Soooooo cute ... to me.
Friday, July 20, 2012
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
GQ
You haven't had a GQ moment for a long time. Here you are, a bit under the weather, on your UPSTART Preschool graduation day.
Shirt: Pattern: Ottobre 3/2012 #19
Fabric: Joel Dewberry "Modern Meadow" JD37 Honeycomb Pink quilting cotton $6.00
Pants: Pattern: Ottobre 3/2012 #20
Fabric: JoAnn Fabrics, poly-cotton linen look blend, $6.00
Belt: BabyGap gift wrap ribbon, re-purposed, $0.00
Shoes: Gap ~$14.00
Friday, May 18, 2012
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Love notes
Before Quiet Time, Marcelo asked me to write "I love you" on a piece of paper. After Quiet Time, he gave me this note. (The spelling at the bottom is entirely his own. I don't want to correct it because "Fum" is so much cuter than "From" anyway!)
Ray's jealous comment -"Look, he drew you butt's."
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Other important questions
"Mommy, is the earth under the world?"
Wow, that was perplexing. OK, maybe not so much. I quickly cleared my overly philosophical mind and clarified that they were one and the same.
"Mommy, if the earth is [in fact] round, when you travel to the edge, why don't we fall into the sky?"
Ah ha! "into the sky". Yes, very good point my smart boy.
Gravity, etc, etc........
"What is in the earth?"
OK, here. I have a wonderful book full of pictures you can look at.
The important question
Marcelo has a strong propensity towards fantasy. He is at that age, after all, of magical thinking. But, his thinking up until recently, seems to have been almost entirely of the magical kind. I admit he was probably too young to watch Wonka and the Chocolate Factory at three. He's still suffering from some residual magical thinking that sends him into a panic whenever someone is about to put purple gum in their mouth or any other unfamiliar, brightly colored confection.
In the past year, we've had two pets pass away. He wasn't terribly close to them due to his allergies which prevented him from petting and playing with them. Nevertheless, I made sure to include the kids in a small burial ceremony on the side yard to see that they understood what had happened and be able to say their goodbyes. This has been his only real experience with death.
It's been a little while since our dog, Dudi passed away from old age, but a couple of weeks ago, while driving Sofia to school, we passed a cemetery, and Marcelo says to me, "Mommy, I don't want to die". A shock of terror struck me at hearing these words outside of myself from a piece of myself. The ultimate existential crisis. I tried to not let myself fall in the pit of hopeless sorrow that would naturally be the given course for an existentialist. So my next thought was to be glad that he had at this young age, recognized that dying sucks and that he was not on board with that. There was some relief in seeing him come to this conclusion. Although, oblivion may be a blessing in disguise, it naturally causes a small degree of worry in me too. Sofia has never expressed any concern about the prospect of dying. Sofia requested that she be buried with blanket and Guy in a grave next to Nike and Dudi. A person in my position has a hard time with this. But this state causes a problem. It is ultimately worse on one's mental health to be as fully aware of death as I am so it's also not a point of view or state of mind, I should say, I would ever want to pass on [inflict] on my own children.
So I told him that it was OK to feel this way and that in fact, it is good to feel this way because it showed that he has a good survival instinct. And that it makes sense for everyone to feel this way, because that makes us cautious about our lives and ensures that we get to live for as long as we can. I thought I did OK with this trial and hadn't caused any undo existential damage to him.
A few weeks later, we drive past another cemetery and he thoughtfully utters the same words to me. More existential angst courses through me. His words have meaning. His words have thoughts. I know that thought won't leave him now. How young was I when I had this thought. I don't know. I think it snuck up on me much later in life. I tried another route which is one that does nothing for me and did not feel as genuine coming out of my mouth as the other discourse about survival. Everything dies. It's the natural course of things. The cycle of life. At least when I grow old and pass on, you, who are a part of me will still be here. You will live on. And when you grow old and it's time for you to pass on, you will have children that will live on.
Maybe, he is to be the most like me. I don't know if I should be happy or sad.
In the past year, we've had two pets pass away. He wasn't terribly close to them due to his allergies which prevented him from petting and playing with them. Nevertheless, I made sure to include the kids in a small burial ceremony on the side yard to see that they understood what had happened and be able to say their goodbyes. This has been his only real experience with death.
It's been a little while since our dog, Dudi passed away from old age, but a couple of weeks ago, while driving Sofia to school, we passed a cemetery, and Marcelo says to me, "Mommy, I don't want to die". A shock of terror struck me at hearing these words outside of myself from a piece of myself. The ultimate existential crisis. I tried to not let myself fall in the pit of hopeless sorrow that would naturally be the given course for an existentialist. So my next thought was to be glad that he had at this young age, recognized that dying sucks and that he was not on board with that. There was some relief in seeing him come to this conclusion. Although, oblivion may be a blessing in disguise, it naturally causes a small degree of worry in me too. Sofia has never expressed any concern about the prospect of dying. Sofia requested that she be buried with blanket and Guy in a grave next to Nike and Dudi. A person in my position has a hard time with this. But this state causes a problem. It is ultimately worse on one's mental health to be as fully aware of death as I am so it's also not a point of view or state of mind, I should say, I would ever want to pass on [inflict] on my own children.
So I told him that it was OK to feel this way and that in fact, it is good to feel this way because it showed that he has a good survival instinct. And that it makes sense for everyone to feel this way, because that makes us cautious about our lives and ensures that we get to live for as long as we can. I thought I did OK with this trial and hadn't caused any undo existential damage to him.
A few weeks later, we drive past another cemetery and he thoughtfully utters the same words to me. More existential angst courses through me. His words have meaning. His words have thoughts. I know that thought won't leave him now. How young was I when I had this thought. I don't know. I think it snuck up on me much later in life. I tried another route which is one that does nothing for me and did not feel as genuine coming out of my mouth as the other discourse about survival. Everything dies. It's the natural course of things. The cycle of life. At least when I grow old and pass on, you, who are a part of me will still be here. You will live on. And when you grow old and it's time for you to pass on, you will have children that will live on.
Maybe, he is to be the most like me. I don't know if I should be happy or sad.
Thursday, April 26, 2012
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