Throw me on the bed
throw me on the couch
dont you worry
iwont flinch or say ouch
lukas is a raging bull
a silly puppy
a flirt
a sweathead
a blonde ball of jibberish mixed with cinnamon and spice
theres no girl way to put it
Friday, December 07, 2007
wow
Mami is it true when you die your spirit comes out again and you die again or do you just die forever?
I'm not really sure Luna, what do you think?
I think if you just die one time and your spirit comes up then you become alive again and you arent died anymore and then you die again, for awhile, like a whole weekend and then your spirit comes out over and over again
Let's pretend Lukas dies and I feelded Lukas' spirit on my shoulder and I said I feel Lukas' spirit and then he comes alive again and I would say "Lukas I feelded your spirit!"
If you died I would feel your spirit was ticklish and I would have to get it out of my way
If papi's spirit came out he would be tickling my hair and that's not very nice and I would shoo him away
Let's say I died and my spirit came up and went over the hills and into my house...
See what I mean, mami?
I think thse are good ideas Luna
I'm not really sure Luna, what do you think?
I think if you just die one time and your spirit comes up then you become alive again and you arent died anymore and then you die again, for awhile, like a whole weekend and then your spirit comes out over and over again
Let's pretend Lukas dies and I feelded Lukas' spirit on my shoulder and I said I feel Lukas' spirit and then he comes alive again and I would say "Lukas I feelded your spirit!"
If you died I would feel your spirit was ticklish and I would have to get it out of my way
If papi's spirit came out he would be tickling my hair and that's not very nice and I would shoo him away
Let's say I died and my spirit came up and went over the hills and into my house...
See what I mean, mami?
I think thse are good ideas Luna
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Back to School
Luna's at "Big School" now.
Although she's only 4 (and 1/2)and in pre-k, she now has the opportunity to potentially rub elbows with prepubescent kids in the stairway daily. There's a lobby and over 200 kids in the building at all times and lots of adults running around whose name she does not know. This is a far larger than her hippy dippy nursery school on St.Marks with a total enrollment of 35 where anything goes.
I did not anticipate her having any issues with "Big School". Ive always been impressed with her flexibility and adaptability and after a little prepping on my part, I anticipated a smooth transition. And it was. Relatively.
Day one and two were breezes. "I go into the room first", she warned me. But on the morning of day three when Luna started to pack a purse for school with slippers she wanted to wear when she got there and little treasures to show her new buds, I thought better. "I don't think you'll be able to wear your slippers luna" i said. "And I think we better leave your purse here at home." Luna looked at me incredulously, shocked by the suggestion. "well ok, let's take them but we have to ask yourteachers when we get there if it's ok".
Sure enough,when we arrive Luna confidently marches to her cubby and proceeds to take off her shoes and put on her slippers. "Wait, let's ask Caroline - I said and turned to her teacher who was nearby watching. "Well you can bring them to school, but they have to stay in your cubby" she said. "And the purse and treasures too?" I asked. "Yeah, they have to stay in your cubby Luna."
Luna was heartbroken. She started to cry. "But it's not fair" she said. "I just want to be comfortable and wear my slippers". The voice of her St.Marks teachers echoed. "I don't want to stay".
But she did. After some coaxing, Luna stayed and now we've made it to day eight. The coast is clear. She's happy , likes her teachers and got some friends she enjoys playing with. Luna's 'big school' would hardly be described as a strict place, but it does have a few more operational and structural rules than her former spot. Nap time with shoes on, practice quiet voices in the halls and stairs, less choices at work time. It is warm, but feels more restrained. Big hugs seem to be the exception, not the rule.
Now this first impression may soon change. And I am 100% sure that this is the best place for her now - just because teachers aren't cracking jokes with her day one is not a bad thing. I guess I am just noting the ever so slight introduction of "steadiness" to her schoolday routine - the undercurrent of seriousness about her daily activities that is new. She really is getting to be a big girl.
Although she's only 4 (and 1/2)and in pre-k, she now has the opportunity to potentially rub elbows with prepubescent kids in the stairway daily. There's a lobby and over 200 kids in the building at all times and lots of adults running around whose name she does not know. This is a far larger than her hippy dippy nursery school on St.Marks with a total enrollment of 35 where anything goes.
I did not anticipate her having any issues with "Big School". Ive always been impressed with her flexibility and adaptability and after a little prepping on my part, I anticipated a smooth transition. And it was. Relatively.
Day one and two were breezes. "I go into the room first", she warned me. But on the morning of day three when Luna started to pack a purse for school with slippers she wanted to wear when she got there and little treasures to show her new buds, I thought better. "I don't think you'll be able to wear your slippers luna" i said. "And I think we better leave your purse here at home." Luna looked at me incredulously, shocked by the suggestion. "well ok, let's take them but we have to ask yourteachers when we get there if it's ok".
Sure enough,when we arrive Luna confidently marches to her cubby and proceeds to take off her shoes and put on her slippers. "Wait, let's ask Caroline - I said and turned to her teacher who was nearby watching. "Well you can bring them to school, but they have to stay in your cubby" she said. "And the purse and treasures too?" I asked. "Yeah, they have to stay in your cubby Luna."
Luna was heartbroken. She started to cry. "But it's not fair" she said. "I just want to be comfortable and wear my slippers". The voice of her St.Marks teachers echoed. "I don't want to stay".
But she did. After some coaxing, Luna stayed and now we've made it to day eight. The coast is clear. She's happy , likes her teachers and got some friends she enjoys playing with. Luna's 'big school' would hardly be described as a strict place, but it does have a few more operational and structural rules than her former spot. Nap time with shoes on, practice quiet voices in the halls and stairs, less choices at work time. It is warm, but feels more restrained. Big hugs seem to be the exception, not the rule.
Now this first impression may soon change. And I am 100% sure that this is the best place for her now - just because teachers aren't cracking jokes with her day one is not a bad thing. I guess I am just noting the ever so slight introduction of "steadiness" to her schoolday routine - the undercurrent of seriousness about her daily activities that is new. She really is getting to be a big girl.
Spontaneous
gracias papa
por esta comida que tu hiciste para la cena
te amo
gracias por mia y mila y leila, mis primas
y gracias por la comida que papa hizo
y todo el mundo
y quiero que me des muchos candies
amen
One of the relics of Luna having spent the first three years of her life with a Very religious babysitter is her call to prayer before meals. Often when we sit at the table together for a meal she will extend her arms, reach for hands, look around the table and ask with her - "who's going to say it?" At which point Pablo or I may volunteer, but it's always sweeter when she does...
por esta comida que tu hiciste para la cena
te amo
gracias por mia y mila y leila, mis primas
y gracias por la comida que papa hizo
y todo el mundo
y quiero que me des muchos candies
amen
One of the relics of Luna having spent the first three years of her life with a Very religious babysitter is her call to prayer before meals. Often when we sit at the table together for a meal she will extend her arms, reach for hands, look around the table and ask with her - "who's going to say it?" At which point Pablo or I may volunteer, but it's always sweeter when she does...
Monday, July 30, 2007
or i'll just write'n my blog... ;)
theres a ton of books being written these days my mothers about their experiences as mommies
apparently no one is buying then
i'll tell you why.
we have plenty of mommys at the playground or on the street validating our ambivalent mommy feelings that it seems pointless to read in prose
to hear someone else complain about not sleeping? or complain in a book about the things we might like to complain about but don't want to say out loud?
Or to read about someone else spending 10 minutes watching their child sleep because they can't pull themselves from the magnetic angel theyve birthed?
we know the song and dance...there are very few new revalations
this project called Motherhood
is my day to day
consumes most of my thoughts anyway
and so
if i do a have a minue to sit down and pick up something to read,
id rather read The Times.
apparently no one is buying then
i'll tell you why.
we have plenty of mommys at the playground or on the street validating our ambivalent mommy feelings that it seems pointless to read in prose
to hear someone else complain about not sleeping? or complain in a book about the things we might like to complain about but don't want to say out loud?
Or to read about someone else spending 10 minutes watching their child sleep because they can't pull themselves from the magnetic angel theyve birthed?
we know the song and dance...there are very few new revalations
this project called Motherhood
is my day to day
consumes most of my thoughts anyway
and so
if i do a have a minue to sit down and pick up something to read,
id rather read The Times.
Monday, June 18, 2007
Abandon
Big up to the most gorgeous baby west of 7th street, Ms. Uma (babyuma.blogspot) - I'm back on the blog front!!!
and sho' to be takin inspiration from your moms'
the most dedicated blogga ever
what follows are bits and pieces of little things ive drafted that've been sitting in the draft folder way too long:
Luna said recently "mommy i wish you were a little girl and you could come to school and play with me all day" in the sweetest damn voice lookin up at me with her Bambi eyes and all i wanted to say was "yes i wish i could be a little girl like you too baby"
at close to 4 1/2 luna seems to be going through the adolescence of ealy childhood...theres the peers and theres the parents. one minute she's changing into a dress because she wants to "match Julia", or she wants me to leave her alone because she "needs privacy", the next she's begging me to rest my head or her pillow and stay with her until she falls asleep or looking for my smile when she's dunked her head in the pool for the first time. i sense her push and pull , and go with the flow beinning to feel nostalgic for just a year ago when she seemed lightyears younger and less independent
and my little luks?
my little adorable swedish son? i could have left him at the petting zoo for days thrusting fistfuls of feed at the goats and sheep
bracing myself everytime at his abandon
lack of fear in the slightest
and let me tell you that yould think the alpaca would look like the craziest creature ever when your 18 months
but little lukas was just freakin out at the animals everywhere
trying to pet them
(or pull their tails)
lukas doesnt walk
he runs
hes always ran
its been about 8 months now that his little torso is being propelled forward
somethin about his build makes it s that his center of gravity seems lower and he just
takes off
the second hes out of the stroller
hes off
running
and falling
and pointing
and yelling
"mire this and mire that or "mami, mire this and mami mire that"
stumbling
and running running
not looking back
luna nd lukas were taking a bath the oher day with their friend Lucian
(yes, the L possee)
having a glorious time
lukas filling and dumping and refilling an empty botte of shampoo
Lucian and Lukas taking turns spraing each other with the detachable handheld shower head... i swear luna would just lean back and lucian would spray her body
it was this pure moment of abandon as he wet her like cleopatra in the nile
and i prayed she would always be as secure
and hang-up free
and sho' to be takin inspiration from your moms'
the most dedicated blogga ever
what follows are bits and pieces of little things ive drafted that've been sitting in the draft folder way too long:
Luna said recently "mommy i wish you were a little girl and you could come to school and play with me all day" in the sweetest damn voice lookin up at me with her Bambi eyes and all i wanted to say was "yes i wish i could be a little girl like you too baby"
at close to 4 1/2 luna seems to be going through the adolescence of ealy childhood...theres the peers and theres the parents. one minute she's changing into a dress because she wants to "match Julia", or she wants me to leave her alone because she "needs privacy", the next she's begging me to rest my head or her pillow and stay with her until she falls asleep or looking for my smile when she's dunked her head in the pool for the first time. i sense her push and pull , and go with the flow beinning to feel nostalgic for just a year ago when she seemed lightyears younger and less independent
and my little luks?
my little adorable swedish son? i could have left him at the petting zoo for days thrusting fistfuls of feed at the goats and sheep
bracing myself everytime at his abandon
lack of fear in the slightest
and let me tell you that yould think the alpaca would look like the craziest creature ever when your 18 months
but little lukas was just freakin out at the animals everywhere
trying to pet them
(or pull their tails)
lukas doesnt walk
he runs
hes always ran
its been about 8 months now that his little torso is being propelled forward
somethin about his build makes it s that his center of gravity seems lower and he just
takes off
the second hes out of the stroller
hes off
running
and falling
and pointing
and yelling
"mire this and mire that or "mami, mire this and mami mire that"
stumbling
and running running
not looking back
luna nd lukas were taking a bath the oher day with their friend Lucian
(yes, the L possee)
having a glorious time
lukas filling and dumping and refilling an empty botte of shampoo
Lucian and Lukas taking turns spraing each other with the detachable handheld shower head... i swear luna would just lean back and lucian would spray her body
it was this pure moment of abandon as he wet her like cleopatra in the nile
and i prayed she would always be as secure
and hang-up free
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Manorexic
Lukas has a fabulous diet. Bananas, grapes, yogurt, bread,cream cheese and the occasional spinach pie. Let's not gorget his favorite: potato chips and popcorn.Somehow he still manages to pick up large heavy things that would make you gasp in surprise, like dumbells.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
it's the thought that counts
Luna turned the big 4 today. Somewhat anti-climactic for her, as I expcted it to be. Just like last year, Luna has a hard time understanding what a birthday without the party. So when she went to sleep last night I reminded her that tomorrow was going to be her birthday , but Saturday was going to be her birthday party. Ok she said.
And so this morning she got up and we all wished her a happy birthday and she seemed mildly confused and then I brought her to school in a craze because Pablo woke up sick as a dog and couldnt do the kid routine so i was running around trying to get them ready and drop them off befor going to work late, To make a long story short I drop her off at school, and she looks like a raggedy mess, with no special birthday outfit or bows in her hair or even lunch in her bag. Not that she seems to notice.
But
I'm at work all morning thinkin bout what a bad mommy I am and how could i send her to school like a scrub when it's the only time she's going to turn 4 ever and i need to get her some lunch somehow
and so
I jet out of work at noon
and cab across town
run into a pizzeria
grab her a cold slice and then scavenge through a bodega
thinkin bout
what could I possibly bring to her class to hook it up birthday style
and damnit why didnt i bake her cupcakes the night before or something like all the other mommies out there
( i was takin care of sick household the night before, but anyway)
so thats when I see an entenmann's chocolate cake
for $4.69
just like the kind my dad would sometimes buy at the Entenmanns outlet by my house as a kid. the place where they sold three day old cakes for a dollar.
and i ran to her school, stormed up the stairs, had her teacher tell me "it's 12:15. lunch started at 12:00. she's starving."
i scowl and apologize and luna seems so delighted to see me
and i just love that
next comes hiding in the corner and lighting the cuatro candles
and her grinning and bashful all at once
we sang happy birthday
and gave out the chocolate topped yums
it was good
Then Luna asked - but where are all the goody bags?????
And so this morning she got up and we all wished her a happy birthday and she seemed mildly confused and then I brought her to school in a craze because Pablo woke up sick as a dog and couldnt do the kid routine so i was running around trying to get them ready and drop them off befor going to work late, To make a long story short I drop her off at school, and she looks like a raggedy mess, with no special birthday outfit or bows in her hair or even lunch in her bag. Not that she seems to notice.
But
I'm at work all morning thinkin bout what a bad mommy I am and how could i send her to school like a scrub when it's the only time she's going to turn 4 ever and i need to get her some lunch somehow
and so
I jet out of work at noon
and cab across town
run into a pizzeria
grab her a cold slice and then scavenge through a bodega
thinkin bout
what could I possibly bring to her class to hook it up birthday style
and damnit why didnt i bake her cupcakes the night before or something like all the other mommies out there
( i was takin care of sick household the night before, but anyway)
so thats when I see an entenmann's chocolate cake
for $4.69
just like the kind my dad would sometimes buy at the Entenmanns outlet by my house as a kid. the place where they sold three day old cakes for a dollar.
and i ran to her school, stormed up the stairs, had her teacher tell me "it's 12:15. lunch started at 12:00. she's starving."
i scowl and apologize and luna seems so delighted to see me
and i just love that
next comes hiding in the corner and lighting the cuatro candles
and her grinning and bashful all at once
we sang happy birthday
and gave out the chocolate topped yums
it was good
Then Luna asked - but where are all the goody bags?????
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Fotos
So it's just way too much for me to put the photos of the babies up on the blog (at least right now), but since I have gotten a bunch of requests for pics of the little ones, bookmark this flickr site and you can chek them there every now and again when I load up new ones
love
moi
http://www.flickr.com/photos/mamairene/sets/
love
moi
http://www.flickr.com/photos/mamairene/sets/
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Recent fabulous quotes from Luni Tunes
"Where did you go yesterday?"
I went to a wedding. My friend Johnita got married.
"I want to get married"
You want to get married? Why?
"I want to wear the dress....."
Do you know what it means when you get married?
Head shakes no
It means when two people promise they want to be together forever, like abuelito and abuelita.
"Are you married with papi?"
No, but we''re almost like we're married. I rattle off alist of other couples that are married.
"I'm going to marry Lukas! We are going to be together forever!!"
Arguement over wearing a hat in the cold. She is on her scooter. Luna really does not want to wear it and begins to cry.
What's the big deal I ask? Why can't you just wear your hat?
"I want to feel the wind in my hair Mami!!! I want to feel the wind in my hair!!!!"
I went to a wedding. My friend Johnita got married.
"I want to get married"
You want to get married? Why?
"I want to wear the dress....."
Do you know what it means when you get married?
Head shakes no
It means when two people promise they want to be together forever, like abuelito and abuelita.
"Are you married with papi?"
No, but we''re almost like we're married. I rattle off alist of other couples that are married.
"I'm going to marry Lukas! We are going to be together forever!!"
Arguement over wearing a hat in the cold. She is on her scooter. Luna really does not want to wear it and begins to cry.
What's the big deal I ask? Why can't you just wear your hat?
"I want to feel the wind in my hair Mami!!! I want to feel the wind in my hair!!!!"
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