May 15, 2000 - Monday
I had a meeting this morning that mixed up our usual schedule of caring for Harry. His mother stayed home with him in the morning and, of course, I didn't get to the lab either. So, since we both had work to do, it seemed best if we both stayed home together after I returned. That way, while one of us watched Harry, the other could both work in aggressive bursts of energy and creativity, which, according to various research, is often the most productive method anyway. As soon as either one of us lost focus, we would take over with Harry.

The most fun part of the day was my first shift. It was memorable without having had much purpose, though perhaps those are often the best times. I was changing out of my more formal business clothes and putting of shorts and a T-shirt while Harry's mother took the first turn working. As usual we in the bedroom, I parked Harry on our waterbed, which he doesn't seem to mind for short periods of time. He even seems to get a kick of out it now that he's rolling over so well. (Of course, I always have to keep one eye on him with the waterbed, lest he get stuck face down, though the bed isn't really all that soft.) After I'd changed, I started playing with him, using the give of the water mattress to make him roll over in both directions. He seemed to like that even more. I got on the bed myself and made the bed move up and down around him. Then, for the next twenty minutes or so, we both were on the bed rolling, laughing, riding the waves, rolling over together, and other directionless and nonsensical activities that seemed just right for a father and child.


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