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Because We All Need to Watch Something Just Darling
What, exactly, does the upholding of the parliamentary vote to impeach South Korea’s Park Geun-hye mean for the region? We’re all wondering. Fortunately, Robert E. Kelly, associate professor of international relations in the Political Science and Diplomacy Department of Pusan National University, is on hand to explain:
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Any parent that has worked from home will immediately relate to and savor this.
This begs the question to Ricochet readers. What’s your best story of when working from home, and the kids or pets came marching into your professional life?
It was on the news here tonight!!!
It’s a shame the interviewer didn’t have more fun with it.
Not exactly working from home, but many years ago, while a business associate was in town for several days, I decided to take him to dinner at a legendary local casual beach-front seafood joint instead of the usual business dinner restaurant. He (a bachelor) suggested my wife and then 18-month-old daughter come along. It all went very well (our daughter was experienced in eating in restaurants, including that particular one), and my business associate enjoyed having a variation from the standard business travel experience.
I’ve watched this about ten times now, and every time I break into peals of delighted laughter.
I particularly like the woman’s attempt at Ninja stealth.
At this time of year, it’s always when the lamb in the living room wakes up and demands to be fed:
Love this.
One incident in a life of crazy kid stuff: I was opening my garden for a fund raiser. The president of their organization, a lawyer, came over to check out the garden for safety hazards. All appeared satisfactory until we turned a corner into the pond garden area, a place of particular concern to her. All four of my kids, and a couple of friends for good measure, were lying flat on their bellies on the edge of the pond with their heads in the water. It looked like a massacre. The little rotters stayed there long enough for even my hard heart to skip a beat then, just to show they had done this quite deliberately, they lifted their goggle-eyed heads out of the water and shouted “Surprise”.
Periodically, one or the other of my parents would introduce foreigners into our lives. There was the quartet of Chinese students Mom brought to Thanksgiving: we called them the Gang of Four, and were delighted when they showed off their new English skills by singing a slightly atonal version of “Red River Valley” after dinner.
My dad invited a group of older Chinese scholars out to our farm for the day. They wore suits and spectacles, and examined everything—silverware, books, geraniums, the dogs on the sofas, the blanket we hung over a doorway to keep out drafts— with the interested but slightly horrified air of fastidious anthropologists in a grubby Native Hut. In the middle of that day’s meal, probably in the middle of my father’s incomprehensible dissertation on American Race Issues, a flock of large geese walked in. It was the first time they’d ever done this, but you wouldn’t know it by their attitudes—they honked and strutted like they owned the place. We shoed them out, of course, and tried to explain, but I’m sure the scholars went home to China with tales of how Capitalist American “farmers” kept fowl in the dining room.
I’m sure you’ve heard this on the Ricochet podcast:
Did anyone else think of Longfellow’s poem “The Children’s Hour”?
My favorite part is when she tries to drag both children through the door at the same time, creating a Three Stooges-like jam in the doorway.
That was hilarious – especially when the baby, not to be left out, rolled on in – too much!
That has happened a few times on our podcast.
I was surprised that he didn’t just pick up the kiddo and shuffle him out the door. Instead, he sits there awkwardly.
I don’t remember the episode, but there is at least one Flyover Country (maybe 2) where my boys walk in and ask for hugs and kisses.
I do work from home, and yes…
But I also represent teenagers, so there have been a few times where I just let them talk to my kids. Once, I was taking my then 4 y/o fishing, but had to stop to visit a 16 y/o girl. Finley waited in the car with my wife but was very restless, so I let him come up and visit with her. She thought he was adorable, and I think it actually did her some good.
*Yakkety Sax*
The best part for me is the wife flying in and dragging them out backwards, then lunging forward on her knees to yank the door closed, trying all the while to stay out of sight. I could imagine what was running through her mind: “I just turned my back for two seconds to get the sippy cup from the kitchen and when I returned they were gone! Gak!”
But also the little girl bopping right in, only to be followed by the infant on wheels. I’ll bet they’re regretting that walker now! Too funny. We all watched it over and over last night. It’s impossible to take yourself seriously when you have kids, though that dad did try valiantly.
Here’s another struggling parent in an equally awkward situation:
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2017/03/09/wriggly-toddler-steals-show-meets-queen-sits-floor/
What amazed me is that the guy never even turned his head!
In the midst of reading the morning news of mostly idiotic conflicts, I find this. I love it and laughed and laughed.
My Irish relatives tell the story of being at mass with their family. When the priest raised the chalice in offering, their adorable three year old spread her little arms wide and shouted, “Cheers everybody!”
Then there’s the time I was doing a radio interview from home.
I had tried to schedule it to avoid the noisy onslaught of my neighbor’s Monday morning gardeners and their awful leaf blowers. At the last minute , the radio show changed the time and I slapped a note on my front door, “Interview, don’t come in.” Do not ask why I didn’t just lock it; I don’t know. I quickly retreated with phone and notes to a back bedroom, and then to the closet, figuring the noise would be a distant, muffled roar. The interview was proceeding when I heard my neighbor calling from inside my house, “Ann, Ann , where are you? What’s this funny note on your door? And then, discovered, “What in the world are you doing on the closet floor?” As I am sputtering things about leaf blowers, neighbors, the interviewer burst into peals of laughter and she couldn’t stop.
Having worked at home for years (and loved it, I wish it were viable in the long run) I have several.
I had established a hard-and-fast rule with the kids to stay out of the office. I can hear the other work-at-homers now laughing. I established this rule after the umpteenth time I was called to negotiate yet another grievous sibling injustice. While talking on the phone with a client with whom we are also good friends, my son throws open the door, rushes me, mid-phone-conversation and trumpets with great fanfare; “Dad, I’m bored!” Clearly distracted, and forgetting myself for a minute, I yell; “Clean your room if you’re bored. Do that again and you’ll be sore as well!”
I regain my composure and return to the call. “well, sorry for that interruption. As you were saying, John. John?” (silence) “John, are you still there?”
I finally hear back. “I’m cleaning my room!”
When I was working from home my boxer looked after the boy. The two of them went everywhere and even watched tv together and if the boy was getting in to mischief the boxer would come and get me.
This video is so hilarious. I’ve worked from home since 1987. One day I was being interviewed in my house by a local reporter, and my 5-year-old came and sat on my lap facing me. I was answering the questions when I suddenly felt a draft. I looked down and realized my daughter had been practicing her fine motor skills by unbuttoning my blouse. Amazingly, the reporter had not alerted me.
Dad is now the most famous expert on Korea in the world.
Shocking. ?
My favorite part is how the first girl just strolls on in like a total BOSS! This says so much. These are the experts that inform our worldviews and have the ear and trust of the most powerful people on earth……and they get totally out manuevered and out witted by a toddler and an infant who can’t walk on her own.
The baby on wheels was the funniest part.
They keep going and going and going…..
This will be a feature of their family gatherings forevermore.
I love how the baby in the old fashioned walker flies in. And then, how the mom comes sliding in, like she was stealing second base, then proceeds to haul the kids out like two little crooks to the slammer.
i hope they enjoy their 15 minutes of viral fame
The kids were adorable. Who wouldn’t love seeing them? All news should be so delightful.
Finally, some not-fake-news.