I feel like when a baby is born to mathematician parents (TWO mathematician parents in this case), it's important to indoctrinate her early. And why not? Of all the mathematician parents I know, none of them plans on forcing his or her child into this lifestyle (of mismatched socks and chalk-covered clothes), but almost all of them start early with the math games. My thesis advisor's first son didn't believe in the number 3. However, at the age of 2 1/2, he would laugh hysterically whenever he reminded himself that 5+4 was the same thing as 4+5. Hilarious! Addition commutes! That kid is TOTALLY going to be ready to have only half of his shirt tucked in. Can velcro shoes be far behind?
Last week, one of my colleagues had a baby girl. She's getting the snail hat and onesie, but in addition, I painted these this weekend. The tangram bunnies are my favorite. Next time, though, I'm going to make them smaller, and in Fibonacci sequence numbers. Ha! Fibonacci Numbers! Hilarious!
To even things out, I made a few non-mathy ones, too. You know, in case she decides to study literature. Or horticulture. Or Wild Game.
In other news, I went outside after baking 4 loaves of delicious artisan bread (Oh! To be artisanal!) and found John, in the garage, cleaning. I'm not so much laughing at him, as much as I'm laughing because I realize that I actually may have married my father. Dad used to (and probably still does) vacuum the garage, and even busted out the crevice tool to get all the cobwebs. At least John's using the shop vac (which both sucks and blows) to clean up after an afternoon of table saw use. The shop vac and table saw were my dad's anniversary gift to us. To us. I assume he envisioned John and me spending hours together in the garage, cutting wood, building stuff, and romantically vacuuming up afterwards. That John pointed out to me that the table saw is just the inverse of the sewing machine makes me laugh (he said Inverse! Math Joke! Hilarious!) and want to set up my sewing stuff out there, so we can work side by side, as dad intended.
Were this stuff not so useful, I'd not poke fun at it -- we only tease those we love, dad. And John. And self.
3 comments:
(1) any future children in your household are defnitely doomed (artisan bread notwithstanding). Then again, I'm the child of two other types of phd folks (science and pseudo-sci), so explain why we are all so amused by puns?
(2) WHY won't john come to our house and clean? We'd feed him bread and pork.
I love your onsies! Are there hats in the works to go along with any of them?
Probably, yes, at some point. The snail onesie has a hat to go with, and the other onesies are already gifted, along with the snail stuff. I'd REALLY like to design a giraffe hat, and am working out the deets. The rose onesie goes well with the rose hat in the archives, only I need to make one in cotton.
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