Triplets!

Jonah Franklyn, 1:07 a.m.  4lbs, 3oz.  17″.

Gradey Mahlon, 1:11 a.m.  4lbs, 17.5″.

Kingston Lyric, 1:17 a.m.  3lbs, 15oz.  17″.

Jess is doing fine, only four stitches.  The doc said they triplets were the “biggest and healthiest pre-term babies he ever delivered.”  Technically, they were due July 27, but we got them to 31 weeks.

The boys are moving to NICU for about a week of observation.  The only little issue was that Gradey had wet lungs — easily resolved.

Ryan and Candace and I got to share in their birth, which was really cool.  Jess was uncomfotable lately and had contractions off and on for months.  Once the “real” contractions hit this evening, she was done and delivered within four hours.

This went about as perfectly as it could have — mom is safe and healthy and happy, and the triplets are in good health.

Then There Were Eight

A quick update:

  1. It had been decided for a while that Ryan was going to take sole and permanent custody of the baby that his half-brother and his girlfriend were about to have.  Well, she delivered … twins.  Much to everyone’s astonishment.  I got to name the boy (Liam) and Ryan and Candace named the girl (Kylee).  They are in the hospital yet, since they were premature and had some minor challenges (jaundice, primarily), but … with the triplets, this makes eight kids in the household.  Wow!
  2. It’s been a back-and-forth with gifts lately.  Ryan bought me a stunning stainless-steel pendant engraved with “MLP” — his nickname for me, which means “most loved person.”  He also got assorted gifts for my brother and his family, and Candance and I were able to make him his very first Easter baskets EVER.  I might have included an elephant clock with his basket, and Candace gave him blankets that she made for Ryan and Jackson and Camden.
  3. Two weeks without a vehicle = torture.
  4. Work has been … blah.  More of the same.
  5. I have been buying DVDs by the boatload lately.  In the last three weeks, I have purchased 21, which is strange given that when I started this buying spree, I only owned like a dozen.
  6. Perhaps no car and lots of DVD-watching has contributed to my expanding waistline?  Ugh.  Gotta drop 20.

Marshmallow Quads

Picture it:  Your humble correspondent, resplendent in cycling attire including helmet and cycling shorts and technical top, made a 19.3 mile jaunt around Ottawa County this morning, clocking in at an underwhelming 1:45 over moderately hilly terrain.

Starting at Wilson and Leonard, I went east on Leonard to 48th in Lamont, then took 48th to Johnson and followed that to 14th and Hayes.  I took Hayes to Ironwood just long enough to hit 8th, which I followed to Lincoln. Lincoln turns into Richmond on the other side of Wilson, and I followed that through to Kinney, which I took to Leonard and back to my point of origin.

Some thoughts about the trip, which was my first “real” cycling experience:

  • Cycling shorts aren’t just for dudes with big packages.  They actually cushion the butt and reduce chafe.  Yay!
  • I bought a frame-mounted water bottle, which was a wise investment.
  • Shifting is not a crime.
  • For miles 0.5 to 2.0, my quads rebelled against their task and felt like they were going to secede from the union.  However, once they realized that resistance was futile, they quit complaining and did their job as required.
  • Blackberry Curve + 8 GB SD card chock full o’ music + Plantronics 855 stereo Bluetooth earpiece = cycling bliss.  Only two downsides:  First, I got a little emotional listening to Hoobastank’s “The Reason” because it reminded me of what I ought to sing to Ryan (minus the “before I go” part, of course), and second, I caught myself singing Sheena Easton’s “For Your Eyes Only” — loudly — on a flat stretch.
  • I went exclusively on the roads and avoided auto-related problems by not acting as if I were the only person entitled to be on the road.  So I guess I can have my cake and eat it, too.
  • Never go on a ride like that when the last thing you ate was a bowl of tomato soup at 6 p.m. on the previous day.

Val thinks I could do a century later this summer, and if I do more training rides, I think I might agree.  I am not especially swift, but I suppose that once my legs quit bitching in those early miles, I do have some endurance.

In all, it was an enjoyable way to spend a gorgeous Saturday morning.

Bad Day

Aftermath

Friday sucked.

It was my brother’s birthday, which was cool.  Ryan and I each got him a separate card and gift certificate.  After I dropped off the cards, I picked up Brian and Candace’s daughter, Katie, to do some shopping and have dinner.

Around 5 p.m., pulling out of a parking lot on 28th Street, I was waved across two held lanes of traffic to make a left-hand turn.  Which I did — only to be hit by a guy in a little white car.  By the time it was over, four cars were hit and two of them, including my Grand Cherokee, were totalled.  Neither Katie nor I were injured, but the guy who hit me broke his nose.  I ended up getting the ticket.

To make matters worse, once Ryan heard about it (he was in Kentucky on vacation), he freaked out and the rest of the day turned into a nightmare of Ryan feeling responsible for what happened because we were IM’ing on Blackberry while I was with Katie and the whole trip was his suggestion.

I ended up staying most of the night at Brian’s, talking and drinking beer and playing Guitar Hero: Metallica until around 7 a.m.

Everyone is fine, but — Friday wasn’t the best of days.

Til Now

I haven’t written much on this blog lately; my time has been spent doing other things.  But I’ve got a bit of free time, so … herewith an update.

  1. Biggest news:  No more twins.  Nope.  Now, we’ve got triplets.  Yes, three.  Not one baby.  Not two babies.  THREE babies, confirmed by special ultrasound two weeks ago.  Wow!  Baby A is Jonah Franklyn, Baby B is Gradey Mahlon, and Baby C is Kingston Lyric.  Jess is technically due at the end of July, but given her small size and the fact that there are THREE babies, we’re hoping she can make it to 30 weeks, which puts her due in mid-May.  This is exciting!
  2. Speaking of kids, Jackson and Camden and Harper are doing fine.  Harper is learning to crawl backwards in a circle, and Jackson and Camden have figured out that it’s not funny to adults when they climb up on the kitchen counter and play fireman with the spray nozzle in the sink.
  3. Work is going well.  Lots of transitions, but stuff seems to be moving smoothly.
  4. With Tony’s assistance, I’ve been doing a fair amount of business development work again.  It helps that a dear friend from high school, Kate, has used my services as she starts her own consultancy.
  5. I bought a bike yesterday — a real one, and a helmet and everything.  One step closer to being either more healthy, or even (maybe) thinking about a triathlon.
  6. An old college friend, Rob and his wife Jess, moved to G.R. from Tennessee a few weeks ago.  It was nice to see him again, and great to finally meet his lovely bride.
  7. Also yesterday … I went to an honest-to-god salon and got my hair done.  I progressed from “mom’s haircuts” (yes, she has a cosmetologist’s license), to a traditional man’s barber, to going to the King’s Room, to now going to Design 1 salon.  Leah did a great job thinning the sides, lightening my whole head, and doing subtle highlights on top.  Jason is pleased.
  8. A transition of sorts … I got to celebrate Rick’s 30th with fine Indian food and a bottle of 15-year Scotch as we mourned the final episode of Battlestar Galactica, one of the finest dramas on TV.
  9. Slowly but surely, I’m making needed technology changes.  Since upgrading to the Blackberry Curve, I’ve actually leased my own server (not a hosted reselling thing, but an actual server) and am migrating my business stuff to it.  Time will tell if all of my IT infrastructure will move to it.  And, I recently bought an HP Mini 1030 — a lovely netbook that I threw an HP-branded version of Ubuntu Linux on.  This version of Linux is optimized for netbooks and is easier on machines with solid-state drives (as this one has).
  10. After a hiatus, I’ve been spending a bit more time with ol’ T-Bone, which is cool.  Last weekend, for example, I got to go to Lansing to help him and my favorite (Jen) and Tony’s parents install a new million-ton desk at Tony’s law office.  It was a fun experience, and “Alan” and Cindy even bought a great lunch for me, which was nice.
  11. I’ve been seeing a lot more of my brother and sister-in-law and their kids since meeting Ryan, which is both good and long-overdue, and one of the reasons I’m glad I met Pumpkin.  I even got to see Twilight in the theater with Katie a few weeks ago.  She is such a sweet girl.

OK, all for now.  Moral of the story is that I’ve been busy lately, but things are going well.

Still Standing

I am still here.  Haven’t done a lot of blogging lately, mostly becuase my attention is being paid to Ryan, and Jess, and doing a lot of offline writing.  Yes, I have started my memoirs.  Yes, I know what that sounds like.  I’m about 7,000 words into a planned 60,000, and I’m finding the writing to be a relaxing and easy experience so far.  Updates to follow.

Being a Man

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately about what it takes to be a good man.  Here are some of my thoughts.

  1. The biggest thing about being a man is to have courage.  Sometimes, we have things happen in our lives that make us afraid.  Maybe we are facing a big decision, or a major change in how we live.  There can be a lot in life that is unknown, and that can be scary.  But a man will say to himself, “I know that I’m afraid of what I don’t know or don’t understand, but I will step out anyway.”  A man can be afraid of the unknown — fear is OK — but he doesn’t let fear stop him from building a better life for himself.
  2. Real men have emotions, and they are willing to share them.  Some people think that men should never show fear, or love, or pain, or anything — that men should all be like John Wayne or Vin Diesel.  But this is not true!  Being a man means accepting one’s feelings and sharing them with those they love.
  3. Real men need to be weak sometimes.  When we are afraid, or in pain, it’s OK for men to need someone to care for them.   Being a man doesn’t mean that you have to be strong and perfect 100 percent of the time — being a man means you are strong when you can be, and let yourself to be weak when you need to be, so that others can be strong for you.
  4. When times are tough, and you need help, a man will ask for it.  There is no shame in needing help!
  5. It’s OK for a man to enjoy silly or childish things.  One of the greatest joys in my life is being silly.  Little things like kitten calendars, or Dilbert doorknob hangers, or my elephant mug, make me happy.  And sometimes I like to play — board games, or hide-and-seek with my 4-year-old nephew.  There is nothing wrong with a man liking some “kid stuff,” because the man who won’t let the kid inside of him to come out to play is a man who is unhappy and unhealthy.
  6. Men accept responsibility for their behavior, and understand that they have obligations to others that need to be met, even when we don’t want to.

Every man begins as a boy.  But there is no line in the sand between “boy” and “man” — the journey from being a boy to being a man takes a long time.  And it’s not perfect.  The happiest men I know are the ones who sometimes let their inner boy come out for a while every now and then, and try to balance the “man” and “boy” in their lives.

Manhood isn’t easy, and it takes a long time to for a boy to grow into a teen, and that teen to grow into a young man, and that young man to become an old man.  It’s a journey that is important, but it doesn’t need to be taken alone.

Want

Fear is powerful.  It can move people to heroic acts of survival; it can leave others to cower in terror; it can bring out the best and the worst in us.

Fear of the unknown is strong.  It can stop us dead in our tracks, preventing us from doing the things we need to do to build a better life for ourselves.  It can fill us with doubt, making us put our trust in the unreasonable instead of in those we love.  It can suck the confidence and energy and life out of us, leaving us to simply stop.

But fear can be helpful, too.  It can give us the inner strength to overcome our doubts and our pains and our confusion — and to act. 

For those who have lived a life filled with darkness and pain, fear of the light is natural.  There is a sense that, being on the verge of something better, they are not worthy of the light.  Not worthy of love.  That they are bad people, who’ve done bad things, and don’t deserve anything other than the pain and the sorrow that has filled their lives.

And the temptation, then, is to sleep with the devil they know, instead of risking a walk with the angels they can’t yet see.  Even though they hate the devil, they know him and are comfortable with his sufferings.  But the angel?  He is unknown — and even though he might be better, our shame at living in darkness is strong enough to make us refuse to step into the light.

The challenge is simple.

Does a person in pain, who wants something better, reach for it?  Or does he find reasons to remain in the shadows, wanting to reach out but hoping the angel will pass him by?

This is not about being worthy or unworthy.  This is about choice.  A choice to live a better life, to demand respect and wholeness.

There are several people in my life right now who are facing this choice.  I pray that they choose carefully.

Lately

I’ve been writing few things lately, mostly because I’ve been spending most of my time chatting with Ryan.  So, here are a few random highlights, to keep y’all in the loop.

  1. Work has been interesting.  Wrapped the most recent version of the Revenue Cycle Dashboards this week — an interesting project, which is going well.
  2. I subbed for a bunch of Tony’s classes last week.  I covered two sections of American Government (campaigns, media, and interest groups) at Kalamazoo Valley Community College (two class periods for each section), and one section each of Biometric Law and Personal Financial Planning at Davenport University.  The students were fun, and the whole experience was a great one.  I’m glad I was able to help Tony with this.
  3. My cousin gets back from Madagascar soon.  I’m excited.
  4. My thoughts and prayers go out to Jen as she … exists.
  5. Haven’t had too much time to run or go to the dojo this month, but I’ve nevertheless managed to lose about eight pounds since Halloween.  Hooray!
  6. I hurt my back two weeks ago moving a file cabinet and was off work for two consecutive days, and I worked from home for a third.  Back pain sucks.
  7. Got a new Blackberry.  Went from the aged 7100i to a new Curve 8330.  LOVE IT, although I need the IT guys to give me security access to actually install the new device on my hospital laptop.
  8. Interesting how new experiences can really cause a change of perspective for the better.
  9. The old Towers building — where I worked for several years — is being demolished this week.  The building is roughly 50 years old, and was past its prime, but I’m still a little nostalgic as I see the Jaws of Death moving toward the space that was my office.

All for now.

Perceiving Is Believing

There was an excellent column by David Brooks in today’s New York Times; he argued that the financial meltdown may prompt a “behavioral revolution” that, having finally acknowledged the fallibility of our collective risk assessment, will shift focus among economists from the determination of self-interest to the mechanism of perception during the economic decision-making process.

Some extended quoting from Brooks will be appropriate to the reflection that will follow:

Perceiving a situation seems, at first glimpse, like a remarkably simple operation.  You just look and see what’s around.  But the operation that seems most simple is actually the most complex, it’s just that most of the action takes place below the level of awareness.  Looking at and perceiving the world is an active process of meaning-making that shapes and biases the rest of the decision-making chain.

My sense is that this financial crisis is going to amount to a coming-out party for behavioral economists and others who are bringing sophisticated psychology to the realm of public policy. … Nassim Nicholas Taleb has been deeply influenced by this stream of research. … Taleb believes that our brains evolved to suit a world much simpler than the one we now face.  His writing is idiosyncratic, but he does touch on many of the perceptual biases that distort our thinking:  our tendency to see data that confirm our prejudices more vividly than data that contradict them; our tendency to overvalue recent events when anticipating future possibilities; our tendency to spin concurring facts into a single causal narrative; our tendency to applaud our own supposed skill in circumstances when we’ve actually benefited from dumb luck.

The Brooks column hit close to home as I reflect on the decision-making process now underway with a friend of mine.  He’s considering moving in with his significant other, after having been together for only about a month.

Understand that I’ve never met my friend’s S.O., so I have no basis by which to judge that person’s character or disposition.  That said, I am aware that this person is in early middle age, is of average appearance, and has had a fairly limited dating history.  I’ve also been made privy to information about the relationship that suggests that the S.O. is still eager to make a good impression on my friend and may be behaving in the “attraction” stage instead of the “building” phase of the relationship.

There are several considerations in play, but the most significant is whether the relationship is at a stage where cohabitation is natural and not inappropriate.

All relationships proceed in phases.  We begin at the attraction stage; our goal is to find, and to keep, a potential mate, and we engage in behaviors designed to maximize our strengths and minimize our weaknesses in the mind of the other.  The next is the discovery stage; we learn more about our potential partner to determine the most appropriate trajectory and outcome for the relationship, and we build a more in-depth understanding of that person’s essential character.  The third stage is comfort-building; once on solid ground and there’s mutual assent to proceed in a long-term fashion, there is an absolute need to spend time together — especially mundane time — to ensure that various personality quirks that might be considered charming early on, don’t become a source of earth-shattering annoyance later (e.g., snoring, or one’s sense of humor).  After a suitable amount of comfort is built, and trust becomes rock-solid, a couple can move into genuine and abiding love that is strong enough to weather most storms.  This “love stage” takes a long time to grow — sometimes a year or more.

I believe, as a matter of my own personal bias, that it’s imprudent to consider cohabitation until well into the comfort-building stage.  Until a couple has spent many months of quality time together, but living separately, there’s really no clear indication that cohabitation will be a successful endeavor. 

Part of the “should I move in” question cannot be answered without  a clear understanding of whether both halves of the relationship are at the same emotional stage.  My concern with my friend’s situation is that he — by temperament, and by experience — is ready to move ahead at warp speed (despite knowing the dangers of pressing too hard, too fast).  It’s not at all clear to me, however, that his S.O. is in the same boat.  I question whether my friend’s romantic interest — in this case, from a lack of experience — sees my friend as the person he is, or as a role.

Consider Jack and Jill.  Perhaps Jill is a bit worldly; she’s been around the block a time or two and knows which streets are which.  She meets Jack, and they hit it off.  Jack, however, doesn’t get out much, and he may not be the top prize at the bar (conceding, of course, that different people have different tastes).  Worse, Jack is more open than most to be in a relationship of some sort, with almost anyone who’s willing to reciprocate.  When he meets Jill, he falls for her, and they move very quickly into a formal relationship that’s marked by an intense degree of sexual intimacy.  The question is this:  Are Jack and Jill at the same stage of their relationship?

Part of me wonders whether Jack, because of his inexperience, sees Jill less as a unique person, but more as a role — in this case, a hot body to touch and to call his own, but who at this point is fungible.  That is, Jill could be replaced by a different personality, and Jack’s reaction to the situation would be similar.  On the deepest and most fundamental level, Jack isn’t seeing Jill for who she is, he’s seeing her as an object of desire and attraction — as the “hot girlfriend who pays attention to me and lets me bang her for hours on end” instead of as “Jill.”

We all go through this phase with each new prospective mate, but it hits harder and lasts longer for those with insubstantial relationship histories, because they are so eager to be “with someone” that they look first to the role that the other plays in their lives before they are prepared to see that other person for who he or she really is.  This phenomenon is natural, healthy, and (because it typically doesn’t last too long) not at all inappropriate.  It’s also a phase that’s utterly transparent to the person experiencing it — that is, a person going through it is probably highly skilled at saying things that imply an interest in the other as a person, but without in-depth knowledge, the attraction is really for the role that the other play’s in his life and not for the person as he or she may be.  Behavioral assessment, not conversation, is the best arbiter.

Before Jack and Jill can reasonably discuss cohabitation, they both need to be at the same relationship stage.  For a number of reasons, most of them a function of experience, Jack really isn’t equipped to appropriately diagnose his present stage, so Jill has to do the heavy lifting — to be the responsible adult.  Jill needs to decide whether she wants the short-term gratification (from the move-in, from the initial intimacy, from perhaps escaping from an unpleasant current living environment) even if it might compromise the long-term stability of the relationship.  After all, what’s worse than two people who are, for all practical purposes, strangers, trapped in the same living quarters if the relationship sours?

Getting to know someone doesn’t happen overnight.  It doesn’t happen in a month.  There have been some people I have met with whom I might have eagerly pursued a relationship at first, but it wasn’t until many months later — four, five, six months minimum — that I came to realize that a committed romantic entanglement would have been an unmitigated nightmare.  Time brings a perspective that can be obscured by the initial rush of hormones and emotions.

This is why the Brooks column intrigued me.  The very same perceptual biases that affected a major system like the market also influence individual decisions.  When I think about my friend, and I review in my mind his likely justifications for why moving in with his S.O. makes sense, I can’t help but to think that he’s “overvaluing recent events when anticipating future possibilities” — that is, believing the present joy he experiences will continue in the future, and can survive the inevitable bumps that come along as two people develop a deeper understanding of each other.  I think he will “see data that confirms his prejudices more vividly than data that contradicts them” — especially when he sets aside his own relationship history and its painful lessons over the last few years.  I can hear him “spin concurring facts into a single causal narrative” when he explains why his current housing situation sucks and how much better it would be to cohabit.

My friend knows I wish him nothing but the best of happiness and success.  Heck, I’ve put my money where my mouth is on this, helping him along in various ways as best as I can.  He knows that seeing him happy makes me happy, and that I take no joy in being the crotchety old man in the corner raising objections to an action which he believes is about to increase his happiness.

But I have a bad feeling about this cohabitation issue.  I’m not at all convinced that he and his romantic interest are at the same relationship stage, which means that there’s not an authentic meeting of the minds in terms of decision-making.  I’m worried that my friend still has many things of significance to disclose to his S.O. that might affect the nature of the relationship.  I’m not sure that the couple have enough of a sense of each other’s personalities that they won’t find a major thorn will develop in time that might sap the strength of the relationship — because even things that we might be OK with in small doses, or at first, can become a focal point for disaffection later.  I’m nervous that if the relationship should sour, that neither party may be able (financially or emotionally) to definitively break things off and separate, thus raising the possible repeat of a situation that my friend once endured for four long years.  I’m sad that my friend may not respect his S.O. enough to insist on a proper period of courtship and comfort-building before continuing the escalation process, which itself is a big red flag in terms of using another as a role instead of loving them as unique and feeling person.

In short, I really, really, really, really, really wish my friend would be the mature adult I know him to be, and delay cohabitation until at least after the new year.  For that matter, I wish he’d spend fewer nights as it is in his S.O.’s bed.  In relationships, speed = death, and it’d crush me almost as much as it’d crush him to see this relationship — in which he’s invested so much already — get derailed because too much was assumed too quickly.

Give it time.  It’s worth it.  You’re worth it.