And Now We Are Six

maggieseyes.jpgThere’s just never a dull moment around this place lately! Our biggest news, of course, is the addition of Margaret Ashley McMains to our ranks. She joined us on October 10, 2000 at 8:34pm, after Kathy’s shortest but most painful labor yet, weighing in at 8 pounds, 9.8 ounces, and either 21 or 19.5 inches, depending on who you believe. She’s doing marvelously well, growing like a weed, and charming anyone who comes within a stone’s throw of her. If you have a fast connection or prodigious patience, you can see her birth video on the Introducing Maggie page. Lacking these, there are a few more stills of her on the Margaret page.

We were grateful to receive a lot of help from many quarters during Maggie’s birth. My employer was gracious enough to give me a week of paternity leave, which made the transition much easier than it otherwise would have been. Special thanks go to, in no particular order: my brother Chris, who watched the kids while we were in the hospital. Mom McMains, who cleared her schedule at her pediatric practice for two days so she could be around and help out. Dad McMains and Lana for their visit and gifts. The Johnsons, who made off with our three elder children for several hours so we could have a little time to relax and fed us. The Corleys, for taking care of making announcement phone calls for us and for feeding us. The Ardilas and Coxes, for providing meals and friendship for us. The Isaacs, Salases, Lopezes, and more for their gifts and frequent and generous offers of help. There are probably more I’m not remembering offhand; if I’ve forgotten you, please accept the apologies of a still-somewhat-bleary new father.

The other kiddos are also doing well. Kathy and Emily have been having some really good, heart-to-heart talks lately. She’s starting to turn into a little person, rather than just a kid! Since Emily has started doing school at home again this fall, Abigail has been eager to join in and do some schoolwork as well. Kathy’s been trying to come up with good stuff for Abby, but she’s still young enough that she needs a lot of guidance and help. Emily’s doing great with going off to the schoolroom and working on her assignment for an hour at a time. We’re often in there working together, now that I’ve started my two days a week at home. Liam still charging around the house, being mostly adorable and getting into everything. His new favorite toys are the train cars from a model train set Kathy picked up cheaply at a garage sale. Unfortunately, the cars aren’t designed with 22 month olds in mind, and are rapidly becoming less railworthy. Good thing they were cheap.

All 3 kids seem to be adjusting well to Maggie’s presence, though Liam still hasn’t quite grasped that what is playful to him can be very painful to others. Shortly after her arrival, he discovered the power of the word “No,” and has been getting more ornery and obeying instructions less readily, so it looks like we may be in for some increased parenting challenges for a while. He is, fortunately, still unfailingly kind to his new little sister; we’re not sure whether this was brought on by her arrival or whether he’s just reached that point in his development. In either case, he’s spending a bit more time in solitary confinement in his room, where he pushes the screen out of his window and drops his blocks out onto the dirt below where the neighbors kindly retrieve them for us.

One amusing incident in the wake of Maggie’s arrival: On the first day I was to return to the office after my paternity leave, I blearily headed to the car and began loading up my gear. I suddenly realized that instead of picking up my laptop and its docking station, I had instead grabbed my guitar. A Freudian slip, showing my repressed desire to be doing music professionally, or just Sean being a dummkopf? You be the judge.

The New Church started meeting in late October on Wednesday nights. For the time being, we’re using the great big front room in our house as a meeting place, but we’re quickly outgrowing it and hope to be in a regular space soon. We have been discussing the vision for the church, what directions it should be going, and what part we’ll all be playing in that. Everyone is really enjoying getting together, meeting a number of new people, and getting things underway at last. Though we don’t plan on being up and going with regular Sunday meetings until Easter, these Wednesday night meetings will help to build our little community until then.

I’ve recently picked up a hammered dulcimer, an instrument with which I’ve been in love since hearing one at a Renaissance Fair as a teenager. After 2 weeks with it, I’m able to plunk out some basic melodies, and am enchanted by the beautiful instrument’s sound. I still lack the percussionist’s dexterity required to play it well, but as I put more time into it, the wrong notes become fewer and farther between. I hope to be able to start doing a bit of public performance with it for church and celtic gigs in a few more weeks. Steve and I have been playing regularly at The Coffee Pot in town, which is still a lot of fun. Travis has gone off to Russia to do a few weeks of missions work there, so we’ll lack his excellent percussion skills for the next several gigs.

Our friends and neighbors John and Beth Morisett celebrated 50 years of marriage this past weekend. They are an inspiration to us, as they’re still very lively and involved with each other, their church, and their community after all that time together. It’s great to have people with that joie de vivre living nearby whose company we can enjoy and experience we can lean on. Congratulations, John and Beth, and thank you!

Kathy has been continuing her improvements to the house, installing chair rails she hand-painted in the girls’ room, painting and decorating the great big front room, adding shelves in various places, repainting the entryway, and generally making our house a warmer place to live and visit. Though I’m rarely unhappy with things before she starts on a project, she has the visual taste and good sense that I lack, and does a great job of transforming spaces for the better. What a woman.

"So, are you done yet?"

Everyone keeps asking whether we’re planning on having more children after Maggie. The answer is invariably at this point “We don’t know, but not right this minute.” And then I tell them about how I had my doubts we could even handle three successfully…

Shortly after Liam was born, we headed to church one Sunday morning. Now, our church in Denton was a big place, with a large campus that had several buildings that housed different sunday schools and programs. Kathy and I would typically split up to distribute the kids to their respective rooms and then meet up back in the sanctuary for the service. On this day, we had done our usual drill, and the service had been going on for about 10 minutes when I made it to the sanctuary, spotted Kathy, excuse-me’d past about 5 people to get to the seat next to her, and plopped down gratefully.

Kathy looked over at me, stared for a moment, and said “Where’s Liam?” I thought for a moment, thought for a moment more, and answered “In the car. I’ll be right back.” I climbed back over the 5 people, slipped out, and started running flat out back to the car, which was, of course, parked all the way across campus from where I was.

As I sprinted past, people who were still in the parking lot stared at me, wondering what on earth could be so important as to require that kind of urgency. After bearing their stares for a few minutes, I made it to the car, and found Liam, still blissfully asleep in the back seat, where I had forgotten about him. I hopped in, checked to be sure he was still ok, and then realized that if I got out immediately with him, everyone who had seen me sprint past would realize that I was a horrible father and would probably act on the spot to take my son away from his neglectful parent. So, now assured that Liam was fine, I sat in the car listening to A Prairie Home Companion until I was pretty sure that everyone had wandered off or been distracted by other things. Then I sedately made my way back to the sanctuary, Liam’s carrier safely in hand, grateful that my absent mindedness hadn’t caused any more problems than it had.

And now, we’ve got four. Wish our kids luck.

Several Thank Yous

As we’ve adjusted to life with four kiddos, we’ve gotten a lot of help from various people for which we’re very grateful. Thanks to, in no particular order: my brother, who watched the kids while we were in the hospital. My mom, who cleared her schedule at her pediatric practice for two days so she could be around and help out. The Johnsons, who made off with our three elder children for several hours so we could have a little time to relax. The Corleys, for taking care of making announcement phone calls for us and for feeding us. The Ardilas, for providing a meal for us. The Isaacs, Salases, Lopezes, and more for their frequent and generous offers of help. There are probably more I’m not remembering offhand; if I’ve forgotten you, please accept the apologies of a bleary new father.

Angela's Ashes

I commented on McCourt’s book a few weeks ago, and was eager to see how the movie version of Angela’s Ashes would fare in comparison. All in all, the film is a surprisingly good adaptation of McCourt’s memoirs. Though the brevity imposed by the form makes it difficult to flesh out the vignettes with the same degree of detail the book provided, the film makes up for it by providing memorable images of Limerick and its people. The two forms are complementary, and I would suggest taking in both to milk McCourt’s childhood for all it’s worth.

The Big Blue

Luc Besson’s The Big Blue has its good points. There are some interesting, sympathetic characters with intriguing relationships and some beautiful photography. There’s humor, drama, and adventure. And there are lots of dolphins. But unfortunately, the whole thing just seems too self-conscious, as if Besson has deliberately set out to convince people that he’s a wonderful writer/director more than he’s set out to make a great movie. The film’s good points aren’t quite good enough to sustain its extreme length, and what should be enjoyable begins to feel like a bit of a chore by the end. Worth seeing, but only if you’re patient and have a comfy chair.

X-Men

The first rule of seeing X-Men: don’t see it at a $2 theater. The second rule of seeing X-Men: by all means do so. I’ve never gotten into the X-Men comics, though I have enough friends who are rabid X-Men fans that I’ve absorbed a bit of the mythos vicariously. I found myself wondering repeatedly through the film whether it would be more fun for one who was already crazy about X-Men or for the tyro. The former get the joys of seeing their beloved characters translated wonderfully well to the big screen. Hugh Jackman is a great Wolverine. Cyclops kicks just as much bum as one would expect. Ray Park (Darth Maul) does a great job as Toad. But for someone who isn’t familiar with the X-Men, the pleasure of entering this complex, very human world await. There is relational depth that one would expect to find in novels, rather than comics. There are interesting characters, who by dint of their very individual powers, are thrust up against each other in intriguing ways. And there are, of course, lots of special effects and Patrick Stewart holding the whole show together. But regardless of which particular pleasures you derive from the film, it’s well worth seeing.

Breaking in the G4

Well, the new G4 rolled in today, and I spent the evening after the kids went to bed getting it set up and going. The good: it’s blazingly fast, and will only get more so once I have it going with OS X which actually supports both processors. Both iMovie and Deus Ex, my test applications this evening, perform hugely better than on the G3. The bad: the DVD drive doesn’t appear to like my burned CDs, nor, for some reason, does it seem eager to play DVD movies. Also, the Radeon card’s drivers still apparently need some work, as Deus Ex has some extraordinarily ugly graphics artifacts. But overall it’s a beautifully engineered machine, with some lovely peripherals; the Apple Pro mouse is an absolute beauty, and just needs those little grips on the side to actually be buttons to make it perfect.

A Few Paragraphs to Dad

I was writing to Dad McMains yesterday and realized that a few things I mentioned there hadn’t really made it onto Ruminations yet. So here are a couple of paragraphs from that missive:

The other kiddos are doing well. Kathy and Emily have
been having some really good, heart-to-heart talks
lately. She’s starting to turn into a little person,
rather than just a kid! Since Emily has started doing
school at home again this fall, Abby has been eager to
join in and do some school as well. Kathy’s been
trying to come up with good stuff for Abby to do, but
she’s still young enough that she needs a lot of
guidance and help. Emily’s doing great with going off
to the schoolroom and working on her assignment for an
hour at a time. We’re often in there working together,
now that I’ve started my two days a week at home.
Liam’s still charging around the house, being adorable
and getting into everything. His new favorite toys are
the train cars from a model train set Kathy picked up
cheaply at a garage sale. Unfortunately, the cars
aren’t designed with 22 month olds in mind, and are
rapidly becoming less railworthy. Good thing they were
cheap.

My recent fun project has been getting into video
editing. We bought a digital camcorder, and I’ve been
experimenting with Apple’s iMovie software, which is a
load of fun. I’ve also ordered a G4, which I’ll be
funding by selling the G3 and the iBook, since work
has provided me with a laptop. (Dell, unfortunately.)
Anyway, the video work is a load of fun. Once I put
something worthwhile together, I’ll post it on the
website and let you know.