{"id":2744,"date":"2018-02-09T10:48:53","date_gmt":"2018-02-09T18:48:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/saguisag.com\/blogv4\/?p=2744"},"modified":"2018-02-09T10:48:53","modified_gmt":"2018-02-09T18:48:53","slug":"the-20s","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/saguisag.com\/blogv4\/the-20s\/","title":{"rendered":"The 20s"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I won&#8217;t embarrass her with pictures here, but today is my niece Regina&#8217;s 20th birthday.<\/p>\n<p>Yikes.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;<\/p>\n<p>The one memory I&#8217;ll share here is one day when she was maybe a year old, and my sister&#8217;s family had come by to visit.<\/p>\n<p>I had set up the old Avalon Hill <em>War at Sea<\/em> game, and Regina sat on my lap as I played a turn.\u00a0 The British and German navies were attacking each other, and as I rolled the dice, Regina would say, &#8220;uh oh&#8221; whenever I rolled a &#8216;5&#8217; (ship damaged\/crippled) and exclaimed &#8220;oh no!&#8221; whenever I rolled a &#8216;6&#8217; (ship destroyed\/sunk).<\/p>\n<p>I hadn&#8217;t even explained the rules to her.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;<\/p>\n<p>In 1999 (I think), my sister called me shortly after the beginning of the Daytona 500.<\/p>\n<p>Maria: What did you teach her?<br \/>\nMe: What do you mean?<br \/>\nMaria: We were watching the start of the race, they waved the green flag, and Regina said, &#8220;Go!&#8221;<br \/>\nMe (laughing): I didn&#8217;t do it.<\/p>\n<p>Regina has always been a smart kid.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;<\/p>\n<p>Last one:<\/p>\n<p>In 1999, I was babysitting at their place, and Regina was sleeping on the couch.\u00a0 I left her alone until she woke up, sat up, and vomited all over her onesie.<\/p>\n<p>Eeeek.<\/p>\n<p>I quickly scooped her up and removed the puked-on garment, found another one, changed her diaper since she had also peed, and dressed her in the other onesie.<\/p>\n<p>I then held onto her until she fell asleep again, and then her parents came home.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;<\/p>\n<p>Happy Birthday, Regina!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I won&#8217;t embarrass her with pictures here, but today is my niece Regina&#8217;s 20th birthday. Yikes. &#8212; The one memory I&#8217;ll share here is one day when she was maybe a year old, and my sister&#8217;s family had come by to visit. I had set up the old Avalon Hill War at Sea game, and &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/saguisag.com\/blogv4\/the-20s\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;The 20s&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_crdt_document":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[31],"tags":[357,326],"class_list":["post-2744","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-family","tag-birthday","tag-niece"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/saguisag.com\/blogv4\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2744","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/saguisag.com\/blogv4\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/saguisag.com\/blogv4\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/saguisag.com\/blogv4\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/saguisag.com\/blogv4\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2744"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/saguisag.com\/blogv4\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2744\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2745,"href":"https:\/\/saguisag.com\/blogv4\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2744\/revisions\/2745"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/saguisag.com\/blogv4\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2744"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/saguisag.com\/blogv4\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2744"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/saguisag.com\/blogv4\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2744"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}