{"id":717,"date":"2005-02-09T15:08:00","date_gmt":"2005-02-09T15:08:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/2005\/02\/short-takes.html"},"modified":"2005-02-09T15:08:00","modified_gmt":"2005-02-09T15:08:00","slug":"short-takes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/2005\/02\/short-takes.html","title":{"rendered":"Short Takes"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#8211;All of my mom friends have e-mail. And at about 8 p.m., e-mail suddenly comes to life. All day long, I get one, maybe two e-mails. But once all those kiddies have been put to bed, suddenly I get six, eight, or ten e-mails at a time.<br \/>\n<br \/>&#8211;Doodles&#8217;s poops smell worse than other kids&#8217; poops. I unfortunately have empirical proof of this.<br \/>\n<br \/>&#8211;Finally <a href=\"..\/photos\/video\/\">new videos<\/a> up (if you want to see them but don&#8217;t have the password, just drop me an e-mail). But in looking at what videos to post, I see that a good half of our videos have extremely abrupt endings. Generally as you hear me saying, &#8220;Doodles! No touch!&#8221; or  you see Doodles do something like grab the telephone and start to dial and then suddenly, <i>bam!<\/i> the tape stops.<br \/>\n<br \/>&#8211;I no longer believe in Darwinism. It&#8217;s the natural selection part that&#8217;s done me in. By the laws of natural selection (basically that nature selects the best adapted varieties to survive and to reproduce), there&#8217;s no way my child would still be alive. Let&#8217;s take his <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/B00004T58G\/jennyspage-20\">Sit N Spin<\/a>. We have the same conversation multiple times a day. &#8220;Doodles,&#8221; I say, &#8220;that&#8217;s a <i>Sit<\/i> N Spin. Not a <i>Stand<\/i> N Spin. Remember what happened five minutes ago when you stood on it?&#8221; But apparently he doesn&#8217;t because he flashes me one of his melt-me Doodle grins and proceeds to stand on it. And, hey, what a look of shock on his face when he goes flying off and hits his head on the floor!<br \/>\n<br \/>&#8211;I rue the day I put batteries in his toys. In any of the toys. Truth be told, the toys taken individually don&#8217;t bother me. It&#8217;s when I have a CD on and Doodles runs to push the song on his Sit N Spin and then runs over to one of his song books and hits the button and then he sets off his <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/B000284X6W\/jennyspage-20\">Laugh and Learn Home<\/a> at the same time. That reminds me: I need to put Tylenol on the shopping list.<br \/>\n<br \/>&#8211;Aha! More evidence that the rules of natural selection do not apply in our household. I&#8217;m sitting at the dining room table typing. All of a sudden I looked up and saw my child&#8217;s grinning head above the table, grabbing for my keys. Okay. He&#8217;s allowed to have my keys. Except my child is quite short. About 30 inches. He&#8217;s never been above the 25th percentile for his height. And the table is about 36 inches tall. I peek beneath the table. Did my child grab some books to stand on? Nah. What about his Lego Table? Not that either. Try his plastic rocking horse (I call it a horse; I&#8217;m not sure what it is. Rocking Blob would probably be most accurate. Most of these toys mentioned have been generous hand-me-downs from neighbors). He&#8217;s standing on the one thing that doesn&#8217;t have a flat bottom. Hey, guess who was surprised when he fell? Will wonders never cease?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8211;All of my mom friends have e-mail. And at about 8 p.m., e-mail suddenly comes to life. All day long, I get one, maybe two e-mails. But once all those kiddies have been put to bed, suddenly I get six, eight, or ten e-mails at a time. &#8211;Doodles&#8217;s poops smell worse than other kids&#8217; poops. 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