So this happened awhile ago, but I wrote it and saved it on a scrap of paper that I just came across...
The setting: Luna and I are at the BAM Martin Luther King celebration . We are sitting in the auditorium. On the stage is a huge ginormous image of Dr. King that serves as a backdrop for the speakers and musicians. Luna is sitting intently looking at it all, squinting. Finally she says, "Martin Luther King doesn't look like a king mama." I brace myself. Oh no, please don't let some kind of crazy ass f*cked up stuff come out your mouth that you internalized from who knows where, I think. "No?", I ask ever so nonchalantly,"Why not?" "He's not wearing a crown, mama. How come he doesn't have a crown?" Thoughts of creating a Basquiat-inspired crowned Martin flashed before my eyes and I smiled. Or maybe the opening lines to a future spoken word.
"It's not that cold today, mama. Do I have to wear my coat? Can't I just wear my life jacket?" Sure, Luna you can wear the vest.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
BammBamm
We may just have to be the Flintstones this Halloween
Lukas is full-on Bamm Bamm, what with his blond Dutch boy bob and
superpower strength that belies his age.
Like the cartoon toddler, Lukas often yells for the sheer joy of it while pounding the floor with drumsticks, hammers,dinosaurs,(yes all handy items).In the process he will either shake the room hes in or have us crack up at the contrast of it all. Whether it's rearranging furniture, or doing chin-ups at the monkey bars, they are all feats of Lukas Leon.
Lukas is also really into wearing Lunas old dinosaur/dragon costume and running around growling and roaring at us. And how could I forget to mention his ever penchant for night-time suckling in the most carnal way possible
Lukas is full-on Bamm Bamm, what with his blond Dutch boy bob and
superpower strength that belies his age.
Like the cartoon toddler, Lukas often yells for the sheer joy of it while pounding the floor with drumsticks, hammers,dinosaurs,(yes all handy items).In the process he will either shake the room hes in or have us crack up at the contrast of it all. Whether it's rearranging furniture, or doing chin-ups at the monkey bars, they are all feats of Lukas Leon.
Lukas is also really into wearing Lunas old dinosaur/dragon costume and running around growling and roaring at us. And how could I forget to mention his ever penchant for night-time suckling in the most carnal way possible
Lukas- The Profile
What can i say about my little boy these days except I think I need to move his middle name Leon to first name status?
He does roar on a regular basis, you know.
I have no idea how it started, but every now and again, Lukas Leon is apt to belt out a Lion King roar at another toddler touching his things. This strategy works very well in fending off a few of his buddies- no wonder he keeps it up. Besides his feral proclivities, Lukas is confident, active, and sometimes called "she" by folks due to his long hair. He loves animals and making animal noises, especially those of sheep, cows, pigs, horses and cats. He repeats everything Luna does and wants all day long- except the neveverending desire to dive from the armrest into the couch. That's all him.
He is a fan of yogurt and saltines, and pizza. Exclusively.
He is talking up a storm and still wakes up in the middle of the night. Every night. Hence, the three am emails you may receive from me.
He does roar on a regular basis, you know.
I have no idea how it started, but every now and again, Lukas Leon is apt to belt out a Lion King roar at another toddler touching his things. This strategy works very well in fending off a few of his buddies- no wonder he keeps it up. Besides his feral proclivities, Lukas is confident, active, and sometimes called "she" by folks due to his long hair. He loves animals and making animal noises, especially those of sheep, cows, pigs, horses and cats. He repeats everything Luna does and wants all day long- except the neveverending desire to dive from the armrest into the couch. That's all him.
He is a fan of yogurt and saltines, and pizza. Exclusively.
He is talking up a storm and still wakes up in the middle of the night. Every night. Hence, the three am emails you may receive from me.
Monday, January 07, 2008
Kid art
It is so hard for me to part with Luna or Lukas' artwork. the scribbled scraps of paper or labored chorus of hearts sing of an overflowing creative energy
to lack the responsibilities of grown-ups
the nonsense of maturity and seriousness
it is no wonder hey are so happy speeding so much time channeling artistic expression
part of me saves so much because in my heart i know the days of multitude of drawings will grow dimmer and although their creative spirit will surely manifest itself in other ways, right now i'm just loving seeing it visually in front of me.
maybe it is only the doodles a mother could love, but i am their mother
damn it
;)
to lack the responsibilities of grown-ups
the nonsense of maturity and seriousness
it is no wonder hey are so happy speeding so much time channeling artistic expression
part of me saves so much because in my heart i know the days of multitude of drawings will grow dimmer and although their creative spirit will surely manifest itself in other ways, right now i'm just loving seeing it visually in front of me.
maybe it is only the doodles a mother could love, but i am their mother
damn it
;)
Bad grammar
I really can't bear to correct them when they make mistakes
I know Luna won't be saying I liked-ed this or I liked-ed that at thirty
and Lukas won't be saying I want casa neither
so for now it's just too damn cute to hear them mix it all-up
the waiters (meaning flight attendants) on the plane who needed to bring us earmuffs(meaning headsets)
maybe it is because i am such a linguistics lover that i love it so much
the made up vocabulary
the spanglish
the grammar
or lack thereof
walkin poetics.
I know Luna won't be saying I liked-ed this or I liked-ed that at thirty
and Lukas won't be saying I want casa neither
so for now it's just too damn cute to hear them mix it all-up
the waiters (meaning flight attendants) on the plane who needed to bring us earmuffs(meaning headsets)
maybe it is because i am such a linguistics lover that i love it so much
the made up vocabulary
the spanglish
the grammar
or lack thereof
walkin poetics.
Friday, December 07, 2007
Unbridled kinetic enthusiasm
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
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
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!!!!"
Monday, November 27, 2006
Eavesdropping
The scene:
I'm on the computer in the soon-to-be hooked up den/office/spillover kids room. Luna and Lukas rae occupying themselves for the time being in her room. Luna seems to be mostly talking to herself and her friendsat school that she imagines to be there with her. She seems to be negotiating sharing her sandwich(also imaginary ) with them. She is also using big grown-up scissors to cut pieces o f packing tape that i think she's using to make/tape some papers together. Lukas is quietly pulling most things off her shelves and tossing them on the floor. Lukas starts to grunt at her.
Luna interrupts her monologue, turns to him , and says, "Si, lukas yo me llamo Luna. Muy bien Lukas. Yo me llamo Luna." She then turns back around and continues talking with herself.
I'm on the computer in the soon-to-be hooked up den/office/spillover kids room. Luna and Lukas rae occupying themselves for the time being in her room. Luna seems to be mostly talking to herself and her friendsat school that she imagines to be there with her. She seems to be negotiating sharing her sandwich(also imaginary ) with them. She is also using big grown-up scissors to cut pieces o f packing tape that i think she's using to make/tape some papers together. Lukas is quietly pulling most things off her shelves and tossing them on the floor. Lukas starts to grunt at her.
Luna interrupts her monologue, turns to him , and says, "Si, lukas yo me llamo Luna. Muy bien Lukas. Yo me llamo Luna." She then turns back around and continues talking with herself.
Quote of the Day
In the backseat, out of the blue, Luna says:
" Mama, Irene is like mama como Luna is like Moon, right?"
Luna's first analogy.
" Mama, Irene is like mama como Luna is like Moon, right?"
Luna's first analogy.
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
the juggling has officially begun
lukas is now 9 months old and its been harder for me to write since i went back to work
it seems kinda crazy since its only twice a week but it really does add chaos into the mix
the juggling has officially begun
Lukas is a freakin delight
his top three teeth just bared themselves to us this week
today he stood for a second without holding onto anything
and even though he still seems to be the pickiest eating 9 month older at the thompkins sqaure park playground
my mom did get him to eat a lentil today
see it must the Spanish cooking
he doesnt want that gerber bottled crap i buy
i supppose i gotta sautee him up some food mixed with love
maybe hen he'll put on some weight
pablo and i did our first pre-k tour yesterday at a local public school
it was ok - didnt love it , didnt hate it--if luna went there itd be fine i suppose
weird thing was that the school is 53% black and latino and the overwhelming majority of the folks on the tour were white....did that have to do with the fact that the tour was at 9 and parents would have to potentially go late to work to tour and some people can afford to miss work and some cant? i dunno....then the parent coordinator who gave the tour ws PuertoRican but a white father from the school volunteered to "help" out and accompanied u son the tour and chimd in and helped give answers to questions parents asked...i noticed none of the other white led tours seemed to have similar "volunteers"...... i dunno, but it definetley had me thinking about the racial politics and choices in my daugters upcoming education...too many things to figure out
luna is as wonderful as can be..she is very busy writing these days. love stiny little notepads where she writes rows of the letter L or O and then translates the messages for me.
shes my little squirrel, her toys are like acorns that she carries around the house with her..i find them hidden behind cereal boxes, in my bedside drawers, next to my toothpaste...wrapped in toilet paper, napkins, covered with tape - these are her treasures. A found seed. A special pen. An envelope discarded.
it seems kinda crazy since its only twice a week but it really does add chaos into the mix
the juggling has officially begun
Lukas is a freakin delight
his top three teeth just bared themselves to us this week
today he stood for a second without holding onto anything
and even though he still seems to be the pickiest eating 9 month older at the thompkins sqaure park playground
my mom did get him to eat a lentil today
see it must the Spanish cooking
he doesnt want that gerber bottled crap i buy
i supppose i gotta sautee him up some food mixed with love
maybe hen he'll put on some weight
pablo and i did our first pre-k tour yesterday at a local public school
it was ok - didnt love it , didnt hate it--if luna went there itd be fine i suppose
weird thing was that the school is 53% black and latino and the overwhelming majority of the folks on the tour were white....did that have to do with the fact that the tour was at 9 and parents would have to potentially go late to work to tour and some people can afford to miss work and some cant? i dunno....then the parent coordinator who gave the tour ws PuertoRican but a white father from the school volunteered to "help" out and accompanied u son the tour and chimd in and helped give answers to questions parents asked...i noticed none of the other white led tours seemed to have similar "volunteers"...... i dunno, but it definetley had me thinking about the racial politics and choices in my daugters upcoming education...too many things to figure out
luna is as wonderful as can be..she is very busy writing these days. love stiny little notepads where she writes rows of the letter L or O and then translates the messages for me.
shes my little squirrel, her toys are like acorns that she carries around the house with her..i find them hidden behind cereal boxes, in my bedside drawers, next to my toothpaste...wrapped in toilet paper, napkins, covered with tape - these are her treasures. A found seed. A special pen. An envelope discarded.
Monday, August 21, 2006
New on the kiddie front
Lukas turned 7 months today. Still offically refusing the bottle so next week when I'm back at work will not be fun at all for Titi , his babysitter. tried baby food again today after a brief stint in Germany and then a two week hiatus. The peaches and bananas were a huge hit ,the avocado and zucchini made him gag and vomit. I'm really hoping he's not going to be a picky eater , but i have a slight premonition he might be. Maybe he just has a sweet tooth.
his favorite thing to do these days is crawl around and sample everything with his mouth. we especially need to be on shoe alert since that seems to be his number one attraction. WE.ve been keeping them in a box by the door that Luna will cover when she sees him crawl in their direction. He also likes to stand by the stove and watch the action.
Luna is just three going on thirty. She's reminding me all day of things I need to do, groceries we need to buy, and the laundry we need to pick up. Can you tell I've been doing my thinking aloud around her? She's also super into writing. She has a zillion little notebooks and pencils or markers and she imitates me making lists of things . She's always asking me what are you writing mama? She gets so excited when she recognizes a letter of the alphabet or spots a letter in her name in a different word. Lately she's really been into playing with her dolls. She'll play by herself- I hear her cooking for them, reading books to them, putting them to sleep, caring for them when theyre sick. It is so damn precious. Delicious. And in the past two months she's started to pick out her clothes. THat's another new development.Scrumptious.
his favorite thing to do these days is crawl around and sample everything with his mouth. we especially need to be on shoe alert since that seems to be his number one attraction. WE.ve been keeping them in a box by the door that Luna will cover when she sees him crawl in their direction. He also likes to stand by the stove and watch the action.
Luna is just three going on thirty. She's reminding me all day of things I need to do, groceries we need to buy, and the laundry we need to pick up. Can you tell I've been doing my thinking aloud around her? She's also super into writing. She has a zillion little notebooks and pencils or markers and she imitates me making lists of things . She's always asking me what are you writing mama? She gets so excited when she recognizes a letter of the alphabet or spots a letter in her name in a different word. Lately she's really been into playing with her dolls. She'll play by herself- I hear her cooking for them, reading books to them, putting them to sleep, caring for them when theyre sick. It is so damn precious. Delicious. And in the past two months she's started to pick out her clothes. THat's another new development.Scrumptious.
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