Gonna Soak My Own Damn Head

During baths, I’ve been trying to rinse G’s head using the funny water cup with the funny rubber rim that molds to the head. Gradually been showing her to lean her head back and wait for the inevitable, and make it less unpleasant (that sounds so dirty now that I re-read this…). Yesterday, she several times grabbed the funny water cup and tried to pour it on herself. She had trouble lifting it over her head, and pouring with enough water to do any good. But this was no accident, and it was not for fun. She definitely did it, knowing she didn’t enjoy it, and would rather do it herself then have me do it. I applaud this effort!! No really I started clapping my hands and saying “YEA!!!!” cause it always makes her join in and we want positive reinforcement.

I think the pool has been helping. We’ve been in every day this weekend…I just say “pool” and she runs to the patio door, then I say “pants” and she runs back to her room flinging her diaper off along the way. She’s very comfortable now blowing bubbles, getting her face wet when I toss her, and twice yesterday she went under (by accident) while she was on her ledge and had her feet on the ground. Stupid stumbly baby! She was under for maybe 2-3 seconds, and both times I let her get herself out of the situation. She wasn’t happy but handled it like a responsible tinyHuman, and didn’t let it affect her otherwise happy pool experience.

I’m a fan of this new empowerment. She’s even managing to feed herself without my help.

Autonomy is not pretty.

The Lesser Known Sides of Ebay

I have sold a bunch of stuff on Ebay lately. It started with the fork from the Heckler, and then once I got all into it I listed a few other old mp3 players, wireless gear, and snowboard gear.

With the fork, I had to recoup a couple hundred, so I studied what they went for at the cheapest retail outlets as well as used and new on ebay. The best bet of moving something is to offer it below everyone else with a “Buy It Now” option. A buyer might get it cheaper, they might wind up paying more, but at least its done with no screwing around. Apparently this is a pretty decent strategy, since I moved 4 items this way within a few hours of listing. To figure out your price, I’d hit the bottom edge of the market\ebay prices, and then back out the fees   to arrive at my listing\shipping prices.

The strategy worked great for the fork, where it went for $455 w. shipping, and I had about $45 in fees. For the other items, the strategy was sound but the results less pleasing. My items were worth about $20-30 w. shipping. but after fees for ebay, paypal and UPS (which have gone up lately!), I was making around $12-$15 an item. The time to research, photo, list, box and ship an item was about an hour each. Not bad when I cleared $410 for the fork, but stupid when I made $40 for the other 3 items combined.

So why sell your crap on Ebay?

Financially, $12 an hour is stupid for me. A business is in a different position, they have their process streamlined. Or, I guess if yer sitting home with time on your hands, its a different story. But for me, Ebay tickles my notion of found money! I had crap, now I have almost 40 clams!!

This also feeds the idea that my shit is not worthless. Something I had, and used, and valued…I do not want to throw out. Even if it is almost worthless (or worth only $12), the idea of selling makes us feel better about upgrading or sending it away. The value is preserved, on some level, along with your pride.

Finally there is the idea of The Game! How MUCH can I get for this? How smartly can I work the system? Its the Seller’s version of “YOU WON!” How do you win when the only lazy-ass thing your lazy ass did was hit the button to “buy it now”!?! Ebay convinces you that you have vanquished and conquered — its brilliant!!! Next time I’m checking out at the grocery store, I’m going to shout “I WON!!!” “Congratulations! I’m a Winner!”

The most important question: does my selling on Ebay benefit the economy as a whole? My $25 of gross per item contributed about $11 to Ebay, Paypal and UPS. Instead of going in the garbage, it spurred commerce. Is this better than giving it to Goodwill? I thought most things I give away to Goodwill probably go wrongly labelled and become junk; the financial incentive for me is the tax benefit. My $25 dollar item gets claimed at more like $50, netting me the same $12 or so when all is done. So the economy is probably a wash. Byron acutely suggested, however, that well-run charities have experts who know how to pick through your stuff and get the most value for it. I hope so — that way I could get all the benefits of Ebay, make the same money in write-offs, spend none of the time, and genuinely help someone who needs charity. I like this interpretation!! I must run it by my genius wife.

Hungry

wow! 2 syllables, with purpose! when G is reaching for her high chair, or, when G is anywhere and you ask if she is hungry.

Similar and chronologically concurrent or near concurrent acts of verbal brilliance:

  • pointed at Turtle and said “Turtle”. Pointed at Slim and said “cat”.
  • pointed at picture of Tsaina and said “dog”. Awww…that is so sweet. I wish K and G knew T.
  • in the pool, said “two three” or “one two”. This is not counting, its Toss The Baby! She also said this when we were playing on the bed and she wanted to be launched into a pile of pillows.

The Worst Dad In The World

I feel really bad about this.

Unloading groceries from Trader Joe’s, and one of the bags ripped and a bottle broke in the driveway.   Most of the mess and glass were contained in the paper bag.   G is fiddling around while I’m unloading, but generally paying attention.   I get the leaky mess, head inside, and say cmon little girl let’s go.   And she’s following me.   Or so I thought.   Soon she is nowhere to be seen, and I know how she loves beer.   I run out to the driveway to see her holding the broken neck of the bottle and trying to figure out how to drink from it.

I feel really bad about this.

I used the DON’T FUCK WITH ME voice and she dropped it, walked over to me a little scared, then I was nice and she followed me inside.   Just like the dog.   Except she peed herself when I yelled.

I feel really bad about this.