The Wrist

In mid-February 2024, I took an vacation with my family by airplane. I lifted a suitcase too hard, and injured my left wrist. Now, I didn't realize it at the time, so this is really just my best guess. I noticed a day or so later, when I had a lingering pain in the wrist when I bent it in certain directions. I continued noticing it for the entire week-long trip and then further in the weeks after I came back home.

This is the story of my wrist, which dominates the year 2024. As of the time of this writing, November 2024, it is still not fully healed. But it's affected so much of my life for this whole year that I have to capture it and inevitably look back on this period someday.

One thing I have to note is that after I got back from my trip, I decided to get a rowing machine. Found one in good condition on Craigslist and started using it religiously, like rowing basically every day. Yes, with my injured-but-undiagnosed wrist. It didn't hurt that bad, just occasionally in certain positions. Nevermind that towards the end of a rowing session I'd have a little pain.

Early April I finally decided the pain was taking too long to go away and I should get it checked out, so went to see my physician, who poked it for 2 minutes and, extremely predictably, prescribed me physical therapy.

Started physical therapy basically right away, in April. I went for a month, and then my hand therapist felt I wasn't making enough progress, so referred me to an orthopedic specialist. I saw her in early May and got a steroid injection to reduce potential inflammation, and continued hand therapy. The steroid injection didn't do anything, unfortunately.

After some of our routine progress checks, my hand therapist felt it would be good to try to get a better diagnosis, so I got an MRI. The MRI, frustratingly, did not clearly show the cause of the pain. Their best guess was and still is a partial tear of a lunotriquetral ligament. Certain positions and certain load puts stress on the ligament and consequently pain.

Apparently ligaments don't heal easily and generally get poor blood flow, so it can take a long time to heal. They were also unsure if there is scar tissue vuildup in the area. They tried using ultrasound therapy to break up scar tissue, but it didn't have any effect.

After looking at the MRI, the orthopedic surgeon basically said I had two main choices: arthroscopic wrist surgery to try to clearly see the internals and potentially fix something if it's obviously wrong, or continue hand therapy and see if it gets better with more time. I wasn't ready yet for surgery, so I opted to continue hand therapy.

Continued hand therapy resulted in slight improvements. Certain positions became marginally less painful. But I had to stop rowing. I started finding that my wrist was getting some laxity after the pulling movements, like I could feel the junction between my hand and arm slipping and shifting after I rowed some.

That was uh, pretty alarming, so at the direction of my hand therapist, I just had to stop then. My last recorded rowing session was July 19. I miss it a lot. It was the perfect cardio workout for me, and it had real components of focus and learning and improvement. I could feel my form getting better and the movements become easier, and it was rewarding to be able to push myself. I'd say my goal right now is get my wrist back to a state where I can go back to rowing.

Hand therapy went on until early September, but the pain was still not fully leaving. The doctor finally said we need to try something different and prescribed me a Muenster splint. This next phase of my life was very inconvenient, let me tell you.

The splint

The Muenster splint covers from middle of the hand all the way up to and including the elbow, in order to prevent rotating the hand palm-down (supination). The doctor thought that supination movement might be preventing good healing. It's made of a hard thermo-plastic material, so I also couldn't rotate my hand towards the outward direction of my arm, called ulnar deviation. That's definitely one of the movements that exacerbated The Area.

The splint had some padding inside, and I wore a standalone sleeve thing on my arm for comfort--a lifesaver. Despite all that, it took several rounds of adjustment with my endlessly patient hand therapist to get it fitting well enough. The first week, it was pulling tight against my thumb webbing so badly that I got internal bruising. Later it was pressing so tight against the part of my ulna that pokes out of my wrist that I nearly got bruising there too.

I've been lucky most of my life not to have major surgeries or health issues that have really forced me to change my daily habits for long. This is the first one in ages that put severe restrictions on my daily life. I am 100% aware that I have things way better than others, and yet, it's all relative. This was a big change for me.

You know how you hurt something and then you suddenly learn all the things you secretly took advantage of that body part for? Let's see the things I suddenly couldn't do anymore:

• Type at a computer (!!)
• Spread stuff on a sandwich
• Take pills held in my left hand
• Tie shoes easily
• Turn the steering wheel, especially while looking back when reversing
• Weedwacking
• Food prep, like cutting vegetables

As the person who does all the cooking, I had to lean heavily on simple meals or eating takeout when I was wearing the splint full-time. Notably not on the list is sleeping. Thankfully I was able to find comfortable positions to sleep in. That would have just destroyed me.

Typing adaptations

Typing was the worst of it. Since my job is in software, there is a pretty good amount of typing every day. Without being able to supinate, at first I had to raise my desk so high that my entire elbow was raised, to the point my hand could be in that palm-down position for typing. It was awful.

I immediately looked to buy a split keyboard, hoping that I could independently reposition the left half in a near-vertical position. I was able to buy a used ErgoDox EZ off eBay, and it's been a lifesaver, though it didn't start that way.

The ErgoDox EZ is a split keyboard, but it's also what's known as an ortholinear keyboard, meaning the keys are in straight columns as opposed to staggered, like most people are used to. At first, my fingers kept hitting the wrong keys constantly. And the keyboard doesn't have the usual shape, so I had to reposition a bunch of punctuation, numpad, etc..

It took me a solid 6 weeks to get comfortable using it. The first week or two, my productivity dropped to about 25% of normal. But why, you ask, is simply slower typing causing such a dip? Well, it's because every time I wanted to type something, I then had to focus on what keys to hit to make it happen. Imagine instead of just speaking, you had to concentrate on making every sound. By the time I typed something, I'd lost my train of thought. I'm just not used to operating that way. It was incredibly frustrating. All I could do was push through and hope.

Another thing that worried me is: what if I retrained my muscle memory so that regular keyboards don't work for me anymore? I'm writing this blog on a regular keyboard and thankfully it seems I can keep track of both layouts in my muscle memory.

Road to surgery

I kept the splint on nearly full-time for 2 months. During this time I went to hand therapy twice a week and did daily home exercises as they prescribed. By the end of it, I had lost a large part of my range of motion (due to extended immobilization), had a lot of stiffness with certain movements (due to immobilization), but had overall decreased pain in The Area with some of the movements that caused problems before. I'd say it was net positive, with the hope that the stiffness could be worked out over time.

I saw my orthopedic surgeon again at the end of October and, in light of the lingering pain, I decided to finally go for the surgery. It's scheduled for mid-November.

A break

This is wild. I'm now continuing this over a year later, December 2025. At one point I had planned to write about the surgery and aftermath much closer to when it happened, to get a better account of all that took place. Well, instead I waited a year and you get this. This stupid wrist thing really messed up about a year and a half of my life, so I still feel it's important for me to catalog it even at lower fidelity.

So... the surgery

The surgery was a whole day affair, as I suppose most surgeries are. They gave me all these pre-surgery instructions. I had to wash myself with an antibacterial soap the night before. On the morning of, I couldn't eat any food after a certain point, and I had to drink certain amounts of water on a certain schedule, eventually disallowed after a certain point.

At the hospital I of course had to wait around a decent amount. Gramma came up and watched the kids while my wife took me, waited during it, and took me home. Eventually they brought me back and set me up on a gurney, stripped me down and draped a sheet over me. Most interesting was how they put these inflatable balloons all over me and pumped them full of hot air to raise my body temperature. We joked that I had transformed into a pool floatie.

My doctor (who is also the surgeon) came to make some marks on my wrist. He talked to me for like 15 seconds and then ran off. I got the sense that he was doing like 8 surgeries that day. Nurses etc prep everything, he wades in and deploys his expertise to cut for a little bit, then hops over to the next guy.

Finally, they had me breathe in some stuff, and next thing I know, I'm waking up and it's all done. So what did he even do in there? Well, luckily they took detailed notes. Have a look and let your eyes glaze over as you read this, unless you're a doctor, in which case... enjoy!

Attention was drawn to her left upper extremity. Tourniquet was inflated after left upper extremity was exsanguinated with Esmarch. Index finger as well as the ring finger were utilized to apply finger traction. Then this was hooked to the wrist arthroscopic tower with appropriate distal traction tension. After this was done, I did inject 1% lidocaine with epinephrine solution to her 3-4 portal which is just distal to Lister tubercle over the radiocarpal joint. A small skin incision was made, blunt dissection carried down to the level of the capsule. Then, the arthroscopic cannula was inserted to the radiocarpal joint without any difficulty. I then performed a careful examination through her radiocarpal joint as well as TFCC. It was noted that the patient has an intact synovium tissue around the radial styloid. The patient has good short radiolunate ligament as well as radioscaphocapitate ligament. The patient's SL ligament appeared to be intact with no any dissociation or significant synovium fray. Arthroscope was then introduced to the ulnar aspect of the joint. The patient does not have any significant radial detachment of the TFCC.it was noted patient has central perforation on the degenerative tear of the TFCC. Her peripheral attachment of the TFCC appeared to be intact. At that moment, I did establish 6R portal. Utilizing same procedure with 3-4 portal, then arthroscopic probe was introduced to the joint. With careful probe evaluation, the edge of central perforation appeared to be inflamed and frayed but appear to be stable. I then introduce arthroscopic shaver, then shaved excess synovium tissue to obtain stable edge of the central TFCC. After this was done probe was utilized that shows stable edge. The shaver was then also used to perform to remove all excess synovium tissue at the dorsal aspect as well as volar aspect of the TFCC. Again, the radial attachment appeared to be intact. Then, I did switch the portal. I introduced a camera portal through 6R portal. I then visualized volar aspect of radiocarpal joint. Then, shaver was then introduced from 3-4 portal. Then, I did clean up synovium tissue at radial dorsal aspect of the capsule including dorsal aspect of the scapholunate ligament. I then performed thermal shrinkage to his TFCC. Good tightness of the TFCC and good trampoline sign is noted. Negative hook test. I then performed midcarpal arthroscopy. Radial and ulnar midcarpal portal was established in the same manner. Arthroscopic camera and shaver was introduced to remove excess synovium. It was noted patient has slight dissociation of the lunotriquetral interval with probe gently forward into the interval. There is no instability noted. I did perform thermal shrinkage to shrink down dorsal lunotriquetral ligament structure to see if this can shrink down his interval between lunotriquetral ligament. Radioscaphocapitate ligament was also visualized and he was frayed. Therefore some shrinkage was performed. At the moment, final pictures were taken. Arthroscopic instruments were removed. Arthroscopic portal was closed with arthroscopic portal closures with 5-0 nylon, Xeroform dressing, as well as 4 x 4. The patient was placed in an ulnar gutter splint in neutral position. The patient was awakened from anesthesia without any complication and brought back to PACU area in stable condition.

Postoperatively, the patient should be nonweightbearing to her left upper extremity. The patient can remove her dressing and then transition to his brace. Patient is to wear his Muester splint postoperatively up to 4 weeks. Hand therapy will be initiated. I am going to see him back in 6 weeks.

In summary, it sounds like they found that my ligament was partially torn. They used "thermal shrinkage" to tighten up the ligament and strengthen it around the partial tear. They used a shaver to get rid of excess scar tissue. Read on to see whether or not this helped!

I do not know why they kept referring to me as she/her, sometimes even switching within the same sentence. Ok.

After I woke up I remember being groggy, but I don't really remember much about how the rest of that day went. My notes say that I slept a lot, 15 hours straight. That's wild. Body was like wow what just happened to you? Better shift 100% of your energy to healing that. And so began my aftercare.

Aftercare

Here's what the discharge instructions said:

Keep dressing clean and dry for 48hrs. You may remove the dressing after 48 hrs, and wash the incisions with soap and water. Normal soap and water washes, showers ok. Avoid soaking such as in pools, tubs, dishwater, and avoid ointments/ lotions over incision. You may use bandaids as needed until the incisions are dry. Activity as tolerated, let pain be guide. If too painful then should discontinue activity. Recommend avoiding any heavy lift, pull, push until next appointment.

I had some kind of bandage dressing around my wrist. With hydrocodone I was able to manage the pain very well. No real discomfort from the incision sites at all. But tell you what, I was scared to look under there after that 48 hours. I did not know what it was going to look like. Do you want to see? It's not bloody or anything. The incisions are quite small. I won't embed it, but you can click to see what my wrist incisions looked like.

So 48 hours later rolls around and I have a shower and take off my wrappings. I got my wife to help me undo them cause I was nervous. Whole wrist was swollen and tender under the wrappings, and I was very careful with my movements, but I used that antibacterial soap to wash it, dried it off, wrapped it in new wrappings, and put it back in the Muenster splint.

My notes say that by day 4 I was able to make a sandwich and didn't wear a brace. That feels like too short of a time, but I don't think my notes were lying. I just remember being nervous about smacking my hand into stuff for a while.

Rehab

I started going back to see my hand therapist twice a week, probably starting around day 5. At 7-10 days after surgery, the incisions had closed and my hand therapist took out my sutures. That was weird. She just pulled and they came out. Really weird. I haven't had a lot of surgeries, in case you couldn't tell.

After the sutures came out, the incision sites became the main characters in my life. I had to do scar massage a few times a day with cocoa butter lotion to keep scar tissue from forming underneath. Scar massage was not fun. Yes, go to these really sensitive spots and press on them a lot with the express purpose of breaking up any clumps underneath. Despite my best efforts, one of the spots stubbornly kept trying to form a lump under there. Both I and my hand therapist kept massaging away at it every day and session to stop it from growing. Now, a year later, I can't feel anything under there, but I sure remember.

Another exercise I remember was called "tendon glides". It was simply moving each finger such that the tendons would move through the places under the incision sites. Also uncomfortable, also important.

I had a lot of shifting and grinding feelings inside my wrist during this time. If I bent my wrist here or there, I could feel it loose inside and kind of crunchy in there. Really unsettling. My hand therapist said it's normal and will sort itself out as we go through strengthening exercises.

I worked a lot on range of motion of my wrist. Side to side, forwards and back. The long immobilization prior to the surgery and the surgery itself lost me a lot of range of motion. The best exercise I used for this was simply to take a playground ball, set it in front of me, put my palm down on top, and roll it forwards or backwards and around in circles. It felt like a really good stretch, and I kept doing that exercise for a long time.

After my followup appointment with the surgeon, he said the wrist was healing nicely and cleared me to start strengthening exercises at hand therapy. Now my home program shifted to a lot of elastic bands and pulling in different directions against resistance. They were tiring and boring, but they worked. My notes say that by 10 weeks after surgery I was feeling noticeably better every day. After 10 additional weeks, I was discharged from hand therapy entirely, having recovered to a good enough point to do the rest with home exercises.

Insurance fight

Before I get to the final results, I need to write about this dumb insurance snafu. I was cruising along with my hand therapy when I suddenly got a notice from my insurance that part of the surgery was considered "experimental" and therefore not going to be covered, to the tune of about $5000. I'm sorry, what?

Let me get this straight... my hand surgeon, an expert, decided this was the best course of action, performed the surgery, and now some rando is deciding actually what he did was experimental? Boy, if I had know that was coming I would have at least paused and figured this out, not plowed ahead to get unwittingly charged for it later. Ridiculous.

Insurance had this complicated process of appeals whereby I could write a letter pleading my case... but why would they listen to me? They need to talk to my doctor, not me! My hand therapist (she was so awesome) had the winning idea: call my surgeon's boss and have them set up a call between my surgeon and my insurance company to make the case. It's weird to think of surgeons as having bosses, but they do. People who help run the clinic and figure out logistics and stuff. Anyway, once I got the right person involved, it went just like I hoped. Insurance came back saying that in this situation, the chosen treatment was an appropriate one, and they ended up covering it. Whew.

One year later

The point when I felt I was ready to end hand therapy was when I tentatively got back on the rowing machine and was able to row at a lower resistance settingi without difficulty. From earlier in this tale, that was causing me problems before. I sent my hand therapist an update by email a little while ago, that by now I've been rowing at least 3x a week this whole year and generally getting better over time, most importantly without any pain.

My wrist's range of motion has still not fully recovered, and I'm not sure it ever will. Basically the only position that worries me is putting heavy load like doing a push-up. I don't think I can do push-ups anymore. But I can lift heavy cast iron pans and stuff, which is more important for my daily life, so I'm fine with it.

I kept the ErgoDox keyboard as my main work keyboard. My typing accuracy with it is still only about 75% of that with a staggered keyboard. Frustrating. Worse, my accuracy with regular keyboards also took a hit. But it's not too bad.

These last two years were really annoying. By far not as bad as some people have it, but still nerve-wracking and frustrating in their own way. Basically daily I am thankful for the care I got in getting past this. I was so tired of thinking about my wrist all the time. Happy to move on.

Tips for custom ROMs on your OnePlus 7T

I've been messing around with custom ROMs for my OnePlus 7T phone. I wanted to document a few tips and tricks I ended up using, because most of the web sites with information on this seem kind of skeezy.

My phone is a OnePlus 7T. I have no idea what other phones these steps will work on. Probably some other OnePlus phones, but I really don't know, sorry.

Securely installing OnePlus fastboot drivers

TLDR: with device manager showing the unknown entry, click Windows Update -> check for updates, then advanced, then optional updates.

Most of the steps start with using Android's platform tools to boot into fastboot/bootloader mode using adb reboot bootloader and then some series of commands using the fastboot tool. The problem I had is once booted into the bootloader, the fastboot tool wouldn't find any devices.

I'm on Windows 11, and in Device Manager I saw an entry for an unknown Android device with no driver. I searched online and found that you're supposed to install a special driver for it, but most web sites offered their own links for a driver and said stuff like turn off driver signing verification.

Let me be clear: do not turn off driver signing verification. You don't need to, to get this working.

When you've got Device Manager showing you a driver it doesn't know about, go into Windows Update and click to check for updates. Once the spinner is done, go into Advanced options, then scroll down and click on Optional Updates. Might have to expand the "driver updates" section. There should be an entry for the fastboot driver.

Unbricking your phone if you're stuck in fastboot mode

If you get into fastboot and something in your install fails, fear not, this phone has a built-in recovery mode, if you have the right tools on your PC. The right tools were ones I found on https://onepluscommunityserver.com/.

Inside the download package was a tool called "MsmDownloadTool V4.0.exe". You run this tool and (unfortunately) allow it admin privileges, although I seriously doubt it actually needs them to function.

Choose "other" on the first dialog.

To get your phone to show up in the list, do the following. The steps are important to do in the right order.

1. Unplug the phone from USB
2. Power off the phone
3. Press and hold Vol+ and Vol-. Keep holding them.
4. While still holding them, plug in USB. Keep holding them! This boots the phone into something called EDL. I think it means Emergency DownLoad.
5. Keep holding down those buttons! When the phone show up in the list in the MSM tool, click the Start button in the tool.
6. Once the tool starts successfully transferring stuff to the phone, whew, you can finally release Vol+ and Vol-

The reason you have to hold the buttons down so long is that EDL mode times out after several seconds if you release the buttons, so you have to wait until the tool is actually doing a transfer before it's safe to let go.

Getting out of EDL mode

If you need to get out of EDL mode, press and hold Vol- or Vol+ and Power for several seconds. The phone should boot back to fastboot or boot up fully.

Local upgrade after unbricking your device

The OnePlus community server only had a link to Android 10 or 11, not the latest Android 12, so my first step after unbricking was upgrading to the same version I'd had on my phone before I messed with it. The phone did start auto-updating but to some intermediate version, not the latest one that I wanted.

Luckily some kind soul randomly uploaded those OnePlus upgrade files somewhere. Wow.

You copy the zip file with that official upgrade to the root of your device's internal storage. Go into the device's software update settings. Pause or cancel any over-the-air update in progress. Then hit the gear button in the corner and choose local upgrade. It should let you pick the upgrade zip file.

Locking the boot loader

Everyone is confronted with having their device wiped when unlocking the boot loader at the start of the process. What I didn't realize is that locking it would also wipe my device. So my advice to you is after you get the new OS booting, lock the boot loader right away before you start customizing the device or installing stuff.

A Trip to Korea

we took a trip to south korea for 10 days with the family. we stayed in daegu, one of the largest cities. we visited some friends who helped show us around, and it was a great time. i've been to cities in the US and a bit in other parts of the world, but this one felt busier and more walkable than most i'd been to. for someone who has spent their entire life in rural or suburb living, it was a shock.

obviously i don't have full cultural context, but here are some observations. definitely these will be one-sided and incomplete. hope i don't say anything too dumb

we felt very safe there. combination of strict gun control and high amounts of cctv surveillance meant that even in a busy city, people seemed to walk freely even at night. i saw a *lot* of women walking alone at night. i passed them at night in the street--i being a man, an obvious foreigner, at that--and they didn't seem even slightly hesitant. that's freaking awesome

also because of the strict gun control, they sold toy assault rifles and stuff in stores. no red cap on the front to indicate it was a toy. if that's not telling you they're doing something right, i don't know what is

everything was *cheap*. most delicious bowl of ramen i've probably ever eaten? $7. entire meal of fresh meat and veggies and sides for 4 adults and 4 kids? like $70. big bag of chips? $2

because of how cheap it was, we ate at restaurants almost every day. got a huge variety of delicious food. every meal was awesome. one of my favorites was what my friends called a "beef 'n leaf". they give you raw meat and let you grill it at the table. then you get a bunch of different types of leaves, wrap the meat with sauces and other toppings in leaves and eat those. so freaking good.

people were universally polite, even with crowded streets and so on. very little yelling in public.

not a lot of car horns. contrast with Mumbai, which is nonstop car horns every second of the day

in the morning, old people are out and about and there are 90000 deliveries happening

in the night, say 9 pm or later, there are 90000 attractive young people doing night life

I walked with my buddy to a part of daegu we called the Overstimulation District (complimentary). that is where all those young people congregated. lots of restaurants and bars, also some shopping.

not a lot of diversity. yes obviously there are koreans with many different backgrounds and many invisible differences, but I saw almost nobody who wasn't korean. I felt the contrast starkly when i went to the store after coming back home and saw 50 wildly different ethnicities or backgrounds represented within my field of view

there were a *lot* of cute tiny trucks. the Porter II was very popular, as was some model that said "damas" on the side

motor scooters were extremely popular for deliveries. we saw them everywhere

almost all cars were black or white. not a lot of colorful cars

for that matter, the style of dress was mostly black, white, or other muted colors. not a lot of bright colors where we were

the style of dress was also a bit conservative. sleeveless tops for women were basically nonexistent

we rode the bullet train to busan and it was super cool. it was deathly silent on there, like a library. everyone sleeping or quietly working on their own thing. no loud talking at all. ridiculous. the train itself was also smooth as butter, quiet, and of course absurdly fast. similar experience to riding the taiwanese high speed rail from Taipei, which I was able to do several years ago

i was able to go clothes shopping for some baggy pants using a translator app for help. cool to be able to do that in another country

the weather was very hot, like 85-90 F the entire time, and more importantly like 80+% humidity the whole time. just absurd walking around and sweating that much for a week

everything there is decorated. taxi cabs have cute characters on the sides of them. random buildings have light-up parts. informational videos on the train had cute animations. most of it was purely decorative and not functional. i thought that was neat

Jimu Robot App for Android

TLDR: here is a link to download the Jimu Robot App for Android (jiami-jimu-official_website-develop-62.apk). I received this from the manufacturer when I emailed them. It's legit. I swear it doesn't have any viruses in it, at least not any that I put there. I've been using it at least for the building instructions, and it's paired with my Android tablet, though I haven't made it far enough through a build to check if it fully works for controlling it.

Read on for the rest of the background, if you care.

At a garage sale the other day my son spotted this Jimu Robot inventor kit for like 1/10 the normal price. I said sure, why not. It looked neat.

Problem is, it's Bluetooth-controlled through an Android app... and the app is no longer on the Google Play store, seemingly because the manufacturer has discontinued it or something. The app also has all the building instructions--no paper manual. So if I wanted to even build it without movement, I'd be out of luck.

So I did a bunch of web searching and found a million sketchy sites that surely would infect my computer with something, but nothing official. Finally, I found the email address of the company that used to make it, and I just emailed them (aftersales@ubtrobot.com). To my absolute shock, they emailed me a day later with a link to the APK. In case they somehow discontinue it even harder, there's a link at the beginning for the copy they sent me.

Jury Duty

So the other day I was summoned for jury duty in the state of Washington. I think it was the first summons I'd ever received. My work and general living situation were stable, so I didn't try to find a way out of it. I ended up being selected and then sat on the jury. I wanted to record my experience, because people seem interested and so that I can look back on it someday and remember it. We delivered a verdict today (the day I started writing this), so the trial is relatively fresh in my mind, and I want to write it down before I start forgetting it.

I want to say that this was an interesting experience, but even saying this gives me pause. It was really sobering to think about how the decisions we reached have substantial impact on the lives of the people involved. I can't help but feel it's somewhat crass to derive any positive outcome for myself from this, given that it is necessarily at someone else's expense.

And yet, it was interesting, and the overall experience was neutral or positive for me. I have to remember that what happened was a standard part of the judicial system, and I executed my role with deliberation, care, and thoughtfulness. Along those lines, out of respect for the people involved, I'm going to anonymize everything as best as I can. If you happen to deduce the specifics, please don't try to post them here.

One final note before I get started: nothing here is graphic, bloody, or especially violent. In short, the state charged that someone pushed someone else down, thus injuring their leg.

Summons and Selection Questionnaires

Let's start with the summons and selection process. I received a notice in the mail that I was summoned. At this stage there's no guarantee I'd actually sit on a jury. I had to fill out a questionnaire about my eligibility and ability to serve. For example, my wife has received several summons over the years but was excused due to--among other reasons--being the primary caretaker of our children. None of my answers gave cause for excuse, so I proceeded to the selection stage.

At this point in the process they made me aware of the plaintiff, defendant, and charges: State v. Defendant, on one count of assault in the second degree and one count of assault in the fourth degree with domestic violence designation. I will consistently refer to the defendant as Defendant or D rather than his name (yes, it was a man--this detail is relevant for later).

Whoof. My thoughts: this is a criminal trial, not a civil one. I now know the charges but don't know the specifics. What does second degree or fourth degree assault mean? Less severe by some measure than first degree, but in what ways?

I should point out that at the same time they communicated the charges, they also communicated a court order that I would hear many times right up until we delivered a verdict: I was not to seek any information about the case on my own, by talking to anyone, doing any research, etc.. That means no looking up what "assault in the second degree" might mean.

So with this light knowledge of the case and charges, the first stage of selection was another questionnaire with more directed questions, things like "Do you have strong views about law enforcement officers, either positive or negative?" and "Have you ever been the victim of a crime?" It seemed to me they were trying to suss out our potential biases.

At this point they also had us watch a pretty informative short video about jury service in Washington. Also another video making people aware of unconscious bias (something I knew about but some might not know of).

Voir Dire

A few days after the questionnaire was a round of online interviews called "voir dire". This was the first time we saw the judge, prosecuting and defense attorneys, and defendant. We received instructions from the judge. They read us quite a bit of information. Here's a few bits:

• All potential jurors must be connected at all times to the Zoom session. If anyone disconnects, they have to pause until everyone is back.
• Everyone must be in a stationary place (no cars) and have their face clearly visible with video on the whole time.
• Reiteration that we must not discuss the case with anyone.

I don't know how many jurors total were summoned at this point. I believe they held voir dire with several groups of about 20 jurors each. My group had juror numbers 50 through 75 or something like that. We entered using our real name and were renamed to have a juror number for the duration of the roughly 90 minute Zoom call.

Hilariously, some people were in their cars and had to pull over or finish getting home before we could proceed. Several people had bad connections and had to keep reconnecting. There were the usual teleconfrencing snafus like echoes and incorrect muting. The judge was extremely patient throughout all of this; clearly they have done this with this technology many times.

The main purpose of voir dire was for the prosecuting and defense attorneys to interview potential jurors. They went down the list and asked almost every person a few questions. Here's a selection of questions from what I can remember:

what my work was

software engineer

why did I answer that I had a negative bias towards law enforcement

uh, because I've read social media for the last several years

and whether I could overcome that

yes, with the dispassionate, deliberate process used in jury trials

did I want to be selected

"it would be fine". Not a single person said they wanted to, heh.

what was the nature of the crime I had been a victim of?

someone broke into my car once and stole something valuable visible on the back seat. oops

Other people had much more to say. Multiple women said they had some history with domestic violence. One was involved with domestic violence advocacy work. A huge number of people had positive views of law enforcement due to being related in some way to police officers and such. Only one or two other people had negative views, citing the same reasons as I did.

We were told that jurors could be dismissed for two reasons: either with cause (due to strong past bias or conflict of interest) or peremptorily (just because--but limited uses). All of that happened outside our view. Apparently my answers were inoffensive enough to both attorneys, because I was indeed selected.

Day 1 - prep

We were told to show up at the courthouse in a certain room at a certain time, and so I did. There was a spacious waiting area called the juror assembly room where they checked us in and we waited. There was a fridge where I could put my lunch. I kept my backpack with me. I didn't know what preparation I should do, so I brought a pen and notepad.

There were 14 of us selected (2 were alternates--I'll get to that later). Eventually the bailiff came to get us and take us to the secure area of the courthouse, to the juror's room. This room was a small conference room with a conference room table, chairs all around it, two bathrooms crammed in, a mini-fridge, whiteboard, and coffee machine. We learned that this room is locked whenever we aren't in it, so it was a good place to leave our belongings while not in the courtroom itself. Many people availed themselves of the coffee machine. I thought it was considerate to have two bathrooms. It was slightly cramped for 14 people but not uncomfortable.

We weren't allowed to leave the room without escort, and the room was just across the hallway from the courtroom. These things are probably designed to minimize the possibility of jurors overhearing other people.

We had to wait a while before we were summoned. People just did small talk. One guy was a beekeeper and regaled everyone with an endless stream of bee facts and so on. People seemed to like that, or at least it passed the time well.

Finally we were brought into the courtroom. The bailiff announced (as they did every time) "All rise for the jury!" and it's probably the first time in my life someone has had to stand as a sign of respect for me. Felt weird!

Day 1 - instructions

The courtroom was clean and spacious. The jurors' area had 14 seats exactly, swivel chairs bolted to the floor. Comfortable, with a clear view of everything.

The judge gave us a lot of verbal instruction at this point, so much that I've dedicated a whole section to it. Most of these instructions were reiterated several times over the course of the trial. First and foremost was that we were not supposed to seek any outside information about the case or any matters dealing with it. Not allowed to talk to other jurors. We could take notes in the courtroom, but the notebooks couldn't be taken out until deliberations.

Even stronger, if we found ourselves in a position if we might learn information about the case--for example, if it came on the news--we had to take action to prevent that from happening. Leave the room, change the channel, etc.. If the attorneys believe there is outside influence on the jury, they could call that grounds for a mistrial, and retrials are costly and burdensome. Likewise, we were under court order not to tell anyone about the case until its conclusion.

Let me tell you, have you ever had a teacher with a demeanor that was just commanding? Well, the judge was exactly the same but somehow more so. With the way they talked, you did not want to disobey those instructions, hoo boy.

We received instructions about the role of the defense and prosecution. The defendant is presumed to be innocent. The defendant has no burden to prove his innocence. The prosecution must prove "beyond reasonable doubt" that the defendant is guilty. A reasonable doubt is one for which a reason exists, and which a reasonable person may have. I've heard this phrasing so many times I can recite it from memory now. I think it's a good thing. It'll come up again during deliberations.

The jury will receive specific instructions at the time of deliberation as to the law, and the jury has to base its decision on the specific legal definitions we are given. We are not supposed to decide based on what the law should be, even if we disagree with it.

The jury is only allowed to make a decision based on evidence and lack of evidence. Evidence is witness testimony and exhibits permitted by the judge. Attorneys' questions are not evidence. Attorneys' opening and closing statements are not evidence. Stricken remarks and denied exbihits are not evidence, and we are not to concern ourselves with the reasons for striking/denial. Accidental comments by the judge are not evidence.

What I noticed from all this is that they've taken great effort to reduce the role of the jury to its bare minimum: follow specific instructions and consider only specific information to come to a conclusion. I think it's probably necessary to do this. With a wide sampling of people from all different backgrounds, it's impossible for us to learn enough to decide a legal matter, except within a very narrow, focused set of constraints.

We are allowed to but not required to take notes. The notes are private to us, can only be shared with other jurors during deliberation, and are destroyed after a verdict is reached. Witness testimony will never be repeated. We had to pay attention the first time and take whatever notes we need to help us remember.

Before we jump into the trial, I'm extremely glad I took notes. I have never been a good note taker, but I did my best, and I'm glad I did, because I referred to them heavily during deliberations. It's simply not possible to remember the quantity of testimony you hear, and it's valuable to be able to look back and find out what things someone said and didn't say, and how they compare to other witnesses' testimonies.

Day 1 - opening statement

I'm going to write what the prosecuting attorney said as the start of their opening statement. Be warned, it's strong language and somewhat disturbing and shocking.

"If you don't take me home now, I'll fucking kill you." - The prosecution opened with this quote by the defendant. It shocked me, because at this point I didn't know what the severity of the case was. I went very still and listened as the prosecutor gave an outline of the crime from their perspective. What I'm writing is what the prosecution alleged, not necessarily the truth.

The defendant went to his girlfriend's house (will call her GF) for a movie night type date. They had been dating off and on for several years. At some point that evening they left to go to a restaurant/bar, where they stayed for several hours. During this time they had some kind of argument, where the defendant grew increasingly loud and rude towards GF. At some point, a random woman bystander, let's call her B, approached them to check if GF was OK. The defendant was annoyed and told her to mind her own business.

Later, D and GF are leaving the bar. B is also leaving the bar and sees that D and GF are continuing to argue next to GF's car. B approaches and tells D not to talk to her that way. D walks towards B, pushes her to the ground, and yells at her. B tries to get up, and D pushes her to the ground again, at which point she feels the pain of her leg breaking. D stands over B and kicks her while she's down. During this, GF is trying to pull D away, but D pushes GF down too, causing her to scrape her elbow and leg.

D walks away from the bar at this point. B and GF make it back inside the bar and wait there until police come. Police arrest D nearby. As for the charges: assault in the second degree for pushing B to the ground and breaking her leg; assault in the fourth degree for pushing GF to the ground. I wouldn't learn the legal definitions of these until deliberations, much later.

That's it. That's the crime, according to the prosecution.

The defense chose to defer its opening statement until after the prosecution rested. And so they jumped right into calling witnesses.

Day 1 - GF testimony

The prosecution called four witnesses in total and in this order: GF, B, the doctor who treated B's leg, and one of the police officers at the scene. We heard GF and B on the first day.

Once GF got up on the stand and was sworn in, questions started flying fast. The style of notes I ended up taking were just the answers to questions, with enough information to infer the question that was asked. I put things in quotes when possible to record verbatim statements, only things that seemed especially important.

In GF's version of events, they started the evening drinking at her place, then both left to get more smokes, and instead of going home, headed to the bar. They drank for a while and eventually D started getting annoyed. GF couldn't recall what he was annoyed at.

According to GF, B came over and seemed to be trying to de-escalate, but was told to mind her own business. When they left, B came out shortly after them, saw them at the car, and came over, trying to break up the argument again.

GF testified that D pushed B down, then pushed her down again when she tried to get up. GF testified that she was grabbing D's arm and that D threw her off, causing her to fall.

GF was really unclear on how she and B made it back into the restaurant. No clear answer about whether someone helped her or what. Apparently a guy in a truck drove by and called D over, thus distracting him from the two women, and that effectively ended the incident.

Defense's cross-examination of GF focused a lot on the amount of alcohol she had drunk. It did not do an especially good job of teasing out the movements of the three of them, and the memory of the crucial moments of the incident were missing details. It doesn't help that this happened over a year ago.

The other jurors and I were also surprised that the "I'm gonna f-ing kill you" statement wasn't asked about at all. My guess is GF decided she didn't have a good enough memory about that to testify about it. Strange to leave it in the opening statement though. Did they think we wouldn't notice?

Day 1 - B testimony

B's testimony matched GF's pretty decently. She testified to approaching both inside the bar and out at the car. She also couldn't tell what their argument was, only that it seemed one-sided (that D was yelling at GF), and that's what made her feel like interfering.

She testified that D grabbed her by the neck, maybe hard enough that he could have lifted her. And then pushed her down. She testified to being pushed down a second time, and then she felt the pain in her leg. She also said she hurt her head and felt something hit her leg, but couldn't tell what caused those. She didn't see how GF fell.

She testified a decent amount about how the injury had affected her life--loss of work, need for surgery, lingering pain even to today.

As before, we the jurors didn't feel like we got a very good sense of the specific movements or actions of the three involved, and the case really hinged on it.

Day 2 - doctor testimony

The prosecution called an orthopedic surgeon to testify about the nature of B's injury. He called in via Zoom. In short, she had broken the top of her shin bone and needed surgery. The only interesting and useful piece of testimony from this was that B had told the doctor she broke her leg when she was pushed down twice. Both she and GF testified that too, and B had told her doctor that. That all lent weight to the credibility of that claim.

Day 2 - officer testimony

The prosecution called one of the officers from the scene to testify about what he saw that night. The police had arrived after it was all over. They took statements from the two women and arrested D. The officer they called wasn't even the one who arrested D.

Honestly, this guy's testimony was pretty useless. He couldn't remember any information himself and basically had to consult his written report (which he was allowed to see but we weren't). On top of that, he came in to testify after he had just worked a graveyard shift, so he was barely holding it together. I don't think we referred to his testimony at all later.

When the prosecution said "the prosection rests" after this witness, my first thought was "wait, that's it? Seriously?" I had expected to hear testimony from at least one other person who was present that night. I had expected to see a police report or statement taken from that night.

Day 2 - defense

At this point I felt the prosecution had made a pretty good case, even if missing some corroborating evidence. But they had testimony from both people who had been harmed, and it felt like a plausible situation that could have occurred. I didn't know how the defense was going to substantially change my mind.

The defense's opening statement said that their strategy was simple: they were going to put D on the stand to hear his view of events. He was pressured into going to the bar when he didn't really want to go, argued the whole evening about how he would rather be home, and here's the kicker. At the car, he told GF, "If you get in that car, you're going to fucking kill us." Check out that slight twist to the wording. Plausible, yet flips the meaning entirely.

When D got up on the stand, he calmly walked through a pretty different version of events from the evening:

1. He had gone to GF's house to stay in and catch up on shows.
2. They both drank a bunch for a while.
3. GF kept going out for smoke breaks. Eventually he got annoyed and walked to the nearby smoke shop to buy a cigar.
4. GF intercepts him at the smoke shop. They buy smokes and she takes him, somewhat reluctant, to the bar.
5. He was annoyed at how much GF was drinking and argued with her about wanting to be home instead.
6. When B approaches, he does tell her to mind her business.
7. He testified that he got annoyed with GF and left early and waited at the car to prevent GF from driving home drunk.
8. Indeed, he said that their argument outside the car was about not wanting her to drive home.
9. When B approached, he held out his arm straight in front of himself, which caused B to trip and fall over one of the cement parking stops on the ground.
10. He stood over her after she fell, but didn't take further actions, maybe only talking to her. It wasn't clear.
11. When GF grabbed his arm, he pulled away from her.
12. He left and walked to an alley between the bar and a neighboring building, where he waited until the police picked him up.

It was clear hearing D that he had been coached and had rehearsed. The questions and answers from his attorney were smooth and flowed comfortably. He was also very careful to downplay his mood. When GF brought him unwilling to the bar, he was "disappointed", not "annoyed". When GF had too much to drink he was again "disappointed". When B came and interfered at first, he was annoyed but not angry. I get not wanting to paint yourself as an angry, drunk guy, but come on. This struck us all as phony.

D even drew a diagram of the bar and parking lot, showing the movements of the three people all the way through the end of the incident. I did my best to copy it down, but there were a lot of lines, so I didn't trust that I got it fully correctly.

The prosecution's cross-examination didn't ask crucial questions about whether he kicked B while she was down or whether he pushed her down a second time. I didn't feel like I learned very much from it.

And then the defense rested, and again I thought "that's it? Really?" Once again I was struck by the absence of evidence.

Day 3 - more instructions

Well, that brings us to today. The judge finally gave us a hefty packet that contained all the instructions for reaching a verdict. Because it is a criminal case, the verdict had to be unanimous. Many of the instructions were things we'd heard before about the presumption of innocence, "beyond reasonable doubt", burden of proof, which evidence to consider, and so on.

Other parts of the instructions finally filled us in on legal meanings. I can't actually find a clear matching definition for assault online, but the essence of it was when a person intentionally strikes or touches another person in a harmful or offensive way, a way that a reasonable person would be offended by. A crucial part is that it requires intent.

Following from that, assault in the second degree was narrowed to "intentionally assaults another and thereby recklessly inflicts substantial bodily harm". And then they had to provide a confusing definition for recklessness. And recklessness refers to the concept of "knowing" something, which gets its own even more confusing definition. You may be beginning to see why they had to focus the instructions so much for us.

Luckily we were able to distill the recklessness definition down to, "did he know when he pushed her that it could cause her to get hurt?" Most reasonable people would believe yes, the possibility exists, so to continue with the act counts as recklessness.

Assault in the fourth degree is simply committing any assault. Again, that requires intent. The domestic violence designation would automatically be attached to it if we found him guilty on this count because D and GF were adults in a dating relationship.

We received instructions to produce a verdict for each charge separately. If any part of the charge couldn't be proven, then the verdict for that charge should be not guilty. The jury had to be unanimous for the decision.

Day 3 - closing arguments

The prosecution gets to make closing arguments first. Then the defense. Then the prosecution gets to make a rebuttal.

The prosecution's closing statement mostly restated things from their testimony. It largely ignored D's testimony, pretended it didn't exist. At this point it didn't do enough to convince me of intent, which you'll see was the key issue of this entire case.

The defense's closing argument made the case entirely about alcohol consumption. Everyone had drunk too much and what happened was an accident. It didn't adequately address intentionality either.

Finally, alternate jurors were identified, chosen at random by lottery (literally using a bingo machine thingy). Good move, because otherwise those people would have tuned out immediately and been useless. I was not one of the two alternates.

Day 3 - deliberations

Keep in mind that although I say "day 3" here, this spanned over a weekend and one day with a break, so in total it was the sixth day since the trial began. All of us, including me, had plenty of time to mull over the testimonies in our heads in our free time. I certainly found my mind wandering over questions I had and things I wish I knew.

So it was a relief to finally be able to talk with others about it, and boy, everyone else had the same feeling, because it started turning chaotic very quickly. We elected a presiding juror, who attempted to steer the conversation and occasionally succeeded. The biggest problems were cross-talk, interruptions, and people talking over other people. A few of us tried to make sure people raised their hands and that everyone had a chance to speak. It was hard and took constant attention, because there was a lot of information, a lot of differing opinions, and a lot of points to discuss.

We took a quick initial vote and had about a 33/33/33 split of guilty, not guilty, and undecided. Before conversation spun too far out of control, a few of us tried to add some structure to the process. The judge had given us specific instructions about the charges being filed. The first charge involved the date and time of the incident (easily proven), the location (easily proven), the defendant and victim (easily proven), and elements of an "assault" charge, namely intentionality (difficult) and recklessness (nontrivial but doable).

The second charge

We started going in circles about intentionality almost immediately and ended up deferring to talk about the second charge first, hoping it was easier to figure out.

The second charge was simply assault: an intentional striking or touching that an ordinary person would find offensive or harmful. The circumstances of this, we eventually decided, were that GF was grabbing D's hand and could easily have slipped and fallen when he pushed her off (especially in her inebriated state). When grabbing someone else's hand who doesn't want you grabbing it, an ordinary person could easily expect their reaction of pushing it away or shrugging it off. There was enough doubt that the defendant intentionally struck her in an unexpected way, so we eventually agreed on not guilty.

That isn't to say we started there. We had one holdout who felt he was guilty at first and took quite some convincing. I'm not exactly sure what convinced them, seemingly a side chat with someone sitting next to them. In my opinion, that person came in with some biases towards male-against-female violence of any kind and saw intention where others saw unfortunate accident. When pressed for reasons, they seemed to think of "might have" and "could have" reasons that weren't supported by testimony. Anyway, I'm glad we were able to settle that one.

Back to the first charge

We turned our attention back to the first charge. There were two main parts: intentionality and recklessness. We were able to establish recklessness without too much trouble, provisional on intentionality of actually pushing: if you push someone, you have to know there is a possibility that they will get hurt, maybe injured. By continuing to push, you're disregarding that risk, and that constitutes recklessness. So finally we were just left with intentionality.

Somewhat ironically, D's drawing helped us here, coupled with other testimony. We had testimony from both GF and B that the defendant walked towards B in the parking lot as B was approaching them. That didn't strike us as a defensive act. From his diagram, D had to walk around the car door to make his approach, extra steps and actions that speak to intention.

D's claim was that he simply put out his hand to stop B, but it didn't make sense given his approach. Are you trying to create space using your hands, or are you walking towards them, which closes the space?

Both women testified that he stood over B after she was on the ground and that he pushed her down twice. While D didn't testify to a second push (or even the first push, really), it was easy to believe at this point that he was angry at the interference and did actually push twice.

We don't know what happened, probably never will. With a group of drunk adults over a year ago, it's probably impossible for any of them to produce the whole truth even if they wanted to. But all twelve of us felt there was a high likelihood that he pushed her intentionally, so we decided guilty of the first charge.

Throughout this, we were all frustrated at the lack of evidence we had access to. The testimonies were all by stakeholders in the crime: the perpetrator and victims. The police officer had no useful information, and the doctor only had medical opinions about the condition of her leg, not how it got that way. Where was the testimony from others at the bar? The guy in the truck who drove by? Other police officers? Where were police reports and statements taken at the night of the crime? We don't know why they weren't produced (by either the prosecution or the defense!). Maybe they couldn't be admitted because of some technicality or incorrect handling. Maybe the other people were unwilling to testify. We just don't know. It was frustrating to have such ambiguity to work with when the impact of the decision is so serious.

Wrapping up

We went back to the courtroom, and the clerk read the verdict. The defendant did not show much emotion. Some shaking of his head, frustration and disappointment. It was done fairly quickly, the judge came back to thank us for our service personally and ask us for feedback on the process as a whole, and dismissed us, allowing us to speak freely about the trial.

It's weighty to have passed a guilty verdict on someone else. This could alter the trajectory of his life significantly. I have to remember that all of us were convinced of this conclusion, people from wildly varying backgrounds. I also have to remember that the victims had some part in this process. They probably had to press charges in order for this case to be brought to trial. Their lives were also altered by what happened. Passing a not-guilty verdict could affect them too.

All in all, this was an interesting experience. I got lucky that the subject matter was relatively tame, nothing that would scar me mentally. I'm not necessarily eager to sit on another jury anytime soon, but probably wouldn't try hard to escape it either.

Additions and Subtractions

Has it really been almost a year since one of these? That's even longer than I expected. I think the six month point rolled around and I didn't have enough motivation to put pen to paper, so to speak. Now I've got way too much to cover, so probably this will be an unsurprisingly long one.

Pandemic life, again

In our part of the USA, vaccinations have started approaching critical mass, so they've started lifting restrictions on people going back to work and wearing masks. Mommy and I are vaccinated now, which is a big relief, but we still exercise considerable caution, wear masks in any public indoor setting, and stick to only small gatherings.

One of the few good things to come out of the pandemic is showing companies how effective people can be at working from home. That has been the biggest boost to my overall well being during this time. I'm hoping never to go back to full time commuting to an office 5 days a week, and my work seems pretty supportive of that.

The schedule these days is not too different from last time. Maybe minor changes only.

1. Wake up around 6:45, have a shower. G is usually already awake but just reads books or plays in his room for a while.
2. At 7:30 I get both the kids up. Sometimes R sleeps in a bit, but not as much these days
3. Kids brush teeth, do morning ablutions, and eat breakfast. Sometimes they try to run off and play during this time. Argh.
4. On many days, I help pack the kids into the car for mommy to take them to a morning outing at a park or trail
5. I shut myself into the computer room and work
6. At around 11:30 they get back from the outing and I make and eat lunch with them
7. At 12:45 R goes for a nap and G goes to "quiet time" in his room. I head back to work.
8. At 3 PM G's quiet time is done, and R usually wakes up shortly after
9. I finish working at 5 PM. I come out and play with the kids and/or make dinner
10. I shoot for dinner at 6 PM
11. Bedtime routine starts at 7:30. That's brushing teeth, bathroom, change into pajamas, and bedtime story
12. Bedtime is about 8 PM

I still go out very little overall. I make a weekly trip to the grocery store and occasional trips to Costco for more supplies. On weekends sometimes we go meet up with family so the kids can play with their cousins.

Houses

Well, uh, we're moving! Not far, about 20 minutes south of where we live now. That's 20 minutes more commute from my work, too. Before the pandemic and the new work-from-home situation I never would have considered moving even farther away, but now it's a viable option. We already bought the new house and have been moving stuff in steadily ourselves.

The house we're currently in was never really intended to be the place we lived forever. When we bought it we expected to live here for about 5 years, but we ended up staying for twelve. It's funny, but I don't think I've ever lived in a single other place for this long in my life. We've certainly accumulated a lot of stuff we need to get rid of, what with having two kids here and all.

The new house, on the other hand, is our dream house, our "forever home". I'm hoping we can live there until we're old and feel like downsizing. Since our current house never felt permanent to me, I think I shied away from some home improvement stuff, but I'm hoping I won't hold back this time around.

The new house itself is gorgeous and huge on 2 acres of land. Plenty of room for the kids to play outside. We had a big open yard in the house I grew up in and it was an endless source of fun to play soccer and run around outside on nice days. It also comes with extra yard maintenance work, but we're ready for it. In the new house, both mommy and I will each have a room that is "ours". Mine will be my office where I'll work, and hers will be a sort of craft room. I didn't realize until recently that I haven't had a space all of my own since I moved out of my parents' house, like 20 years ago. I never really minded sharing space with my wife, but it will also be nice to customize my space exactly how I want to.

It's funny, we've been talking about buying a new house and moving for many years, and we always wanted to do it before G was in elementary school, but kept putting it off because it seemed like an insurmountable task. Then all of a sudden all of our neighbors sold their houses with minimal work done and with huge appreciation in value. My sister-in-law said the real estate market for selling in our price range is hot right now, so I called up the same guy who sold us this house, and we went from "starting the process" to "offer accepted" on the new house in about 2 weeks. Wild.

As odd as it sounds to say, the whole pandemic work from home situation was a major factor. I can't really imagine being able to go house hunting while also attempting to commute 2-3 hours a day 5 days a week. Basically, we have very little else going on in our lives right now, so it was the perfect time to do this, and I'm glad we pounced on the opportunity.

Speaking of updates

The younger one has had a lot of changes in the last year (obviously, at this stage of his life), but probably the most obvious stuff is his talking. The last time I wrote, he was doing individual words. That grew into short groups of words at maybe 18-20 months old and further to some whole sentences at around 21-22 months.

He went through a funny phase where he inserted "my own" in a lot of stuff. "I drank all of my own juice." "I bonked my own head." That phase seems to have ended, but it was funny while it lasted. He also liked to double up sounds. Our dog Laika ended up as "Lalai". The neighborhood kid named Mason turned into "May-may". His latest thing has been adding an "ee" sound to everything. "Trucky", "milky", "juicey", "sockies", "homey". I don't know why he started doing that but it's pretty cute. I guess we should go straight to the translation table, huh? He's already outgrown some of these pronunciations but they all showed up at some point, so I wanted to capture them for posterity.

Words	Pronunciation
screwdriver	duwawa
helicopter	tatata
green	deen
orange	onyon (consistently)
croissant	cagan
Christmas tree	may may wee
lasagna	bo-anya
wheel	weeooo
open	nemnyeah
I'm okay	I ogogay
fish	wiff
octopus	bluh-bluh (extremely puzzing, extremely consistent)
raisin	wee-yu (again, highly consistently)
caterpillar	dadawowo
graham cracker	dadada (not to be confused with helicopter)
monster truck	mama duck
car	gao
water	aga
Easter bunny	eedy bunty
come see!	mum dee!

An interesting difference between the kids is that G had trouble with his liquids (L's and R's) for quite a while. Only now, around age 4-5, has he sort of conquered them. But R already does a really great "r" sound at the ends of words. Words like "heart", "shirt", and "bark" have a really pronounced "r" sound that always reminds me of talking like a pirate.

Not so little one

Well, since I'm talking about the littlest one, I might as well keep going. Let's see what other kinds of changes he's been up to. For one, he eats at the table rather than a high chair now. I think that started when we had cousins over for a sleepover and I sat all four kids at the table for a meal. After that he sort of didn't want to go back to a high chair, and I liked having him sit next to me anyway. It was a bit challenging at times because he's both a messy eater and a bit of a wanderer (as kids tend to be), but I was able to instate mealtime rules and make things work. I also put a towel over his chair so I can easily put it in the wash when he gets too much food on it.

Though he's still in diapers, we don't use the changing table anymore. Honestly, he's sort of too tall for it now anyway. When we need to change him we just ask him to go lie down in his room, and he's usually happy to oblige. Even better, sometimes after his diaper is full he'll tell us he wants to be changed and will run in there and be lying down by the time we arrive. I hope this bodes well for when he does start toilet training.

Even his sleeping and bedtime routines changed at some point. A year ago we would put him in his crib and turn on his sound machine and his sleeper music mobile thingy. I'm not sure when it happened, but he started saying he didn't want his sound machine on. Then he didn't want his music on. I always worried at that point that he'd wake up too easily without the white noise going, but he still sleeps great. Now he gets a blanket on him and sometimes a book to look at and just night lights. Sometimes he wants his music, but not always.

He's always been very chill about going to bed. He rarely puts up a fight, and even if he protests a bit, after we get him into his crib he usually just makes himself comfortable. For a while when we would leave the room he would holler after us "BYE MOMMY" or "BYE DADDY" and just settle down to sleep. It was pretty funny, since it was in that deep bellowing voice that he has.

Oh, he got the rest of his baby teeth in at some point! They were pretty late compared to G, after 2 years old for the 2-year molars to arrive. What a difference it made being able to hand him something and ask him to take bites rather than having to cut everything up into tiny pieces. As I'm writing this he's using a spoon to eat some "macanoni" (and getting really angry every time it falls off the spoon--but he's trying!).

Once he has teeth he also needs them brushed, so I started doing that, once in the morning and once at night. I started off doing it just like I did with G, with a little toddler toothbrush. I had a rude awakening after his 1 year dentist appointment, when they pointed out that he had tartar buildup in a few spots. Turns out the kid has ultra strong lips and wasn't giving me good access to his gumline in certain spots, so I was never able to brush them properly. He was also very combative about opening up his lips and letting me get at them. Mommy to the rescue, found suggestions to use a "finger toothbrush" made of silicone that goes over the finger, so you stick your whole finger in their mouth to brush. It's a bit awkward but with the proper framing (his toothbrush is shaped like a monkey named Momo) he has gotten a lot better about relaxing his lips so I can brush properly.

One of the skills that babies and toddlers work on is fitting shapes into receptacles, like puzzles. Just like G at one point, R was painfully bad at this for a long time. Even the simplest puzzles with four pieces and pictures backing the pieces to show how to put them were beyond him. He had a sort of breakthrough at one point and really focused on a single simple puzzle for basically a whole evening, solving the same four pieces over and over again. After that I feel like he suddenly "got it" and had an easier time doing other puzzle type activities.

I've seen it lots of times with my kids when they suddenly discover some new skill and then have to "max it out" by repeating it for a long time. Another instance I remember is R practicing stepping up and down from a single stair step over and over, I guess trying to figure out his newfound balance. In cases like that we try not to interrupt them so they can maintain their focus.

Speaking of learning new things, R's constant cry these days is "I want to do it MYDELF!" Buckle himself into his carseat? Do it mydelf. Unbuckle from the carseat? Do it mydelf. Open the package of food to eat? Do it mydelf. Climb into or out of the car seat? Do it mydelf. Put on or take off shoes? Do it mydelf. Climb into crib, climb out of crib, wash hands, put on diaper, change clothes, read a book... the list goes on. The best part is he can pretty much do almost none of these things by himdelf, but he sure wishes he could. When we try to assist him, he gets mad and yells. If we don't help him, he tries and gets understandably frustrated and then yells. There's no winning here, but I guess I admire the attitude.

On the topic of capabilities, I realized the other day that a lot of everyday things that kids can and can't do just comes down to sheer strength. Stuff like turning a doorknob or opening the fridge door or pulling on your shoes or slamming a car door shut or poking a piece of food or ripping open a food package all have a big strength component. Sure, there's some dexterity needed, but in large part there's a certain amount of strength required, and you either have it or you don't. So once a kid gets strong enough to do it, it becomes easy for them. Sometimes teaching a kid how to do something by themselves is less a matter of demonstrating the technique and more a matter of just waiting till they're strong enough. For the kid, it's got to be frustrating to have to wait, though.

I don't want to forget one of the funniest things R started doing. We got him this puffy vest, and he started sticking his hands in the vest pockets and walking around outside like an old man out on a constitutional. It made him look so old and hilarious. He carried that over to being obsessed with pockets in any clothes he had. For a while his favorite thing to do was stick his hands in his pockets and walk up and down the driveway over and over. G never had this kind of pockets obsession. It's really funny to watch.

A quick mention about winter: we had snow briefly, and a decent amount. G remembered it, but R of course didn't, since he was less than 1 year old the last time it came around. I want to share an anecdote about how snow went this year for the two kids. I got them both bundled up nicely: layers, snow pants, boots, mittens, hats, the whole deal. G was ready quicker and went on out while I finished bundling R (he ended up looking like the kid from A Christmas Story). I went out with R and was helping him walk through the deep snow. Within 30 seconds he started crying and I had to take him back inside.

In extreme contrast, I come back out and G has taken off his mittens and lost them somewhere in the snow after sprinting all around the yard a bunch. He's bare-hand scooping up snow and eating it and has been for the last 10 minutes. His hands are so cold he cannot even feel or move them anymore, so I need to take him back inside immediately to warm them up with cool water. We then found his mittens (soaked) and got him some spare ones to have proper snow fun in after. I just love this anecdote as an example of what kind of total polar opposites (so to speak) I'm dealing with here sometimes.

Additions and Subtractions

Somewhere in here I wanted to insert a note that our old dog Poppy finally died a little while ago, at 16 years old. We got her as an adult, when she was 2-3 years old and had already gone through multiple families. She had some weird anxieties her whole life and was generally a bit nervous for most of it, but we tried to give her a comfortable place to live where not a ton was required of her. She was extremely sweet and gentle with the kids and was just a great family dog. Her presence in our life has been missed. She was a good old dog.

On a brighter note, my sister just had a baby! I'm so excited to be an uncle (again)! It's been so much fun to see all the pics of a tiny baby again, now that we don't have one anymore. It's funny how much stuff we just page out of our brains when we don't use it anymore. That's one of the main reasons I write this: so that I can go back and remember the kinds of things that were going on during different eras of my life and the kids' lives. I can't wait to see how the newest little one grows and develops her personality and capabilities. We've been sharing that sort of stuff from our kids for years now, I can't wait to be the recipient of "look what she just did!" kind of stuff.

Older kid stuff... like riding bikes!

So far I've spent the whole time talking about our littlest one, but our eldest has been busy with his own stuff too, of course. Hey, here's a wild thing: I taught him how to ride a bike! It's every dad's dream and/or job to teach his kid to ride a bike, and I'm just pleased as punch to be living out the cliche. It's been years since I mentioned our last attempts to teach him to ride a balance bike. Well, that's because he didn't show much interest and so we didn't push him to try. I always figured he'd eventually want to try again, and he got big enough that I thought it was time to give it another attempt.

We started out with the balance bike again, but also had a kid's pedal bike handy. He really wanted to go straight to the pedal bike, but we told him he had to try practicing a bit with the balance bike first. We tried it in the back yard, which was bumpy and not easy to ride on. Once again he was not interested in the balance bike. Then we let him try the pedal bike in the back yard. Despite being incredibly difficult to pedal on grass, he kept wanting to try over and over. Somehow the allure of a pedal bike was extremely strong and motivating.

We moved down to the cul-de-sac next. The key piece of advice I got online was not to hold the bike, but instead to support the child. That makes them negotiate the balance between their body and their bike without some external force holding the bike up. It's the same reason why training wheels, while great for getting kids interested in bikes and motivating them, don't really teach balance. Then I told him the same advice I got from my dad when I learned to ride: look where you want to go and just pedal. The faster you go, the easier it is to balance, so there's a strength component here too, to be able to pedal to get that speed.

We had 6 or 7 sessions in the cul-de-sac with me just supporting under his arms while he pedaled around. We practiced doing loops in both directions and doing different turns. With shockingly little practice he was starting to go faster than I could keep up with while holding. I went from having two hands under his arms to having one hand just touching his shoulder for comfort. Then we upgraded our location to the school parking lot down the street. It had a bit of uphill and downhill and a few long, flat straightaways. Here I weaned him off of that comfort hand and only helped hold him on the uphill part. This is basically where we are now: he can bike on flat surfaces and downhills a bit, but is still learning the balance and getting the strength needed to pedal uphill and pedal while standing for extra power. All in all it took about a month. It was a lot of work, jogging alongside him in the hot sun, but a lot of fun and really worth it.

It's worth mentioning that R has started trying out the old balance bike, too. He mainly likes to straddle the seat and walk slowly. That's a good enough start for now. I'm sure we'll spend more time on it later as he grows more.

Older kid stuff... like soccer!

Before we get to the soccer part, I wanted to talk about how G has changed when going to playgrounds. We've only recently started letting the kids go back to playgrounds due to COVID, but with vaccination rates going up and the fact that it's outdoor play, we felt the risk is low enough now. Anyway, in the last few months, he's really shown a willingness to play with rando kids at the playground. Before, most of the time he would be too shy to approach; now he will randomly chat up some kid and they'll run off together. He'll even end up in small groups of kids sometimes.

For the last few years we've discussed and mentally evaluated whether we thought G was ready for an organized sport like soccer. In previous years we felt he wasn't going to have fun, because he didn't seem to enjoy big groups of kids, but this year we saw those signs of willingness to play with kids he doesn't know super well, so we felt he was ready and enrolled him. I'm lucky to be working from home, so that I could take him to all his practices and games (often mommy and R come along too for the games).

The "season" started off with practice twice a week for 2 weeks or so, then those practices switched to be games. 5 vs 5 kids, two 12-minute halves. At practices the coach had him doing basic drills like passing, shooting, and dribbling. He also taught about throw-ins and spent a lot of time reminding them which goal they want to kick it in and which one they want to keep it away from. Not surprisingly, in the frenzy of the game kids aren't always good at remembering which way to go. Probably a third of the goals I've witnessed so far were own-goals. Oops.

In terms of how he plays, G is happy to just be on the field but seems to strongly avoid getting into any sort of conflicts. He'll sometimes chase down a ball that strays too far away from another kid but doesn't really try to take the ball away from anyone. Not that they have "positions" at this point, but he seems to enjoy defense-type activities, so we did some practice kicking the ball out of the way if it's heading towards the goal. He's managed to put it into action a few times. In any case, it's a success in my book if he comes away happy and having fun. This year isn't really about learning to play soccer; it's about learning to play with a group of kids in a somewhat chaotic environment.

Older kid stuff... like reading!

A year ago with the last post, G was just starting to read and could do some three letter words. To give you some indication of how that's progressed... hey, quit trying to read my laptop! Yes, I'm talking about you. Go find something else to do and I'll be done in a little bit. OK, sorry, I'm back now. So yeah, he can read a lot. He progressed from those 3 letter words to slightly longer words and sounding out the letters to simple short sentences. Now he can do short chapter books, but prefers ones that are shorter with more pictures.

Mommy deserves almost all the credit here for basically teaching him how to read and supplying him with a constant stream of level-appropriate material to stretch his capabilities just enough. She did a ton of reading with him, and her endless patience and steady teacher demeanor helped him grow a lot and build up his confidence. When he was just learning he was really hesitant to try pages with too many words or words that looked long or complicated. By now he will attempt to read basically anything: yesterday he was reading us a kids' book about different types of clouds (cirrus, cumulous, etc.) and mispronounced basically every cloud term but still charged through and at least attempted to say them all. I love that he's trying even if it's wrong. It's much better than not having enough confidence to even try.

An interesting thing about reading that I hadn't thought about is that it's mostly memorization. When you're just starting out and when you encounter an unfamiliar or especially difficult word, sure, you slow down to sound it out, but other than that, reading at any noticeable speed is simply recognizing memorized words very quickly. You can really see that in action with the trajectory a kid takes when learning to read. Eventually they aren't sounding out certain words and instead just saying them since they remember their shape. The method of reading we used was a mix of phonics and memorization. Phonics was used for most words, but they supplemented it with memorizing certain "sight words", basically those tiny connective words that show up frequently and have strange pronunciations, like "is", "the", "and", etc..

In case people are curious, a lot of his early reading practice used Bob Books. They have a great, gradual ramp up from super simple books with just a few words on the page to ones with a few sentences on the page. After a certain point we supplemented with other kids early reading books from the library, too.

Another interesting thing is G's "reading voice" that he switches into whenever he starts reading. I guess everyone has one, but his is very pronounced and distinctive. His pitch goes up a little and his speaking cadence changes. It's cute and I love it. Can't wait to see what R sounds like someday when he learns to read too.

Reading, by the way, is a fantastic activity for groups of kids. G's reading skills have helped make him the star of sleepovers sometimes because he can read books to the kids who come over (those kids just being his cousins, really). Sometimes they'll run off to play by themselves and I'll peek in to see G reading to a group of three kids with rapt attention. Likewise at night time during sleepovers he usually reads to himself and the others as they go to sleep. Reading is super useful and fun.

Older kid stuff... like building stuff!

Over the last couple years G has gotten a few Lego sets. For a while they were mostly a curiosity, but he got some for his birthday and Christmas and, with a little coaching, turned out to have quite the aptitude for building. We helped walk him through the instructions the first few times, teaching him how to interpret what they're showing in the diagrams. Now he can fully assemble fairly complicated sets by himself, usually without any assistance. His spatial reasoning is pretty good and he seems to really enjoy the process and the end result.

Recently my dad got him a Meccano set, similar to Legos but uses different types of parts. We've put together a few of those too. He needs more practice there since the instructions aren't familiar yet, but when we did them I tried to have him do most of the interpreting and I just helped hold pieces together to assist.

Another great construction type toy we have is a cool fort-building kit that his aunt and uncle gave him. It's got about 45 poles and 25 connectors, which you can connect at various angles to make all sorts of cool structures. It comes with an instruction book with the full steps to some of them and just pictures of others for ideas. At first he wasn't strong enough to connect the pieces together and take them apart, but now he is and combined with his instruction-following skills can make basically whatever he wants on his own. Then he has fun decorating it with various accoutrements and playing in it for a few days before it inevitably feels like it's taking up too much room, and we take it down until later.

Together

This section is supposed to be about kids playing together, but I would remiss if I didn't mention G's latest stuffed animal/imaginary friend, Hilda, from the eponymous kids' TV show. He's currently obssessed with the show and loves the main character. Mommy had a brilliant idea to get him a stuffed version of her as a present and right now they're inseparable. He also has the graphic novels and at least one book from the show, which he's read many times. He draws fan art of characters and scenes from it and recites the plot to me whenever he can. It's fun seeing how much he loves it and how much he gets into it and how much joy he derives from it.

One of the things that has always been funniest is how much R copies his older brother. He copies everything: things he says, things he does, sounds he's making, wherever he's going, and he wants the same things he has. An especially weird one I remember is that they were both building something with Legos. G accidentally broke his creation and started crying, so of course R then also deliberately broke his own and also started crying. The level of imitation is incredible, and the fidelity is quite good too.

Let's go back to sleepovers for a minute. Occasionally we have their two cousins (one is G's age, one is R's age) over for a sleepover, usually just one night. It's always a ton of fun, and more and more fun as they get older since they play more independently. Usually they all run off and play together and need basically no involvement from us. In the last few months the kids have also had mini-sleepovers where one will sleep in the other's room. Usually it will be G sleeping on his sleeping bag in R's room while he's in the crib. We've tried it the other way a few times, but R isn't quite ready to sleep outside a crib yet, and I usually have to take him back to his crib in the middle of the night. On these nights they're always super excited and stay up late reading books and talking. Sometimes G will want to go to sleep but R will continue talking for too long, so I have to go in there a couple times and settle them down.

They've had a huge growth in independent play together lately. They have been playing together to some extent for ages but it's really taken off in the last, say, 3 weeks. R must have reached some critical level of competence or vocal mastery to suddenly be more fun to play with. Some days we barely see them because they've managed to play with each other for basically the whole day. I mean for the last hour I've barely had to intervene at all. They're having a great time and I'm getting some time to write this. It's awesome.

Conflict Resolution

Since they are both playing more physically with each other too (like roughhousing), mommy had the idea to introduce the concept of consent, at least for G. We actually use the word "consent" when we talk about it, too. When we witness them playing rough, we tell G to ask for consent before doing something that involves hitting or other kinds of rough play. Then he'll say something like "can I bonk on your head?" and actually listens depending on the answer. We felt it's important for them to start thinking about other people's boundaries.

Other things we talk to G about at this stage are more nuanced things like not teasing (example: prominently displaying something that R is not allowed to touch), gloating (example: loudly saying that you won and the other person lost), and being annoying (example: deliberately saying something you know the other person doesn't want to hear). Mostly I try to make him think about how he'd feel if that were done to him. He usually gets the idea but it needs constant reinforcement. Over time we'll elevate that to thinking about how someone else would like to be treated, even if it's different than how he himself would like to be treated (the "platinum rule").

In terms of resolving disputes, they keep getting better. It didn't start this way and doesn't work out 100% of the time, but I'll often hear stuff like: "R! Don't put that Lego on there! Go work on your own thing!" "Ooookay. I'll work on my own Legos." or "G! I want my car back!" "OK, you can play with this one and I'll play with this other one." or "Can you give me some space?" "OK, I'll go work over here." For larger dust ups, usually one kid will come running out crying or something. We'll listen to their greivances and then usually tell them "Well, did you tell them that? Go talk to them about it."

When I witness an obvious and direct infraction that I think needs intervention, my usual approach is to ask the offender to "make it right". If G pushes down R, either on purpose or by accident, I'll ask him to say sorry and go over to help him feel better. If he breaks something R is working on, I'll ask him to help rebuild it. If he snatches something away, he needs to give it back and say sorry for taking it. Sometimes if he's mad he won't do it, in which case I'll have him usually wait in his room and calm himself down until he's ready. When he's ready to apologize to the other person he can come out and do it. It sounds a bit like a time-out, but it's not really punitive; it's about collecting himself enough to make amends. If he's taking longer than a few minutes I'll usually go in there and talk to him about it, listen to his side of the story, and remind him why it's important to make it right. When he does his apology, I ask him to say specifically what he's apologizing for. Sometimes I help him find the words he could use: "I'm sorry I pushed you."

We try to model the "make it right" approach too. If I'm accidentally too rough with him to stop him doing something he isn't allowed to do, I'll apologize for being too rough. If I make a mess of something I'll go clean it up. If I forget to give a treat that I promised, I'll apologize for forgetting. I hope he absorbs that saying sorry is something everyone has to do, both kids and grown-ups.

Well, I've gotten to about the end of the planned content I had. Things are eventful here but good. Everyone is safe and we've got exciting stuff to look forward to. Next time I write, G will have been in kindergarten for a while, so I'm sure that will be interesting. Hopefully it won't be another year until the next one, but no promises!