Thursday, March 27, 2008
Shortly after Simon's birthday party, he discovered the joy of biting balloons, so Moz and I found it helpful to take a few pictures. Also, two days ago, he learned how to climb up onto the couch by himself. He's a big boy. We also got him a cheap "Eddie Bauer" brand car seat which sucks horribly and jiggles a lot over every intersection or ant in the road. So, after a week of driving with that, we decided that something a little more stable (preferably a lot more stable) was needed. I went to get a Britax "Latte" model car seat. It's wonderfully secure, and much heavier and simpler to use. Naturally, it cost about 3x what the Eddie Bauer car seat cost, but totally worth the money.
Driving home across the Marquam bridge every day, as I do, I couldn't help but notice that a large stretch of the waterfront was getting bug-bombed. But then I realized it was no bug-bomb. It was the circus. Not the good zebras-and-bears circus, but the French-Canadians-looking-for-errant-rainbows circus. I should add that I hate Cirque du Soleil. I'm sure that it takes a lot of strength and dexterity to perform whatever muscular atrocities they do, but it's not for me. I don't mind if you like it; I used to work with a fellow who bought their soundtrack cds and dvds, and I gave him a very small amount of harassment for doing so. (Fare thee well, Graham, wherever thou might tread) What I hate about Cirque du Soleil is that it's intensely whimsical and people will pay $75 for a ticket to the spectacle. I've had someone tell me that "it's like watching a work of art", to which I say, "No, it's actually watching grown men in glow-in-the-dark Spandex body suits climb all over each other to the sounds of Zamfir and Yanni. They have websites for people who want to watch that, in the dark corners of the internet."
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Is anyone else in futureshock besides me? I just realized that I'm not really comfortable with the fact that we have to call this year "2008". I'm no Luddite; I mean, I embrace technology and science and all that. But I still have a hard time saying "oh, such-and-such, yeah, they were big in the 90's." Then I realize that most of the 90's took place over a decade ago. Plus, it seems that we have yet to agree on a name for this decade. I like to call it "The Aughties", but it hasn't caught on. Finally, it struck me this week that I vividly recall the "Mondale/Ferraro" ticket from the 80's, and how weird it is that that was 24 years ago. How many forgotten presidential bids are stuck in my brain somewhere? I remember Jesse Jackson did a parade down the street near my grade school during his campaign and how somebody (mom, dad, a friend?) told me that he wanted to make America like Communist Russia. So I was scared out of my mind when Reverend Jackson and his supporters paraded down NE Alberta way back when.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Well, it was one year ago today that Simon emerged from hiding, saw his shadow, but decided to stay out and keep us company anyway. It's pretty amazing to think about how much he's grown and changed in his first year.
If you were look at me and my knowledge and abilities of a year ago, then look at me today, I'm basically the same person. I look about the same; I don't think I've learned any new skills whatsoever. I offer the world pretty much the everything I could have offered it a year ago.
But take a look at Simon. A year ago, moments after he was born, my first impression was that he was like a pile of noodles. Granted, he was a pile of noodles that I would gladly stop a bullet for, but he was just all limp and floppy and needed someone else to do everything for him.
Amazingly (although I know this is how it normally happens), he has learned to crawl, walk (with a little help), and take food from the plate into his own mouth to eat. He will call out "Mama", "Dada", "Lolololo" (an approximation of the name of our dog (Lola), "Up", and "Hi". Plus, he loves to listen to music and dance, read through books with us, and carry around an old picture he found of his mother & I. He's got
tons of personality and every day I'm amazed at how much he's grown, how much he will grow, and how much I love him today.
For his first birthday, I'm kind of glad he won't remember it, because I'd hate for him to know that Mommy & Daddy can't really afford much this year. I'm sure it's just a temporary lull in our checking account, but for the past three weeks, we've had to pinch pennies in a way we've never had to before. Not to get too weepy, but we actually had to cash in the penny jar the other day, and it actually made a huge difference to us. So, we won't be going to Sasquatch this year. Nor any other thing which costs money. At least in the foreseeable future. Moz has a new job on the horizon, so pretty soon we'll be back to our life of Riley lifestyle. But today, I'm eating frozen chicken wings and President's Choice Cola for lunch.
The photos at the top of the post were taken about 364 days apart. And since I love looking at my boy, I'll post one more, from about 11 months ago: