Wagging Away
It's been a while since I wrote in my blog... since then, Warren Buffett couldn't bear being second-best and in a grand show two billionaires are betting that philanthropy is the next big thing... I love it... Wish there were more billionaires who felt that "dynastic wealth" is a terrible thing and that rich people's kids should have enough money to do anything but not enough to do nothing... beautiful sentiment if ever there was one!!!
Billionaires apart...my audience of one (ahem! you know who you are) has put forth a suggestion: a weekly update on charming antics of a baby soon to be human being!!! And of course since he calls her "poo" this series is entitled "The adventures of D- Poo!!" The protagonist will do nothing from morn till night except wreak general havoc, be cute when you're ready to wring her neck and generally be a normal 2-year-old although in my fond moments I have her conducting the London Philharmonic... I shall try to be an unbiased narrator of said events but hey! I'm the mom and am allowed some editorial leeway here!!!
Prologue:
All I remember of the supposedly most beautiful moment of my life was woozily (drug-induced haze at a hospital no less) holding a substantial bundle of sheets and a sort of pinkish ball where the head was supposed to be... I was scared I was going to drop it and quickly handed my bundle over to the nurse who was more sure-handed than I was feeling... mmmm beautiful baby moments ahead I thought and settled into my last two nights of peace for the rest of my life....
Chapter one:
Fast forward two-and-a-half years...mostly cos I don't want to bore you with oft repeated details of struggles with diapers (what morons cannot figure out a diaper? esp the prefab ones I used which are so un-eco friendly!!!???)... Also the first year is relatively boring despite what I assure my friends!! hehehe...
The fun starts when they talk... and talk Poo does!! Living in Santa Cruz CA gives one a certain appreciation for the "dude' origins.. surfers and bikers assemble by the hordes and everybody is a six-pack abdomen "dude"(or worse a "dudess") and things are always "gnarly" (as in great, dangerous, freakish, admirable or any adjective you care to think of can be replaced by said word)... However, it takes on a whole new dimension when from the mouth of babes spring the words : "check it out dude"... So, what does one do? Give in to your natural instincts and double up with laughter while her teachers glare at you? Or do the good mommy thing the tell her "That's not the way to talk.." Now I'm all for manners but honestly cute is just cute... And if watching Finding Nemo is an acceptable fact of life so is "check it out dude (quote from aforesaid movie).
And so, my labor of love (that phrase is so apt on so many levels!!!) grows on... chanting nonsense songs ("Gabe is in the closet") endlessly and mostly at the top of her voice in a closed room when we're trying to watch TV, or running pell mell in an impossibly small home, and generally being a rich source of entertainment... So in my blog I shall attempt to recapture some amazing moments that make mothers want to have second one!!!Ciao until later...
It's been a while since I wrote in my blog... since then, Warren Buffett couldn't bear being second-best and in a grand show two billionaires are betting that philanthropy is the next big thing... I love it... Wish there were more billionaires who felt that "dynastic wealth" is a terrible thing and that rich people's kids should have enough money to do anything but not enough to do nothing... beautiful sentiment if ever there was one!!!
Billionaires apart...my audience of one (ahem! you know who you are) has put forth a suggestion: a weekly update on charming antics of a baby soon to be human being!!! And of course since he calls her "poo" this series is entitled "The adventures of D- Poo!!" The protagonist will do nothing from morn till night except wreak general havoc, be cute when you're ready to wring her neck and generally be a normal 2-year-old although in my fond moments I have her conducting the London Philharmonic... I shall try to be an unbiased narrator of said events but hey! I'm the mom and am allowed some editorial leeway here!!!
Prologue:
All I remember of the supposedly most beautiful moment of my life was woozily (drug-induced haze at a hospital no less) holding a substantial bundle of sheets and a sort of pinkish ball where the head was supposed to be... I was scared I was going to drop it and quickly handed my bundle over to the nurse who was more sure-handed than I was feeling... mmmm beautiful baby moments ahead I thought and settled into my last two nights of peace for the rest of my life....
Chapter one:
Fast forward two-and-a-half years...mostly cos I don't want to bore you with oft repeated details of struggles with diapers (what morons cannot figure out a diaper? esp the prefab ones I used which are so un-eco friendly!!!???)... Also the first year is relatively boring despite what I assure my friends!! hehehe...
The fun starts when they talk... and talk Poo does!! Living in Santa Cruz CA gives one a certain appreciation for the "dude' origins.. surfers and bikers assemble by the hordes and everybody is a six-pack abdomen "dude"(or worse a "dudess") and things are always "gnarly" (as in great, dangerous, freakish, admirable or any adjective you care to think of can be replaced by said word)... However, it takes on a whole new dimension when from the mouth of babes spring the words : "check it out dude"... So, what does one do? Give in to your natural instincts and double up with laughter while her teachers glare at you? Or do the good mommy thing the tell her "That's not the way to talk.." Now I'm all for manners but honestly cute is just cute... And if watching Finding Nemo is an acceptable fact of life so is "check it out dude (quote from aforesaid movie).
And so, my labor of love (that phrase is so apt on so many levels!!!) grows on... chanting nonsense songs ("Gabe is in the closet") endlessly and mostly at the top of her voice in a closed room when we're trying to watch TV, or running pell mell in an impossibly small home, and generally being a rich source of entertainment... So in my blog I shall attempt to recapture some amazing moments that make mothers want to have second one!!!Ciao until later...
Comments
Anyway... this is a good story idea methinks...You should also post a pic... even perhaps the dance before the mirror thing :)
My god, she sounds adorable...:) and i agree with SP.. post the picz..in addition to regular write-up posts.
Hip prudester, I shall leave comments mostly unflattering like I do on S's posts about useless poetry!! hah! You soppy poets need some prosy grounding!!! And I love how I ma dding comments to my own blog!!!