Dylan's never slept in our bed except once or twice in hotels. When we've tried to calm him down by co-sleeping, he just winds up wanting to play.

I have very vivid memories of sleeping in my parents' bed and how comforting it felt.

After several emails to my advisor, he finally responded. First, he gave me a few minor edits. Then, he told me that I should explain what I mean better in one of my examples. (I can't explain what I mean because I don't know what I mean. I don't understand that example. I put it in because he said to put it in, and I have been asking him for help in understanding what it means since last December.) Then he corrected a sentence where I said I explain something "in arguments similar to ..." and he said it should be "using arguments similar to ..." And then this comment on that correction:

This is the sort of thing I would expect you to catch yourself. The fact that the paper still has many of this sort of writing mistake was the reason for my obvious frustration when you last saw me.

Please understand, the math you've done is good. I think it's very good, and others will too. But the chances of people appreciating your work depend in a large part on how well you communicate it. I hate to see this thing submitted with this quality of writing, but probably at this point, your best bet is to just go ahead and do it.

...can we sic Tino on him?

Wow. Nice. Very helpful. And so encouraging.

...can we sic Tino on him?

I think this guy might be Tino. Or a polar bear.

Oh... the temptation to take out the +100 Red Pen of Editing on just that snippet of email is soooooooo strong.

DH was adamant with Owen but I was surprised how quickly he folded when Liv crawled into our bed. It's funny how having a king sized bed can change your mind. Especially when the kids only seem to crawl in on MY side of it.

I sympathize with the sleep issues. There really isn't a hard and fast rule--the only rule is doing whatever you have to do to achieve some sort of rest and equalibrium.

In other kid news, Liv just explained to me that iguanas poop seeds out.

Thank you, Diego.

Oh... the temptation to take out the +100 Red Pen of Editing on just that snippet of email is soooooooo strong.

Uh huh. Also, elsewhere in the email, he opened a parenthetical comment and then didn't close it.

Oh, and no explanation for why he didn't show up for the meeting last night. Our scheduled meeting time is 5:15 or 5:30, since he teaches a class that ends at 5 and comes by my office whenever he gets back to the department. I waited until 5:45 and knocked on his office door several times. Then I sent him an email, and then I left. On my way out, I ran into another grad student and told him why I was there so late. Today, that grad student told me that he'd seen my advisor in the department last night after I left. So now I'm really confused.

Oh... the temptation to take out the +100 Red Pen of Editing on just that snippet of email is soooooooo strong.

Oh my, yes. Or the Croquet Mallet of Editorial Retribution, but that's just me.