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March 22, 2007

Living The Fantasy

Fact: 83% of the people who regularly read my blog are avid participants in fantasy baseball leagues.

If you're one of the 17% minority, you're just plain weird.

This week saw the draft for my BCN Baseball fantasy league over at Yahoo sports (Happy birthday, commish!). I love fantasy baseball. I've always been a fan of real baseball. Never a die-hard fan, mind you, but an active/casual fan nonetheless. Participating in fantasy baseball not only gives me an excuse to follow the goings-on of my favorite not-televised-in-Spain professional sport, but it also fuses said sport with delicious statistical goodness. Mmmmmm.

In preparation for this week's event, I took part in four different mock drafts over at Mock Draft Central. I can see you turning green with envy already. Once a night for the four days prior to the real deal, I tested drafting strategies and studied the competition - all the while compiling the most thorough and colorful draft day cheat-sheet in glorious Excel spreadsheetitude. Ok ok, I see you salivating. Please allow me to cut to the chase and introduce to you my 2007 fantasy lineup:


2007 Barcelona Spank Me's

March 19, 2007

How Not to Talk to Your Kids

As we sometimes do, my sister Rebecca sent me an email with a link to an interesting online article. All she wrote was this:

Great article:

http://nymag.com/news/features/27840/

The article is from New York Magazine and is titled How Not to Talk to Your Kids: The Inverse Power of Praise. It's a fascinating read and I highly recommend it to everyone.

I don't know if Rebecca sent me this article because I am a new father and she wants to make sure I'm doing the right thing by her new niece, or if some of the anecdotes in the article echoed back to our own childhood - probably a bit of both. At least, that's the way I received it.

I was always a smart kid - and I don't just say that because mommy told me so. Everyone did. I was always top of the class, things always came very easy to me, I was made aware of my IQ score at a very young age, and I was even taken out of school one day a week from the age of six onwards to attend a "creative school" where emphasis was placed on brainstorming, creative problem solving, Olympics of the Mind, and learning to play the Suzuki violin. I can also relate with Carol Dweck's observation that gifted children tend to "severely underestimate their own abilities. Those afflicted with this lack of perceived competence adopt lower standards for success and expect less of themselves. They underrate the importance of effort, and they overrate how much help they need from a parent."

I saw this in myself and I saw this in my sisters. Many a time I remember a young Rebecca throwing a temper tantrum because she had to write a report or some other menial task and, since it didn't come easy at first try, she got very upset at my parents for not helping her do it and the whole process took about five times longer than it had to. We were gifted but lazy. I will be the first to tell you that one of my greatest flaws throughout my formative years was the lack of a serious work ethic. Everything just came easy and I couldn't be bothered with those things outside of my recognized skill set. Rebecca is a very different animal now (as we all are) and I don't wish to insinuate that she continues to respond to challenges like this (at least, I hope not), but having these personal experiences to draw from really allowed this article to speak to me.

While reading this article, I found myself planning future dialogs with Emily - and editing past ones. The words we use can have a much more profound effect than many of us choose to recognize. As parents, we have so much power over these malleable little minds. It's no secret that I sometimes see Emily as my private little science experiment, recording her responses to varied stimuli and tweaking the multitude of variables the world has to offer. I'm thrilled by the challenge of helping her to be the best she can be. I find it fascinating and thrilling and scary as all hell.

March 16, 2007

Joost

Is anyone interested in trying Joost? I am a beta tester and have one invitation left. If you like TV and are curious about this new, free, internet technology, leave me a comment and I'll send you an invite.

March 14, 2007

Happy Pi Day

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March 6, 2007

Six Months

Happy six month birthday, Emily.

Half a year. Oh my god. I just hope there's some sort of Frequent Flyer program for the number of times I've used the phrase "time flies". Emily is no longer a newborn. Oh no. She is a full grown child now - practically a woman! Don't believe me? Just look at this impressive list of milestones that our little upstart has accomplished the past month:

  • Emily surprised us all on the day after Christmas by rolling from her back to her front. But there she was - stuck like beached whale until someone mercifully flipped her back over. Well she's finally figured out how to roll from her front to her back. That's right, a complete roll! For the longest time, though, she could only roll over her left side. So it was safe to leave her on the couch as long as she was facing the correct direction. The worst she could do was roll towards the back of the couch. Until last week. I blame Emily completely for lulling me into a false sense of confidence and take no blame whatsoever for her first nosedive onto the floor. That was a traumatic 15 minutes. More for her than for me. I knew she'd be fine once the swelling went down.
  • We've achieved singing (or yelling) and we've achieved the sticking out of the tongue. It was only a matter of time before the two were put together. That's right, we're now blowing raspberries. It was hysterical when I saw her do it for the first time last week. I couldn't help but return the gesture. We must have sat there and spit at each other for well over 10 minutes - laughing wildly the whole time.
  • Yes, there's plenty of laughing. Enough to merit an entire bullet point. You see, even though Emily has been laughing for months now, it was always because we made her laugh. Nowadays she'll giggle when we arrive home from a walk, when she's undressed and on her way to a bath, when we try and get her to say Mama or Dada (yes, she laughs at us), or when she's just in a good mood - which is most of the time.
  • As has been mentioned in previous blog entries, Emily has done away with her baby carriage and can now be seen cruising around in her big-girl stroller. The transition was easy and she really enjoys seeing the world go by when we're out on the town.
  • Emily loves to grab her feet. Either when she's lying on her back or sitting up, feet are the new fists.
  • Probably that first major milestone reached in her short career, Emily has supplemented the boob with eating real food. We started with rice cereal a couple of weeks ago and it went down a storm. She still makes "the yucky face" when she eats but she never says no to another spoonful. She's even got her own highchair now for mealtimes. And she doesn't just sit there and open her mouth. No, Emily is a take change kinda lady and insists on holding the spoon herself, even though I've tried to explain to her that her fine motor skills are about as sharp as a sack of wet mice. Just this week we tried to start her on fruit. Banana, with it's ease of mushiness, was a clear choice to begin with. Emily was not convinced. The sweet flavor was just too much for her and we couldn't convince her to keep any of it in her mouth. Today we tried mushed apples and, after the initial shock, we had more luck. We're planning on starting her on pork chops and sauerkraut next week.
  • We thought that Emily might have started teething about this time last month but she never really made up her mind. Whenever she cried for no apparent reason, it was easy to blame it on teething, but then there was no follow-up. She would go for days without complaining. Imagine my surprise when, during a normal daddy-finger-chewing session this week, I felt the razor sharp tip of Emily's first tooth! Looking very much like a grain of rice stuck to her lower gums, this tooth is a major reason why I now see Emily as more of a young adult than a baby. Jan says that breastfeeding has noticeably changed.
  • I had been anxiously awaiting this moment for the past three months. There was no other event in the foreseeable future that got me more excited. Last week, Emily went swimming for the first time. I kid you not, I was buzzing with anticipation. We tried to sign up for baby swim classes at our gym but there was a four month waiting list. And we can't just take her to any old pool because it really needs to be heated, and those are hard to come by. Lucky for us my friend Danny, along with his wife Veronica and their son Sammy, invited us to go with them to a lovely heated indoor pool just outside of Barcelona. We got Emily some swim-nappies and a Juls bought Emily her first bathing suit (a little pink Speedo) and off we went. I had no idea that babies were so buoyant. And like a fish to water, she was off - kicking and paddling and panting with eyes as wide as saucers. I can't wait to go back.

Gummy Bear

Emily and Sammy at the pool

Rocking and Rolling

The new Esther Williams and Johnny Weissmuller

March 5, 2007

Time Management

Busy busy busy. I've finally figured out how to manage my new job at HP and still make time for acting jobs on the side. Unfortunately, I've made so much time that now I have none.

As soon as my voice came back, there was a mile-long line of clients waiting for me to come into some studio somewhere and record something - cartoons, corporate videos, films, etc. I'm in the thick of it now but I'm afraid my HP job may begin to suffer if I don't start prioritizing. That means I'm gonna have to learn how to say "no". I've never been very good at that - especially when it comes to cartoons. One idea is to raise my prices and, in turn, scare off some clients - only leaving a handful of high paying jobs. Another idea is to pick and choose the most interesting jobs regardless of how much they pay. Yet another idea would be to just stick to films and one-day projects and not commit myself to any TV series. A 24 episode season takes about three months to dub and it's hard to block off that amount of time with so much on my plate.

I recognize that this is a luxury problem and that I'm really very lucky. I sometimes wish that I was back to where I was one year ago: acting to make a living and filling my vast quantities of free time with volleyball, computer games, web projects, and hanging out with friends. If you're keeping score at home, I've had to practically give up all four of the aforementioned pastimes. But I like my new job at HP and the boost in salary has allowed Jan to stay at home with Emily this whole year and I wouldn't trade that for the world. I guess it's just a matter of getting used to a more structured lifestyle.

OK. It's 2:30am and I feel like I'm rambling now. I'd better get to bed, go into work early tomorrow, maybe play some volleyball, and formulate what to write for Emily's 6 month birthday blog entry - bound to contain more significant baby milestones than any birthday blog entry to date! Watch this space...

March 4, 2007

Happy Birthday, Rebecca

My little sis is 26 years young.


And lookin' good!