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Posted on 01.30.07 by joy @ 9.17pm
As much I love the corrupt, pseudo-meritocracy that is the US of A, I am blown away by the lack of services for kids. The choice to have a child and supply this country with a fresh batch of tax-payers seems like a “you scratch my back, and I’ll…blah, blah” type of affair. Someone should break us off some for creating a pipeline of revenue for the government. What if our kids are pulling 7 or 8 figures, that’s alot of dough annually to the Fed. Seriously, the least they could do for families with TWO working parents and more than one kid, is to give Dad’s some paid time off to help out and not risk the paycheck. We are lucky that we have the NYCFamily from both sides and NYCAunt (my sister) to help out, but it got me thinking about folks who don’t. So I asked my workplace management and got a lame voicemail in response. After talking to friends in France and the UK where paternity leave is assumed, we need to re-look at things and consider where our priorities are. Here’s an excerpt from the WSJ:
So, when a buddy of mine who sent a photo of his newborn daughter to my blackberry from the hospital last week, showed up at work today, I’m not surprised. Filed under: Random ruminations and Breeding Comments: None Related Posts:
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Posted on 06.22.06 by joy @ 10.45pm
Well, the 850 square feet that we have here is feeling a little short these days. It fairly capacious by Manhattan standards and worth a pretty penny at the widely accepted $1000 per square foot. But the “junior 4″, which should actually be called junior 2 bedroom, limitations are becoming apparant. The dining room/nursery/office/junior bedroom has no natural light. If it did, this would be a “real” 2 BR and would command mucho premium. This lack of light makes it useless during the day. So I sit here watching the World Cup on DVR at my dining table with my feet propped up on Zubin’s ride-on rocket toy. His stuff is everywhere. We need control, we need square footage. We are considering our options.
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Posted on 11.21.05 by joy @ 10.16pm
So, I have turned 29. No posts for a few days to celebrate, but now I am back. Posts coming shortly: 1) Single Dad Chronicles - The Wrap-up: Zubin and Joy’s hijinx with the ladies at the playgroup and the mysterious nightsweat. Thank god Mom’s home. 2) Zoo-Haul: Getting around with the Zoobster’s increasing size and near zero mobility. 3) 9 Months: Dr. Zoovago rings in 9 months of life in NYC with his criticism of foreign policy and the Hampton’s lifestyle. Filed under: Random ruminations Comments: None Related Posts:
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Posted on 11.07.05 by joy @ 8.50pm
Day 3:
So far so good. Zubin has been sleeping well and eating everything in sight. He seems to be slightly more aware of M’s absence. When we brought the little guy back from Grandma’s place, he was checking behind doors and corners to see if she would pop out.
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Posted on 11.05.05 by joy @ 8.21pm
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Last night, we were playing and speaking with mom on the phone when I realized that feeding time had come and gone. The Z-unit must have read my mind, because he started with the heroine withdrawal-type whining on cue. I ran over to the fridge to get a bottle and found…that my stash was low. Zubin’s nanny has been preparing the bottles of formula and leaving them for us since she started and well, I got used to it. I hastily rummaged around some supplies. I found a can of premade formula behind a giant tub of powder. Score! No mixing. I then turned to look for the bottle to serve it up to the little man. I thought I was in real trouble when I found a collection of ol’ dirty bottles and nipples in the sink, but I managed to excavate an unused clean bottle from the back of the dishwasher and found a bagged for travel nipple in his stroller bag. Made it back with goods just in time to thwart the tantrum and let the magic milk lull him to sleep.
So wifey has gone on a business trip. For a week. one week. Business trip. Just wanted to make that clear. I have basically interpreted this as the supreme test of the bench strength of our parenting resource pool. The attack minded specialist (ie. me) has to step in and play the number 10 with support from the experienced backline(