaroni and cheese and pizza does not please the fickle palate of 0.9

I’m sure there will be a post titled 0.9 Logic II soon.

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Pre-moving mixed emotions

I am now smack in the middle of the most frustrating period of our impending move from Hoboken to Basking Ridge, two very different New Jersey destinations. On the one hand, time seems to be crawling, and on the other hand, it feels like it’s accelerating out of control.

Less than one month …

This experience is new to me, as I have never been involved in the purchase of a home, having spent my entire life in rental properties. It is basically a two-month period between the point when the house was pretty much officially ours until the point when we actually move in, and the two months has seemed like forever.

It’s hard to contain my excitement about the new space, and as much as I want to get started on buying things and laying out areas like my office, there’s so much we can’t do until the walk-through at the end of the month. We need to find out if things like shelving in the storage area are staying in the house or going with its previous owner. And even though we took measurements of all the rooms, there are certain things we can’t really buy or order until physically being in the house. I still don’t have a desk, and I work from home.

Plus, there are certain things that I just couldn’t do that far in advance. For example, I am embracing our upcoming switch from horse shit Cablevision to Verizon FiOS, but I had to wait until the other day to set it up because I couldn’t get an appointment as far in advance as the day after we move in. The same is true for things like magazine subscriptions, which I hope to begin taking care of this week.

On the other hand, there are so many things I wanted to do and places I wanted to go before leaving Hoboken, and all of a sudden, time is short. For example, there are three beer gardens in the immediate area that I must say farewell to, including Pier 13, which I haven’t been to yet, so it will be a hello and a goodbye.

A prevailing theme on Facebook today was surprise at the fact that it’s August already, and, as I said in my status update, it hit me even harder because I will be a resident of an entirely different place when this month comes to a close.

Having a baby in the family doesn’t necessarily have to mean an end to everything fun that we liked to do beforehand, but it also makes things more complicated. It’s not like Mrs. 9 and I are going to strap 0.9 into his car seat on some random weekday night and drive into Hoboken for dinner. It’s all about picking your spots, which we’re still learning to do. We’re new at this. It hasn’t quite been four months. There are so many things I want to do between now and Aug. 30, when the moving truck pulls up to the front of our building, and I know I will never get to all of them.

Although I am 100% confident we are making the right move, if I needed a sign, I got one today, when my neighbor knocked on my door to tell me that a car had been broken into in the parking area of our building. This is the first time I have heard of this happening in my nine years or so here, and it’s a little disturbing. By no means do I believe Basking Ridge is a crime-free utopia, as no such place exists, but I’d like to think our car will be a lot safer in our own garage, instead of in a building’s parking area where the door is constantly being left unlocked, or the lock is constantly broken.

My emotions are very mixed right now. As much as I can’t wait to open the door to our new house for the very first time, I almost wish I had a little more time here in Hoboken. But you can’t have everything, I suppose.