Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Old emails...like little time capsules

"I've… seen things you people wouldn't believe… Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those… moments… will be lost in time, like tears… in… rain."

Well said, Roy Batty. But when you save old emails, some of those moments are preserved!

Continuing my curating of old Juno emails, here are some between Cristina and me, from summer of 2001. I had taken 5-year-old Sofia to Costa Rica for two weeks while Cristina stayed home in Gainesville with 10-month-old Alex.

The cool thing about old emails is that they include little slices of everyday life. Details that can easily be lost...like tears in rain.

These may be boring to most casual readers, but they're fun for the principal participants. Enjoy, Sofia! By the way, the video referenced in several emails is a video that Sofia and I made for Alex for him to watch while we were gone. It was just a recording of us saying hi to Alex and talking to him, telling him we'll be home soon and we love him. So he wouldn't forget us. I think it worked. :) I wonder if I still have that video somewhere. Probably...



From: Cristina C Eury
To: tageury@hotmail.com
Date: Fri, 8 Jun 2001 22:00:33 -0400
Subject: Friday for Sofia and Papi

Hello!

I hope everything went well!  I hope you will be resting or have rested very soon.  I know come Saturday morning the wonderful adventure begins!

I was calling (writing) to report on Alex and my day.  Alex woke me up around 9 am. We got dressed, folded diapers and ate breakfast.  During breakfast I got a call from Grandmother in Chicago.   We both had cereal and bananas.  Soon Alex was ready for a nap.  I made some phone calls, like Granddaddy about lunch, Wita, etc.  Alex started to wake up so I went to nurse him and fell asleep. 

Fortunately, someone (Kim from Tallahassee) called at 11:08 and woke me up!  She says she might come to visit either this Wednesday night or the next.  I got up and changed Alex's diaper and ran out the door.  We went to go have lunch with Granddaddy and Ms. Margaret.  Alex was bouncing all over the place!  He would not sit still.  I think he was missing Sofia. He kept looking around the whole time!  We had a nice lunch and Alex wanted to eat all of Mommy's food!  He would get mad if I tried to eat any!  I finally had to put him on the floor to play with some toys to eat some food. 

We left there and went to the Reitz Union to pick out the ring stuff for Sara and Carmel.  On the way there he actually fell quietly asleep!  We left the R.U. around 3 and came home.  He cried all the way home.  We got home and he wanted a nap.  So I laid down on the bed and watched "Autumn in New York."  It was sad at the end, but I liked it.  It was fun to watch a new movie!

Aunt Mary called to say they were finally leaving the apartment at 4:30 pm.  She wanted me to call Aunt Lynn, so she wouldn't worry about her. So I got to talk to her for a little while and that was nice.

Alex slept until almost 5.  We got up and made some dinner, frozen veggies, rice and chicken.  I talked to Mary next door and she told me that Katy had died in April.  I was surprised!  I also talked to Mrs. Wendy next door, and she said they will be moving sometime in July.  A widowed mom and her 10 year old daughter are moving in.

After dinner, Alex and I went for a walk in the stroller.  He kept looking around for his big sister.  He kept turning around to me, like he was saying "where is the action?"  We got home and got showered.  (It got sweaty on our walk.)

Alex then nursed and played a little, then nursed and fell asleep.  Wita called and said she would come over and watch Alex, so I could go to my massage at noon.  I washed dishes, ate a snack of French poppy seed bread and half an avocado.  The avocado had a slightly metallic taste, which was weird.  Well, I'm still hungry and thirsty.  I think I'm going to try and put away all the clean clothes and finish putting the photos in the album.

Well we tried to keep busy, but we both missed both of you a whole lot!

I hope all is well or soon getting there.

I love you both very, very much.  It is very lonely here without you two.

Absence has quickly made this heart grow fonder.

Love, mommy


From: Cristina C Eury
To: tageury@hotmail.com
Date: Sat, 9 Jun 2001 23:06:44 -0400
Subject: saturday

Hello, hugs and kisses to you both!

We woke up around 8 and got dressed.  While we were getting dressed, Alex watched your video.  He liked the peek-a-boo parts and really laughed at the get-cha parts!  We went into the guest room and unloaded, sorted two more boxes.  We ate breakfast around 9 and I decided I really wanted fried eggs, so I made some.  Alex ate bananas and cereal while I did all of that.  After breakfast, we sat down on the carpet.  We decided Coco needed a brushing, so we brushed for at least 30 minutes, and I kept getting lots of hair!  It's like he is shedding, but he loves the brushing!  Alex went down for a nap around 10:15 and I fell asleep with him. 

Wita came charging in around 11, thinking that was when my appointment was.  My massage appt. wasn't until noon.  So she left saying she had some things to do and returned at 11:50.  He had woken up about 10 minutes after she left, so we unloaded the dishwasher.  I left some food, veggies, avocado, etc. for him.  She had him out in the stroller looking at the pink mimosa tree flowers near the mailbox and swinging in the back yard when I got home.

He seemed happy to see me, but he didn't cry.  Soon Grandmother called to check on us and tell me it's been in the 60s as the high until just this week!  Today it was in the mid-70s.  We will need to bring pants when we go up!  Wita left and Alex went down for another nap.  I got the milk boiling to make yogurt and eat some lunch (it was now 2).  He woke up early, so I put him in the bounce seat on the counter underneath the toaster oven.  He found the knob that opens up the bottom tray of the toaster oven and preceded to open it with one hand!!  Crumbs went everywhere!  I still haven't cleaned it all up!  I finished getting the yogurt made and washed some pots. 

I kept trying to nurse him so he would go back to sleep, but he wouldn't it.  It had started to rain with thunder, so we couldn't go outside.   It was almost 5, so I put him in the baby trekker and started vacuuming the computer room, the guest room, the hall, and some of our bedroom.  By that time I knew it was getting close to time to pick up granddaddy to go to Wita's house for dinner.  Alex liked having Paw-paw sit next to him, but he kept looking for me.

As we finished preparing for the meal, Alex played on the carpet between the kitchen and dining room table.  Alex ate rice and beans and a lot of cooked carrots, but he would not look at Wita during the meal.  He would only look at me, even though he would open his mouth for her as she was feeding him.  Interesting, huh?

Wita gave him a bath there, but I forgot to bring his PJs.  The only thing that I brought was too small for him to wear.  It had started raining again and Paw-paw was worried that Alex might get sick, so we had to cover him up.  It had gotten down to 72*.  He was pretty tired by then, so Alex and I headed straight home.  He started to fuss and I was patting his chest and he fell asleep again, right at the entrance of the neighborhood.  I got him to the bed still asleep and got in the shower to wash my hair.  He slept the whole while.  I didn't get the clothes put up, so I'm doing that now.  Alex woke up and nursed back to sleep around 10, but I was stuck for almost an hour!  So I'm a little behind, but I'm going to try to get in bed by midnight so I don't get too tired.

Well, I think that's all for now.  We love you both!


From: "Wayne Eury"
To: ciceury@juno.com
Date: Sun, 10 Jun 2001 14:21:37
Subject: We miss you!

Hi Mommy,

I love you Mommy. Papi loves you too. We hope Alex and you are feeling good and feed Coco every day but you can't forget about it and we had fun last night. I love you! Bye!

Love, Sofia

Hi Honey,

It sounds like you're keeping super busy. I remember when I spent those 2 weeks alone, the first few days were hard, because you're really eking out a new routine. Then, you kind of get into the groove and you almost get used to it, but at some point towards the end, you start severely missing those that aren't there and you start counting down the hours. It's a little different for you, since you've got Alex (I didn't even have Coco--just Princess) so it will be interesting to see how the whole thing flows for you.

Well, your birthday is coming up, and Sofia and I have hidden a few little gifts around the house. We'll tell you where to look, so don't go tearing the house apart! Today's gift clues are as follows: They said it was too funky, and it's really kind of clunky, but it gives us pretty good light, even if it's a tacky sight. Under it there is a belly, made of plaster jelly, and under that there are 2 drawers, the bottom one holds a bit more.

It sounds like your Saturday went well. That is interesting about Alex not looking at anyone but you. I wonder what's going on in his mind. I'm glad he watched the video.

Have you asked Don about jacking up the van? We have some support things in our garage, which look like little tripods. We just need to jack the van up high enough to get one of those under it. Then when I get home, I can take off the tire and go get a new one.

Don't forget to check Coco's water, since he's got a little bottle now. I'm glad you brushed him a lot. All that hair that we get in the brush would normally wind up on our floor and bed and furniture, so that's good. His litter boxes should be fine, but you should rake them when you think about it. When they get too full, that's when he goes to find other places to do it.

Well, that's about all I can think of. Oh, Elena told me Autumn in New York was kind of sad. Sorry bout that. I just knew you had wanted to rent it. But hey, it's a chick flick. Chick flicks are supposed to be a little sad. It's a rule!

Papi wants me to fax my journals to Jarue. That seems like kind of a pain. What do you suggest? Should I fax them, or can you print them and take them to her, or check your mail over there and let her read them? What do you think would be best? Hope things are smoothing out between you two. Lane and I are OK. There was one little time yesterday when I was telling Sofia to stop doing something, and Elena barked at her too, and I told Lane "She doesn't need two people telling her." and that was it. So we're doing OK. I've told Elena her assignment for these 2 weeks is to learn the art of IGNORING. She needs to ignore the annoying things Sofia does instead of letting them get under her skin to the point where she explodes. So she's agreed to work on it. And I've noticed a few times when Lane was about to blow and she calms herself down and says quietly to herself "I'm not going to get into this." One thing Lane does that she needs to break is when you or I tell Sofia to stop doing something, or to do something, and Sofia doesn't immediately do what we say, Elena sees this and, I guess, feels outraged that Sofia is not doing it, or thinks Sofia didn't hear us, and so she repeats the order, but much louder and angrier. And then Sofia's attention is taken away from her parents and she gets upset that Elena is telling her what to do and everything just gets worse. So if I can just keep Lane out of the parenting role and she can learn to be an innocent bystander aunt, things will be smooth as silk. It's funny that Lane is so vehemently against having kids, yet she tries to discipline Sofia like she's a mother. I give Lane till she's 28 to have a kid.

Sofia's knee boo-boo's are fine. Oh, that reminds me: on the plane, we were talking about her boo-boo's, and then she asked a question, but she still had boo-boo's on the brain because she said "when we get to boo-boo's apartment, can we..." We all laughed hard about that, and it's been the running joke since to call your dad boo-boo. He thought it was funny too.

Well, Sofia is dying for me to get off the computer so she can do a CD-ROM, so I guess I will. I need to get my morning shower anyway. I miss you bunches. Last night after Sofia went to bed I made several trips to the potty for that traveler's friend die-gorilla. As I lay in bed, trying to feel better, I wanted to be home. Going to the beach, day trips to San Jose, all that seemed like so much work. I just wanted to be at home, comfortable, with you and Alex. Also, when I was showing the pictures of you and Alex to the Fallases, I really longed to be with you. Sometimes I think this trip is a really great experience to be doing it alone, but then other times I think to myself "I never want to travel without Cris again, because she's my best friend and I want to share all the experience with her." I'm looking forward to next summer when we can all be here together! And the Chicago trip is sounding more and more inviting, because we'll all be together, the way I like it. I want to hold my boy! I want to kiss his stinky-cheese neck and hear his deep throaty baby laugh. I want to see his huge, perpetual smile and nibble his sweaty feet.

OK, Sofia's getting slap-happy, talking about burps and parts. I'll talk to you later. Keep writing! I love you.

Love, "Eury"


From: Cristina C Eury
To: tageury@hotmail.com
Date: Mon, 11 Jun 2001 01:53:16 -0400
Subject: Re: We miss you!

Today Alex and I woke around 9ish and got dressed to your video.  We ate breakfast and decided to go for a walk, but instead of our usual route, we went towards the front of the neighborhood.  We saw a dog and talked to its owner for a little.  Then as we were three houses from home, we saw Spencer and John.  We talked to them for a little and then headed home.  Alex just doesn't enjoy his walks as much without you two there. He keeps turning to me and wanting to be picked up.  We got home around 10:45 and went down for a nap.  I fell asleep too. 

We woke up around 1:15.  We changed a diaper and went to sit on the carpet, to brush Coco and eat some lunch.  I have a new problem that if I want to eat something Alex wants it too!  While we were on the carpet, and I was sitting on the stool, Alex turned around and dove towards me, hitting his cheek right below his left eye on one of the corners.  I immediately put traumeel on it.  He would open his eye and it looked fine, so I didn't worry.  He nursed and fell asleep for another 30 mins while I watched some of Anne of Green Gables.  We need to read those to Fia.  They are wonderful!

When he woke, I put him in the trekker on my back but looking over my shoulder.  He seemed to like that better.  Yesterday he fussed more while he was facing out on my back.  WE finished vacuuming the hall, guest bath, living rooms, kitchen and dining room areas.  Then we went and cleared all the boxes off the guest bed.  By that time we were running late to go to Wita's for dinner.  I had called Ms. Margarat to invite her along, so she brought Granddaddy there.  I printed out the letters.  We were supposed to be there around 5, we arrived 35 mins late.  We had dinner, but Alex wasn't too interested in the food, like he was the night before.  He wanted to play on the floor instead.  After Granddaddy and Margarat left, Wita bathed Alex and we read your letters.  It was almost 8 and Alex was tired, so we headed home.

When we got home I went looking for my present.  I found it and opened it.  How cool!  A whole box of double stuff just for me!  Thanks you two!

Shannon called at 8:45 to say she was approaching on I-75.  She arrived 30 mins later.  I tried putting Alex on the bed, but he kept waking up. We got her bed made and the supplies for tomorrow out.  She brought the light box and won't charge me.  (That was really nice!)  Finally they went to bed around 1.  I got a shower and came to write.

Mom said I can just print out the letters and bring them whenever I come.  I talked to Wendy about the van but didn't get a chance to get Don to do the jack.  I need to find it first.  The plans sound exciting, Mom and I are jealous.  She's never stayed in Cahuita.  I hope both your digestive systems are getting back to normal.  I glad Elena is working on ignoring and being successful.  Tell her, her room looks great!  I don't remember the last time I saw that floor!  Well, I'm not quite as weepy, but I miss you both bunches.  It's almost 2, so I need to get to bed!  I love you!

Cris


From: "Wayne Eury"
To: ciceury@juno.com
Date: Mon, 11 Jun 2001 13:52:05
Subject: Happy Gnome-Making

Just a quick note to wish your gnome-making party a success. Tell Alex we'll join him on his walks soon enough. Glad the video is becoming a routine. I'm determined he won't forget us! I may have "forgotten" my parents, but we also didn't have camcorders then!

I hadn't realized Katy had died so long ago. I remember seeing her sick in the garage when I was borrowing ladders but I don't remember when that was. Poor thing. Well, at least she's not hurting anymore.

Tell Shannon I said hi and I hope she has a good time in Gainesville. I know she'll find a great job in no time. Talented people always do! Maybe you three could go for a little trip to a local natural attraction (San Felasco, Biven's Arm, etc.). I know Shannon likes those. Maybe have a picnic.

Well, it sounds like Aunt Gay won't be going to the beach with us. We will ride the bus together to Cahuita and then she'll go on to Panama. We invited her to stay at the beach with us, but Hank says he's not into that. I guess he would have come up to join us if Gay was going to join us, but alas no. At least we'll get to be with Benjamin's Grandmommy on the bus for 3-4 hours. And she's staying tomorrow night in Grecia, I think at the Fallas house. We pick her up from the airport tomorrow afternoon.

I guess that's all for now. We're going to San Jose today. Love you! Your next present hint will come, oh, I guess Wednesday before we leave for the beach.

Love, Tag


From: Cristina C Eury
To: tageury@hotmail.com
Date: Tue, 12 Jun 2001 10:02:07 -0400
Subject: alex's ears

Last night was slightly rougher.  This morning he woke with gunk in both eyes.  I think he’s started another ear infection.  I'll start the ear oil and Echinacea.  I'll call Janet Rucker the homeopath and maybe Swanger.

C


From: Cristina C Eury
To: tageury@hotmail.com
Date: Tue, 12 Jun 2001 02:44:17 -0400
Subject: monday

Today we woke up around 8 am, got dressed while watching the video and ate breakfast.  After breakfast, we decided to go for a short walk just around the block.  Alex was not exactly entertained; 2/3rds of the way home, he wanted to be held.  As we approached the house, we noticed Gracie and Wendy had arrived early, before 10.  So we all went inside and started getting things set up, cutting up the muslin, spraying the glue on the paper, sticking the cloth to the paper, and then finally tracing. We were finally tracing around 11:30.  All the light boxes came in handy.

Alex was excited to have so many people there, he wouldn't take his nap until a little after 11.  He slept for almost 1.5 hours!  It was great! I got a lot of tracing done.  Wendy brought stuffed shells and Italian bread and chocolate cake.  It was all good!  We ate lunch around 1.  Both Shannon and Wendy had started coloring their gnomes.  We kept working to get one all finished for both of them.  I think Gracie missed not being able to play with Sofia.  She stuck to her mother like glue, except while she watched Lion King.  I realized I know a lot about sewing from having watched my mom all these years.  Wendy had trouble sewing up the arms, because it is such tight curves, but I knew a trick of mom's that Shannon's came out all right.  Wendy decided she needed to leave around 3:30, so they scooted on home.  Because I was trying to stay one step ahead of them to make sure we had everything ready, and in between dealing with Alex. I didn't get anything done on mine.  But all of the stuff is now out and ready to go, so when I have 15 mins. I can go and work on some piece of it.

After they left around 4:30, Shannon decided she needed a nap.  Alex didn't want to cooperate with that for another hour.  I finally laid down and we got a little sleep.  Mom called around 6:30 to say she was finally leaving the health dept. and we could meet her at home.  We didn't get there until 7.  We had leftovers, but it was nice.  Mom talked with Shannon a lot.  I bathed Alex, by myself.  We left around 9:30.  We got home and decided to watch a movie, Pay it Forward.  We really like it! Shannon colored her other gnome during the movie.  We will finish it tomorrow before she leaves.  She has to leave Tuesday at dinner time because she has an interview Wednesday morning in Tampa.  We are playing it by ear, but we were thinking of going blueberry picking in the morning. We will see how we feel.

Well, I got showered and washed my hair.  It's now almost 3, so I needed to hit the sack.  Say some prayers for Alex and his ears- cold.  I love you and miss you both.  Alex really misses and loves you both.

Have a good day!

Cris


From: Cristina C Eury
To: tageury@hotmail.com
Date: Tue, 12 Jun 2001 21:54:20 -0400
Subject: Alex

He is not awful, but Swanger is only in on Monday and Wed.  I'm going to take him in to see if it looks bad in the ears or not.  I've started garlic oil and talked to Janet.  She thinks Pulsatilla might do better right now, so I went Ward's to get it.

I'll write more later.

Cris


From: "Wayne Eury"
To: ciceury@juno.com
Date: Wed, 13 Jun 2001 03:36:46
Subject: Beach tomorrow

Hi Honey,

Sorry to hear about Alex's ears. I wish I was there to help you (and here too--I want a clone!) I almost had a pukey 5-year old today (see journal) and I would trade that for an ear infection any day. Maybe our kids are psychically linked and felt bad on the same day, even though they are far apart. Hmm.
But Sofie seems to be better now. Whew. I am the family healer-in-training!

Did you know your dad has one of those ear thermometers? Pretty cool. I didn't tell him we heard they were unreliable. Why burst his bubble. I was just glad to have a thermometer.

OK, we're off to the beach tomorrow, so I won't have internet access until Friday night. We'll be back in Grecia around 9 PM.

Here's your next present: Near the TV there is a black box, that only gets used for movies that rock. It's wide and it's black and it has a cloth face, and behind it you'll find a gift in the space.

That was an easy one. Enjoy your second birthday present.

We love you bunches! Can't wait to be with you and Alex again soon. We'll say the healing prayer every night at the beach, for Alex.

Love, Tag

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Some gold from the past...liquid gold to be exact

Back in the dark ages of the internet, when we had dial-up (look it up, kids), we used an email service called Juno. It allowed you to type an email offline, and when you were ready to send it, the modem would dial up, it would send your email and receive any new ones, and then disconnect. When you had to pay for the connection minutes, it was a cost-efficient method. And it wouldn't tie up your phone line from that all-important phone call from your mother.

The problem with Juno is that you couldn't easily access your saved emails unless you had the Juno software. By the time we moved to Phoenix in 2004, we had gone the broadband route, and Juno's days, for us, were ending. I copied our saved mail folders onto a backup disc, but again, those emails are not very accessible. The farther we got from using Juno, the farther away I felt from those emails. Sometimes I would be looking for a file and I would finally remember that I must be thinking of something I had emailed and saved in a Juno folder.

The more we traveled as a family, the more keeping a travel journal became a routine for me. Yet somehow in the cross-country moves and various hard drive crashes (pre-OCD back-up days) I had lost a travel journal. In 2001, I went to Costa Rica with Sofia and Elena (Cristina stayed home with 10-month old Alex). In those pre-blog days, I shared my travel journals my emailing them to my family and friends. But no one seemed to have kept those emails, so I thought that journal was lost.

This past weekend, I was cleaning and decluttering the home office, and I found a few CDs and DVDs that had no labels. I also found a few "back up" discs. I took the stack to school and perused each one this afternoon. Most of it was junk or unreadable discs, but the "back up" one had a bunch of documents, some photos...and our Juno mail files.

Still inaccessible without a Juno account and software.

Like gold that's just out of reach.

Luckily, there's a hack for that.

A quick google search found a bit of a homemade app specifically to convert Juno mail folders into text files. It's clunky and not very user-friendly. For example, all the emails saved in a folder are placed in one big text file. But it's better than nothing. I managed to convert Cristina's folder and my folder.

I found a file called journals. I made a quick scan-through (after two after-school meetings, it was getting late, and I needed to get home). I'm pretty sure I found the Costa Rica 2001 journal. I'll look closer tomorrow.

Another lost treasure that I've wished I could access was the story of Sofia's potty training. I knew there were lots of funny details I had forgotten over the years, and I knew I had written it all up when it happened. But it had been locked up in a Juno mail folder all these years. 15 and a half years to be precise.

But not anymore.

Sofia, here's the story you've heard about. Your story. Enjoy.

*     *     *

I'm very proud of the fact that I have successfully taken on the responsibility of helping Sofia make the transition from diapers to toilet. Cristina is a wonderful mother in so many ways, but she totally loses her patience when it comes to Sofia's potty training. So I've stepped in and for some reason Sofia has made rapid progress under my "tutelage" in just a matter of days. I wanted to document the main events for myself, as well as other interested parties:

Prior to August 7: In an effort to make her more aware of her urges, we have been letting Sofia go around the house naked, or bottomless. Then, when she feels the urge, she asks for a diaper. Sofia vehemently refuses to have anything to do with a toilet, child potty or regular size. When asked about it, she says "Old people die on the potty." Cris and I are perplexed. She also absolutely refuses to wear panties. We smile weakly when people say "she'll eventually potty train." Secretly we have our doubts. Visions of diapers for years to come nag in our minds. It is a dark time.

August 7: Sofia and I are in the bathroom. She is bottomless and is twisting her legs up and clutching her groin. I nonchalantly ask her: "Sofie, you want to pee-pee in the shower?" To my amazement, she says yes. I stand her in the shower, show her how to spread her legs, and she cuts loose with a stream and a giggle. Progress. I give her toilet paper and help her wipe, then she gets some M&M's, a reward that has been in a jar in the bathroom waiting to be used for months.

August 8: Sofia has continued to use the shower regularly. It's a little more trouble to rinse out the tub, but at least she's not using diapers and she seems to enjoy it. She still wears a diaper to bed.

August 9: Sofia and Cristina have an argument because Cristina feels that Sofia has gone too long without peeing and tries to force her to use the shower. Sofia gets defiant and refuses to go. My hard work in jeopardy, I quickly intervene and coax Sofia into using the shower again.

I officially take over potty training duties and we decide Cristina will stay out of the way.

Several days go by. Sofia continues to use the shower to pee-pee and a diaper at night. She occasionally poo-poo's in the shower as well, but sometimes I resort to a diaper when she says she needs to poo-poo.

August 13: Cristina and I discuss our amazement in Sofia's bladder control. We decide to set a date for Sofia to no longer wear diapers in the daytime. We even explore the possibility of having a party, or a cake, or something to make it seem like a tangible rite of passage. I suggest Monday being the first day of diaper-free days. Cristina wonders how a trip to O2B Kids will be handled without diapers. "It's not like they have a shower there." I, the self-proclaimed potty training expert, scratch my chin with a reflective "hmm." I suggest she tell Sofia that she either must use the O2B potty or leave O2B and come home. "And," I also suggest, "make sure you take some spare panties."

Sofia, distracted by the presence of guests in our house, has a few accidents, but that is to be expected.

August 15: Sunday morning. Sofia and I are done with breakfast and I'm getting ready to go outside and work on the yard. Sofia wants to come with me. I nonchalantly say, "Would you like to wear a pair of panties?" To my amazement, she says yes. We go put some on. She comes outside wearing only white panties and sneakers. While I drag and cut branches, she waters the grass (and her Papi) with a hose.

Intoxicated with the sight of my panty-hating daughter in panties, I gently tell Sofia that she will no longer wear diapers in the daytime. A day early and no cake, but it feels right. Sofia has no problem with it.

Late afternoon. While I'm changing the oil in the car, Sofia tells me she needs to use the shower. Not wanting to clean up and go inside, I devilishly ask her if she'd like to pee in the grass. She devilishly says yes. She pulls her panties off and does her business right there beside the car.

After a shower, she willingly puts on a clean pair of panties. One more roadblock seemingly removed.

August 16: There are occasional tinges of desire for a diaper, but I keep the panties thing going with little comments like "Big girls wear panties. Coley wears panties." Coley is Sofia's best friend, another 3-year-old girl that Sofia adores. I do not know if Coley does, in fact, wear panties. But it is a gamble I'm willing to take. It works, and Sofia takes great pride in pulling her own panties up.

Sofia and Cristina go to O2B Kids for about 2 hours. Sofia does fine in panties and holds her pee until they get home. Cristina and Sofia have another argument because Sofia only wants to pee in the grass. Cristina refuses and explains that "Papi made a mistake letting you pee in the grass." She explains the many reasons why people pee inside. In defiance, Sofia pees on the kitchen floor. When I get home and get appraised of the situation, I have a heart-to-heart with Sofia and tell her that I did, indeed, make a mistake. Sofia seems fine with it and goes back to peeing in the shower.

August 17: Sofia and I are in the bathroom while waiting for Cristina to get home from her mother's. Sofia says she needs to pee. I nonchalantly say "I'll give you a lollypop if you go in the little potty." To my shock and surprise, she agrees. We pull down her panties, she sits on the potty, and with a big grin, she cuts loose. Victory! The Rocky theme plays in my head, but I restrain myself and don't make too big of a deal about it. I think gushing with praise makes her a little timid and I don't want her to back off.

Cristina gets home, wonders why in the world Sofia is eating a lollypop before dinner, then gushes with praise when she finds out. I realize that the gushing of praise from Mommy is safe, because she's more of the audience than the tutor. I think I potty train like a Jedi master: calm and at peace with the universe. A Jedi Master doesn't jump up and down when the student pee-pees in the potty. A Jedi Master simply nods with a wise expression and pats the apprentice on the shoulder (and slips them a lollypop).

Bedtime. As I prepare to put Sofia in her night-night diaper, she suddenly says she wants to wear panties to bed. Stunned, I secretly consort with Cristina, and we decide to go for it. I put a towel down in the bed just in case. Sofia wears panties to bed for the first time and wakes up dry the next morning.

August 18: Sofia has, thank goodness, continued to pee-pee in the little potty (and occasionally in the shower). In the course of about 10 days, she has gone from only peeing and pooping in a diaper, hating panties, and fearing potties, to a panty-wearing, potty-using, diaper-free young lady. Our heads are still reeling.

Sofia and Cristina go to Mother Earth and buy some all-natural gummy bears to use as potty rewards instead of lollypops. They come visit me at work. Cristina leaves GHS to run some errands and Sofia and I go up to the front office for something. Sofia has shown the signs of needing to pee, but of course there is no little potty at Gainesville High School. Finally, one of the last roadblocks is triumphantly obliterated with the simple phrase "Papi, I want to pee-pee in the big potty." We go in the faculty men's room and I sit her on the big potty and hold on to her. I don't want to set our progress back months by an accidental slip or even a slight feeling of unease or insecurity on this big potty. As I hold on to her, she pees in the big potty. Angels blew their horns. I was so proud I gave her a whole bag of gummy bears.

When Cristina gets back from her errands, she wonders why in the world Sofia was eating an entire bag of gummy bears. I tell her the news, and she gushes. We are both quite dumbfounded to say the least.

I'm convinced that tomorrow she will ask me for the car keys.

The End (of our diaper-washing days?)

24 August 1999

Friday, February 13, 2015

Big Life Change Approaching

A Simple Plan


The plan was simple.

In 2009, as I started what would be my last year teaching at South Mountain High School in Phoenix, Arizona, we decided to move back to Florida.

Sofia would be starting high school in 2010, and changing schools during high school is no fun. If we were going to transfer our lives back to the east coast, summer of 2010 was the sweet spot. The perfect window.

The options still remained to move to North Carolina or even Costa Rica, to live closer to family and get out of the desert. But the job market was lousy and my best chance was to be rehired at Gainesville High School, where the principal knew me from my time there before. We would sell our house in Phoenix, rent something in Gainesville until we found a house to buy, and then we'd be homeowners again.

How naive.

The Great Recession of 2008 threw a wrench in the cogs of our simple plan. Selling a house in Phoenix in 2010 was like selling a diamond-encrusted comb to an impoverished bald man. The housing bubble had offered easy loans and plentiful home options. The bubble enabled us to buy our first house.

When the bubble popped, we were faced with two choices: remain in the desert, 2000 miles from family, essentially chained to a house while our kids could easily be grown and in college before our house sold, or we could commit credit suicide by walking away from our house.

We took the family option.

Walking Away


To my friends in Phoenix who love living in the desert, I mean no disrespect, but we're Florida people to our core. The thought of greenery--and rivers and lakes and beaches--not being a part of our children's daily lives... it bummed us out. And kids grow fast.

With our oldest about to start high school, we felt a sense of urgency.

March 2010: Our house went on the market.
June 2010: GHS rehired me. We packed up and moved.
July 2010: We rented a house in Gainesville.

As we knew might happen, our house in Phoenix didn't sell. Being "underwater," we expected a short sale from the get-go. Not even a nibble. Soon we explored a "deed in lieu of foreclosure." Wells Fargo said they'd try to help us out, but it was lip service, and six months after making our last payment, our house foreclosed.

On one level, I feel ashamed. After a lifetime of financial responsibility (although it could be argued that taking on so many student loans was not financially responsible) our credit scores were excellent. And now we had reneged on a big time promise. We said we would pay, and we did not. And that's embarrassing.

But on another level, I see it as a business decision, not unlike the tough decisions that businesses make all the time. We knew the costs of walking away, and we decided that the benefits outweighed the costs.

A Fresh Start


My pay was lower in Florida. Much lower. Like $20,000 lower. It quickly became very clear that our credit card debt which had been manageable in Phoenix was not so in Florida. With a foreclosure already wrecking our credit and potentially looming as a crippling debt, we decided to file for bankruptcy and start fresh.

The bankruptcy process took a while. We spent many months not answering the phone to avoid debt collectors, while chipping away at the paperwork required. We finally filed in November 2012. Our discharge date was a few months later: March 6, 2013.

By this point we had been in our rental house for nearly three years. And we knew we'd be there a while longer. Bankrupt couples don't just go out and buy a house. Rent is high in Gainesville. Because of the huge university, Gainesville has a large rental market. Our four bedroom house was costing us $1100 a month in rent. It was aggravating to know that if we were homeowners, we could be paying considerably less each month for a mortgage payment. We'd also have the incentive to put money into fixing up the house if we owned it. It's bad enough to pay rent to someone else, but I'm not going to upgrade the appliances, roof insulation, and HVAC for the landlord. So we suffered on with high rent and crazy utility bills from the inefficient HVAC and poor insulation.

But that's the price we pay for our mistakes. I can only blame myself.

In the Fall of 2014, after signing our fifth 12-month lease for our rental house, I was determined that this would be our last year paying rent. There were no thoughts that we might move to another city or state any time soon. Certainly not before all the kids were done with high school. It was finally time to think about buying a house in Gainesville. When we filed for bankruptcy, I had heard that even after a bankruptcy, it was possible to get a home loan within a few years. I started checking realtor.com in my spare moments.

The Search


Sofia was spending her gap year in Panama volunteering for the Baha'i Faith. I was insanely busy teaching a 6th period (you don't realize how precious that planning period is until you no longer have it). Cristina turned her full powers to managing the household, taming our overgrown yard and helping Alex and Bella navigate through 8th and 5th grade respectively. Boy Scouts and Girl Scouts. Band. Making breakfast and lunches. Carpool. It's a full time job.

And every day, I'd take a quick pass through realtor.com. Sometimes Zillow.

Here's what made our search even trickier: we didn't think we'd qualify for too big of a loan, based on our credit. And despite Sofia mostly being out of the house, we wanted a four bedroom so that she'd have a room of her own when she was home on breaks and summers. The rest of the time the room could be a guest room. We like to couchsurf, and it's nice to have a room to offer our visiting family/friends, as well as couchsurfers.

An additional desire was to find a house that had room for Cristina's Jin Shin Jyutsu practice; a space where she could leave her table up full-time, bring clients without having to rent a space, etc.

So four bedrooms, a practice space, and cheap. Tall order? Yep.

After looking for a few months, I found a couple of houses that could work. One of which (we called the blue house) was five bedrooms. No garage, but lots of upstairs storage. We started dreaming. It was east of Main Street (the less desirable part of town), but within our desired radius of GHS. It needed some work. A lot of work. But it was only $95,000. We toured it with a realtor and we talked to a lender.

It turns out there's a type of loan called FHA which we would be eligible for two years after our bankruptcy discharge date. March 6, 2015. Once we talked to an actual loan officer, it began to really feel like this was going to happen. Our renting days could come to an end and we could be homeowners again.

We heard rumors that the blue house wasn't eligible for an FHA loan. Perhaps because it needed a new roof. Not sure.

Another house I found that fit our needs was surprisingly close to our current rental house. We live on a short cul-de-sac street that has about nine other similar streets running parallel.

Our rental house

The house I found for $123,900 was six streets down from us, in nearly the same position on the street our rental house is. Four bedrooms, check. Bonus room for JSJ practice, check. I told Cristina about it, but she was too busy to give it much thought. I stopped by on my way home from work one day and peeked in the windows. It really looked like a good possibility. I encouraged Cristina to look at it.

The possible house, which we refer to as "3300"

She finally stopped and looked, and she liked it. Soon after that, I noticed on realtor.com that the price dropped 5K. $117,900. Interesting.

Things Move Fast


January 15: I emailed the loan officer that had pre-approved us for the blue house. I told her about 3300 and asked if she could run our numbers through to see if we'd qualify for $117,900. We did.

January 16: We met our friend Nancy Turbyfill, a realtor, at the house and got our first walkthrough. The pics on realtor.com had looked pretty good, but until you actually walk through a house, it's hard to get the full lay of the land. It was big. The bedrooms aren't big, but the living space is plentiful. The kitchen, while outdated, has newer appliances than what we currently have in the rental, and the kitchen itself is slightly bigger. At first glance, the bathrooms looked like a real problem, but on closer inspection, it was mostly cosmetic. I even told Nancy the bathrooms didn't bother me, because that was how we could afford a house like this. Many buyers would be scared off. We told Nancy we were seriously interested.

Our concern was that with the price drop, the house wasn't going to last long. Nancy agreed. In fact, she knew that there already was another offer, but it was contingent on the buyer's own house selling. 3300 had recently become bank-owned, and obviously the bank wanted it sold sooner rather than later. However, we were facing a date problem of our own. We couldn't get a loan until after the two year anniversary of our bankruptcy, March 6. And it was currently mid-January.

Then we got some good news from the loan officer (whom I will henceforth refer to as Sue). Sue found out that as long as the closing was after March 6, we could proceed with the offer and buying process. It typically takes about 45 to 60 days from submitting an offer to closing escrow. This just might work!

We mulled it over all weekend and on Sunday, we met Nancy at the house again for one more walkthrough before deciding to put in an offer. We wrote up the offer in the kitchen of 3300. We included $5000 for closing costs, so our offer was for $123,000 with the seller paying $5000 in closing costs.

If they accepted our offer, another problem loomed: our rental lease was through the end of July. If we closed on this house mid-March, our first mortgage payment would probably be due May 1. That means we'd have three months of paying rent and mortgage. Maybe our landlord would let us out of our lease early. It was a long shot, but we'd have to try if it came to that.

Nancy called us four days later to tell us the bank had accepted our offer. There was another week of paperwork, contract counter-offers, and counters to the counters, but on January 29, the bank signed the contract, setting into motion the buying process. We had five business days to get all the inspections done. We had already scheduled a home inspection and septic inspection on the 29th, and the bank signed the contract about an hour before the inspection appointment. Just in the nick of time! The following Monday we got the WDO inspection done (wood-destroying organisms...termites, mold, etc.). Apart from a little wood rot in a few places, the house was in average shape.

So now we're in the underwriting process. Our assignment is to do whatever Sue asks us to do. Everything is on track for a March 12 closing. In the meantime, we're plugging along in our normal busy lives, with an eye towards decluttering, packing stuff up, and planning our list of things to do on the new house after we close. Even if our landlord lets us out of our lease two months early, we'll have several months of overlap, so we can live in the rental while working on the new house. So many things we'd like to do, but so limited by lack of money! But it will be ours, and we can work on things gradually. For now, here are the photos!

 May as well start with the most unattractive room. This is part of the converted garage, which is a utility room with washer/dryer hookup. Electric water heater is relatively new. It's piped for gas, so when we upgrade to a tankless gas water heater, it's easy.

 The bonus room. The other part of the converted garage. They didn't pull a permit for it, so it can't legally be claimed as a 5th bedroom, even though it has a closet and HVAC ducts. This will be Cristina's practice room, but it needs a lot of work: new floor and flooring, new door, and we want to add a half bath. We'll pull a permit though, which will increase the square footage of the house, and make it a 5/2.5 instead of a 4/2.

 The family room, at the back of the house. The fireplace is large and original (1968). The french doors are relatively new. This is where we'll put the sofa and TV. The primary living space, since it's attached to the kitchen, where life really revolves.

 The hallway to the bedrooms.

 Some of the bedrooms have two closets.

 Bedrooms are small but adequate.

 Guest bath. Note the crappy patch job in the shower. We will retile this bathroom eventually. That wallpaper is coming down too.

 The master bath. The terrible looking tile in the shower is where the previous owner painted the tiles and the paint is now coming off. Stripping all that paint off will be the first step in making this shower a little more attractive, but we'll eventually retile this one too.

 The HVAC is only three years old! YES!!!

 The living room, at the front of the house. Big space. This will be a multipurpose room: study/office space, craft room, music studio, etc.

 Front door is beautiful and fairly new.

 Back porch is delapidated and will be torn down. One of the first things we'll do. Alex would like to repurpose the lumber into a chicken coop. We'll see!

 All the houses in this neighborhood were built in the 60's, and terrazzo floors were a very popular flooring choice then. We like it and want to pull up all the old carpet and linoleum and restore the terrazzo. It's coming back into fashion, but that's not why we're doing it. Less allergens, cooler house in the summer, and we like the look of it. Yes, we know it's cold in the winter. That's why slippers and rugs were invented!

This will be our second fireplace. My parents house (that we rented) in Northwood Oaks had one.

We'd like to find a place for these somewhere on the front. Pretty.

 Another view of the french doors, with a partial view of back yard. You can see the edge of the kitchen in the right side of frame.

 The kitchen. Needs a major overhaul, but at least the oven/stove and fridge are fairly new. Eventually we'd like to take out the soffit and update the cabinets and counters. And what's up with that wallpaper trim? Ugg.

 This photo shows pretty much the entire garage that remains after the utility room and bonus room were created. Not deep enough for cars, but fine for bikes and storage. I'll probably keep that cabinet thing as a workbench area.

 The front porch.

 Facing west.

Facing east.

 The tree. I wanted this house as soon as I saw this live oak in the front yard. Gorgeous.

 Cristina talking to our friend (and realtor) Nancy.