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Friday, February 03, 2006
Ouch!! For all you, uh, person out there who still checks this blog occasionally (hi Mom!), I guess I ought to start again, if humbly and hesitantly. At least one full year has not elapsed since last posting, thank goodness, although I do marvel at how my standards of success have plummeted down the impossibly steep slope of work/life challenges. So, I will simply assume that anyone foolish enough to wait around for me to post something has already perused in detail the L'Eventail sent out to almost everyone in time for President's Day. Therefore, everyone is up to date and fresh from all the excruciating detail that ten one-column lines about each family member can provide. So I will simply relate two stories about the boys:
About Alejandro: This morning Ale was standing limply in the middle of his room. His legs had woken up before he had, and propelled him out of bed and onto the floor before he had actually gained enough control to realize that he did not want to be there at all. But I was trying to engage him gently in the reality of the cold morning world, so I asked, "Alejandro, did you dream about your nuh nuh (pacifier)?" He looked slowly at me through hooded eyes, then raised his hand by hooking it up at the elbow, then started across the room at me, gaining a small amount of speed in the process. Upon arriving, he allowed the arm to let go and smacked me on the arm. Although it was a brave, if weak, attempt, I could not let the moment pass without a tiny bit of discipline, so I took hold of him by him armpits, and tried to lift him up, then down to the floor to sit on the rug until he realized the error of his ways. That was the opportunity he had apparently sought. With a wail, he flung himself backward onto the rug, and proceeded to howl at the injustice of it all. Javier presenly arrived on the scene of Galen and I regarding Ale with bemusement, and asked what had happened. Ale leapt up and claimed, pointing at me, "Mama throw me to the rug!" Galen was amazed, and a bit impressed at my apparently phenomenal speed, as he had witnessed the whole thing, and must have blinked while I was doing my throwing to the rug bit. I managed to explain the series of events to Javier, who knelt down to Ale and asked him to apologize to me. Ale sniffed, dashed some tears away, then waddled over to me to say, "Mama, I sorry you throw me to the floor!" I thinked he really learned a lesson, don't you?
posted by Dorothy 12:02 AM
