The other day I set out exploring the new parts of the jungle mural that Daddy added for me. I like to imagine that my tortoise and finch are from the faraway and exciting Galápagos Islands.
Thanks to Isabelle (who I got to meet this week!) for the cool explorer shirt and cargo pants!
Hi Isabelle!
OK… so not quite. But I do think I’ve worked out part of the formula to calculate how time and distance work into the equation. What I’ve noticed is that when Mommy goes away, her motherly urge to return (and bask in my presence) depends on the time and distance.
As long as she is close enough, the time doesn’t matter. But once she’s far enough away, then the time factor kicks in exponentially. Distance matters less in contributing to the urge once the distance threshold has been crossed.
So we have a discontinuous function U (urge to return) of distance d and time t, U(d,t).
For d < D, U(d,t) = 0
for d >= D, U(d,t) = t1.2/T’ * (d-D)/D’
where D is approximately 100 meters, and D’ and T’ are a scaling factors.
If any of my math buddies out there (you know who you are) can help me express this relationship better, please do let me know.
One other interesting tidbit: Mommy discovered recently that the distance d really is a spacial distance, and not a distance as one would often express in while traveling by car in L.A., i.e. in units of time. In other words, it matters not how long it would take her to return, just how far away she is. Being 10 minutes away by car can seem further away than 20 minutes on foot! How strange!
And, just to make this post more interesting, here’s a picture of me & Daddy from our recent professional photo shoot.
(Photo credit: Jeneanne Ericsson)
I’m thinking of starting a picture dictionary to help my vocabulary.
(Ed. Note: Now now, Ben, even the best baby in the universe probably still spits up from time to time!)
… who’s the cutest of the dwarves? Ok, so I’m kinda short, even if I’m not a dwarf. You try coming up with a word that rhymes with “floor”. Now do it with my vocabulary. See?
Sometimes Mommy puts the mirror out for me to look in during Tummy Time. I almost always smile when I see that kid in the mirror. He is so good looking and happy. Can’t he come out and play? I guess he can’t since it doesn’t look like he could fit through to come to my side. M&D, can we get a bigger one of these parallel dimension portal thingys?
Can you tell which picture is me, and which is my Daddy?
And yes, the sweater and bootie set is the same, handed down. Mommy thought this would be a fun picture to have, so I agreed to do the photo shoot.
Grandma came to visit last weekend, and it was really good to see her again. I hardly remembered her from last time – I mean at the time I had literally been “born yesterday”. And I mean “literally” like it is actually defined, not like some people use it when they’re really just trying to add emphasis. But I digress…
But these days I’ve learned a few more tricks for keeping Grandmas entertained, like smiling and standing up (with help), so I was able to keep Grandma around for a couple of days before she had to go.
Thanks for coming to visit Grandma! I look forward to seeing you again soon!
(Ed. Note: Sorry for the delay in postings. The Editor has been busy releasing a new product at work.)
