Being the calm, sensible mother, she suggests that Jerry was just shy. That certainly does take some of the worry away. :)

I have to admit, I had high expectations. Jerry had been singing the “Jack-O-Lattern” song as we played together over the weekend - and I knew how much he enjoyed the ending (Boo!) Eriko and I showed up just on time (3:45), sat in our little chairs, and waited for the children to come out. The first four filed out one after another and sat in their places. Then came Jerry.

I'm still slowly breaking out of my "I must do it all" model and finding out what is out there. Look at my information flow: I’m just getting started!

OK, my blog is in desperate need of a rework and between family and work I have approximately 10 minutes of free time a week - in which I’m either trying to learn more about twitter or reading Raising Cain: Protecting the Emotional Lives of Boys. That said, I have had some things published into the giant information space in the cloud: A talk I gave at Intel's booth at VMworld: Isilon Systems, Scale-Out Storage for Large Scale Server Virtualization An article I wrote for Virtualization Journal: Understanding the Role Storage Plays in Virtual Environments Since these are both techno wonkish and probably not interesting to most, the true nature of this post is to add new content to my blog and to self-promote.

Last night was tough. Not only was Eriko completely drained by the time I arrived home, which thankfully, was earlier than usual, but Jerry had a poor night sleeping. He woke up once, was upset, couldn’t talk about it, and it eventually escalated to me removing him from the bedroom. This turned into a full blown tantrum, kicking, screaming, hitting, throwing, spitting… you name it. I sat on the couch and was minimally engaged - I would put him back on the floor if he ran over and tried to hit me and I talked to him - I kept explaining that he needed to talk about what he wanted.

Let’s not mince words - Jerry is what (and who) I get excited about most. Yet, when we play I am often distracted and find it difficult to let go of things outside my control (at least for the moment). Those things? Work. As confused as I am about whether I’m doing the right thing, I spend a lot of energy on work. Money. This never used to be an obsession.