Ice Skating

As an older parent I have one thing to say. I really need to get in shape. I went ice skating with my daughter the other night. After 800 milligrams of ibuprofen my lower back and feet are still soar, but it was so worth it. The Bountiful ice rink opened years ago, but has totally been remodeled. My skating skills however have not been remodeled. Like riding a bike it did come back, but the old skating muscles have not been used in ages.

The whole experience was smiles and giggles. My smile muscles are still sore too. I can't describe the wonder and delight of the experience. As we were putting the skates back and she tried to lick the ice from the blades of her skates, she whispered in my ear...Daddy, can we go skiing soon.

Public Potty Terror

I decided while my wife was out of town I would take my girls to dinner and shopping at the mall. I have a three year old and a one year old.

I let the 3 year old decide what we were going to eat for dinner. So we had mall sushi, rice, and noodles. I'm always amazed that my girls will eat sushi, especially sushi wrapped in seaweed. I consider seaweed a vegetable. During dinner my daughter uttered the words I have feared hearing in a public place every since she became potty trained. “Daddy, potty.”

Panic set in. After seconds of utter terror, I surveyed the situation quickly. Not wanting to cause my own Amber Alter, I picked up the youngest dripping with sea weed and off to find a place to "potty".

Public restrooms can be a festering peltry dish of terror for someone like me. However, when your oldest daughter is dancing around like the ground is on fire there is not time to worry about the types of microbial invaders which are waiting to attack.

I have never been so thankful to find a bathroom empty, with a huge handicap stall. I always feel funny about using the handicap stall, but today I did not care. I opened the door, looked around - clean enough and now the real dilemma.

Help a 3 year old go potty while you are holding a 1 year old away from the potty. I sat the one year old down. Balancing on one foot I blocked her way from putting her hands in the potty with my leg. I must say the acrobatics displayed were envious of any Chevy Chase Saturday Night Live skit.

As I washed 3 sets of hands. I had some flash forward thoughts of other words I will dread. Daddy can you buy me some feminine products.

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If the "F" word offends you don't watch this. It is said just once.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wKiIroiCvZ0

For all those (Susie)that watch their Ipods on a plane this week.

Merry Christmas 2007 (belated) and 2008 (early)

Hello Internet.

This blog is a Christmas gift to my Uncle Jim. Although an avid reader of and frequent commenter on many blogs, Jim does not have a blog of his own. That's partly due to his own laziness but more likely due to his wife's discouraging him from starting a blog. I strongly believe that Jim has something of value to contribute to the wide world of web and so I have created this little space for him to offer his thoughts, memories, stories, and discoveries. Lucky for us all, this page is equipped with spell check.

Of course Jim will be able to rename his blog should he so desire. I named it Cewebrity James based on a definition I found in The Little Hiptionary (a book I received for Christmas). The hiptionary defines "cewebrity" as: "n.: (celebrity + Web) a person who becomes famous or well-known because of his or her blog or Website; also known as a 'blogebrity'." I am quite certain that through this blog Jim will without question (and to his wife's dismay) become semi-famous and perhaps widely known.

With that said, let's all give Jim a warm welcome!