Reminds me of the Marx Brothers.
He really did like the birds.
Desmina was too scared to hold them. But she loved feeding them.
Peep, peep, peep!
Feed me, Seymour!
18 April 2009
16 April 2009
15 April 2009
What a penny will buy you
I tried to bribe Desmina with a penny to clean her room. This is her interpretation of cleaning.
At least everything is off the floor.
At least everything is off the floor.
14 April 2009
13 April 2009
His first hair cut
Before
"Don't break my heart, my achey breaky heart"
After
And he still has his curls.
"Don't break my heart, my achey breaky heart"
After
And he still has his curls.
04 April 2009
I heart Leonard Cohen
I just got back from the Leonard Cohen concert. He left us with nothing to be desired. Seriously that man has some energy. He sang a three hour show and skipped off stage. I don't think I took a full breath the entire time; I was so captivated.
Words cannot describe the experience. His voice is like liquid gold or perhaps Viagra. It just caresses the soul, vibrates your Being. He was like a puppeteer for my emotions with each song he sung. It was like I was in Leonard's sea, riding with the waves. Tonight I experienced hope, lust, love, desire, sadness and even understood faith in a higher power. All I had to do was close my eyes and I was transfixed by his ethereal voice and of course his band.
The show was beyond phenomenal. Pity those who left after he first skipped off stage. They missed an amazing encore. He played at least seven more songs. He skipped off stage a few times and each time he returned the audience would roar with applause. I loved how he gave so much respect to not only the musicians that make his band, but the technicians as well.
Each musician added so much dimension to the songs. The woodwind player was like icing a cake. Nice and smooth, dripping with deliciousness and guilty pleasure. The mandolin was nice and dreamy. The bass player added soul to the music. The singers gave it breath and the drummer brought it all together, giving the music life.
Words cannot describe the experience. His voice is like liquid gold or perhaps Viagra. It just caresses the soul, vibrates your Being. He was like a puppeteer for my emotions with each song he sung. It was like I was in Leonard's sea, riding with the waves. Tonight I experienced hope, lust, love, desire, sadness and even understood faith in a higher power. All I had to do was close my eyes and I was transfixed by his ethereal voice and of course his band.
The show was beyond phenomenal. Pity those who left after he first skipped off stage. They missed an amazing encore. He played at least seven more songs. He skipped off stage a few times and each time he returned the audience would roar with applause. I loved how he gave so much respect to not only the musicians that make his band, but the technicians as well.
Each musician added so much dimension to the songs. The woodwind player was like icing a cake. Nice and smooth, dripping with deliciousness and guilty pleasure. The mandolin was nice and dreamy. The bass player added soul to the music. The singers gave it breath and the drummer brought it all together, giving the music life.
03 April 2009
Love is
There is nothing like hearing the words "I love you" for the first time. Whether it be from your lover or your children. I still remember the first time Fred proclaimed his love to me. It was Halloween 2000. Kidless, we partied our asses off. Well I did at least and Fred took care of me. Laying in bed, Fred whispered his love for me. In my drunken state, I still knew how serious it was. I uttered back the words. The next day, Fred asked if I still meant it. Of course I did! I love him! I do!
Fast forward today. Bodhi isn't much of a talker, unlike his sister. He is a boy of very little words. The least words the better. He has always been the cut to the chase type kid. Even when nursing. He would latch on get what he wanted and delatch. Often time he would even push my face away so I wouldn't watch him nurse. It was always about food until recently. Now I think he enjoys the cuddle time. When it came to food meals, he would yell and bang his hands until he got his food. As soon as he was done he was ready to get down from that chair. Nana and I would often joke that his date better be ready when he came to pick her up for dinner, and no small talk!
He has a handful of words: banana, mama, dada, duck (his favorite word), hi, bye, truck and maybe a few more words. Honestly, Bodhi has no motivation to talk. If he wants something, he will get it himself, which causes me more annoyances than convenience (which reminds me, we need to buy a lock for the fridge).
I keep hoping that Bodhi is just holding all his words inside. One day he will speak in full paragraphs. Bodhi didn't utter any sentences. No two worded sentences such as "more juice", "more please", or "want food." . You bet my heart melted when his first sentence to me was, "I love you, mommy," two days ago. This coming from the boy who choose to grunt and gesture until he gives up and just gets the thing himself.
No matter how many times I hear the phrase, it still melts my heart, whether it be from Fred, Desmina, and now Bodhi.
Happy Love Thursday
Fast forward today. Bodhi isn't much of a talker, unlike his sister. He is a boy of very little words. The least words the better. He has always been the cut to the chase type kid. Even when nursing. He would latch on get what he wanted and delatch. Often time he would even push my face away so I wouldn't watch him nurse. It was always about food until recently. Now I think he enjoys the cuddle time. When it came to food meals, he would yell and bang his hands until he got his food. As soon as he was done he was ready to get down from that chair. Nana and I would often joke that his date better be ready when he came to pick her up for dinner, and no small talk!
He has a handful of words: banana, mama, dada, duck (his favorite word), hi, bye, truck and maybe a few more words. Honestly, Bodhi has no motivation to talk. If he wants something, he will get it himself, which causes me more annoyances than convenience (which reminds me, we need to buy a lock for the fridge).
I keep hoping that Bodhi is just holding all his words inside. One day he will speak in full paragraphs. Bodhi didn't utter any sentences. No two worded sentences such as "more juice", "more please", or "want food." . You bet my heart melted when his first sentence to me was, "I love you, mommy," two days ago. This coming from the boy who choose to grunt and gesture until he gives up and just gets the thing himself.
No matter how many times I hear the phrase, it still melts my heart, whether it be from Fred, Desmina, and now Bodhi.
Happy Love Thursday
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