Keeps Eye on Ball, Even When Injured

Lu bonked her left eye with a large, red mixing bowl tonight, giving herself what I know will be a good-sized shiner (she's a spaz, no need to call CPS). It HURT — I could tell by the sharp gasp and two-second delay before the screams that came after she did it.

I was holding ice on her eye as she sat on Jason's lap, and she said, between heaving sobs, "Dad, I should get a little more computer tonight because that will help me calm down, right?"

RIGHT? Should I be scared? Should I call someone about this? Is she a sociopath, or is she just focused?

It's Only Sugar

At the Round Rock Express Game:
L: "Can I have some cotton candy?"
K: "Yes, after we eat dinner."
L: "Can I have some cotton candy right now?"
K: "No, after we eat dinner."
L: "I have a GREAT idea, how about cotton candy after dinner?!"
K: "Yes, great idea."
Later, Lucy, halfway through one chicken nugget and 6 french fries: "Can I have cotton candy now?"
Me, realizing how stupid it is to insist that she eat all of her junk food before she can have her junk food: "Yes, fine."

Public Speaking

Today, I made my debut on the public speaking circuit: I addressed the Louisville Ad Federation, one of the oldest and most active ad clubs in the country, on the topic of interactive advertising. My speech was supposed to be a holiday case study, but I turned it into a discussion of online dating — how to build a relationship with your customers online. I made some jokes (even daring ones — "Okay, what typically happens on the third date? Please, answer to yourselves), showed some pretty good work, and got a warm reception.

Despite the fact that I practically talk for a living, the notion of standing up with a microphone has been making me a nervous wreck: I'd wake up at the Panic Hour (somewhere between 3:15 and 4:15 a.m.), my heart racing at the notion of it. But it went well, I think. I'm no Barack, but I've learned a few things:

1) Some gentle teasing (of oneself and one's strange rooster-covered dress, of account people, of clients) is disarming.
2) Romance is a great metaphor for almost anything. It's racy and relatable.
3) Everyone always assumes they're so dumb and you're so smart. I know I always assume that about other people (they're smart and I'm dumb). We can't all be that dumb (or smart) if we're so interested in what everyone else has to say.
4) This is the advice I give to people who work for me, that I had to remind myself of: it's not a presentation, it's a conversation. Even when you're holding the microphone.

Pretty Sweet

On Saturday, I was putting Lu into her car seat and we sat together talking quietly for a few minutes. She reached out, took my face in both her hands (I tried to be cool, because she is not that affectionate anymore), and held me still, studying me. She said, "Your eyes are green. Mine are hazel." Then she said, "You have a red spot on your nose -- do you need one of my Band-Aids?" A zit, naturally. "Your eyelashes look a little bit purple. Purple-ish black."

"What else do you see?" I asked her, interested in her powers of observation more than her assessment of me. She said, "You're pretty, Mom. And I'm pretty like you, right?"

Well, yes. When she put it that way, all I could answer was yes. As she held my face in her little hands, I realized I hold some of her ego in mine. There are so many things to say about this exchange, so many ways it will play out in the years to come, but I allowed myself to feel pretty under her gaze.

"Yes, babe, we are pretty."

The States of Matter

Tonight we were reading In the Night Kitchen, in which the main character ends up swimming in milk, which led to discussions of liquid: "Milk is a liquid. Water and juice are liquids. PEE IS A LIQUID!" Lucy then began talking about solids: "Duck is a solid. This book is a solid. Mom, you are a solid, even though I can't pick you up." And I said, "If something is not a solid or a liquid, what is it?" She made her thinking face, frowning and squinching her way to..."I don't know..." I prompted, "How about a gas?" She lit up: "Yes, a gas. A gas is...um, a gas is...
(more frowning and squinching)
(then the big, existential part)
...something that is all around you, but you can't see it or feel it. It's there even though you don't know it's there."
Yes. It's there even though I don't know it's there.

Resources

Very soon, I will write about something happy. I will write about something funny. But today, I am lost in the push-pull of creative vision vs. budget and time constraints. "Resources" is the euphemism, one that's used in my work, as well as in relation to a certain house project. No matter how you couch it: IT IS HARD TO KICK ASS WITHOUT ENOUGH MONEY AND TIME. Whether you are building a web site. Or a remodel/addition. You need "resources." And neither my clients nor I can shake $50K and 6 more months out of the couch cushions.