My son is officially a genius. He asked me (grunted and pointed) toward the piano today indicating that he wanted to begin composing a masterpiece. A Halloween psycho type thriller, if you will. Since it was Halloween, and since we are very much into the promotion of genius behavior in our home - I promptly placed my "small wonder" (anyone ever watch that show? Vickie the Robot?...but I digress) at the piano bench and lo and behold - the work of art that can only be further described as terribly awesome and awfully wonderful began.
Now you must remember a few things from the director as you watch this short clip of our infant miracle. He is found to be pondering heavily his next steps as he slows his playing to a crawl and puts his head down. Deep in thought and making decisions about his next notes. Then you will see that he teases the camerawoman with a brief but thrilling smile - midway through his performance. Lastly, you will also note that he frequently chooses softer and scarier moments to really spook the bejibbies out of you seconds later when the horrific banging resumes.
Oh, and wait for the drum solo which is 3/4 of the way through. It's worth the whole thing. Seriously - who can have a Halloween Music Masterpiece without drums?
I'm just saying.
Enjoy my prodigy.
October 31, 2008
October 29, 2008
In Which I Lost the Battle of Pink Fluff
Dear CC -
We took our son to Chucky Ch@@se (again, affectionately referred to in our home as the "Chunk a' Cheese"). It was his first trip and I must admit I was looking for you when I walked in the door. I didn't see you. Was it too early? Where were you? I arranged this trip just so you and I could be together....
I finally had to go and ask the Chuck man himself where you were hiding / would you be out / when would that be?!? First he had to make sure he heard me right and then he laughed at me and said you were getting ready to make your appearance on a large chain hanging from the ceiling - and today you were wearing two colors, but I was only interested in one - pink. Laugh at me all you want...bring it out...bring it to mama...that's right...
And suddenly (ok, thirty minutes later) there you were...like a beacon of pink bliss in the night - calling my name and wooing me to your dangling chain and the tiny clip that held you to it. I gently leaned (lunged) over the counter and pointed to the one I wanted (needed) and you came to me....yes, you did. In your pristine plastic bag, making googly eyes at me from your dreamy spun heavenly fluffs.
I had to remind myself that you came at a price. So I paid, willingly, happily. I carried you tenderly to the table and announced it was time to leave. You and I needed to be alone.
And so, in the car while waiting patiently for a husband who had made a quick run into R@dio Shack (again, when is a "shack" ever a good reference?)...we had our moment. You and I. Yes we did. And it was like a reunion of two lost souls. Yes, it was. And then the unthinkable. You left me. I mean, by way of intensely fast consumption and then digestion...you were gone. Sob. I had forgotten since our last meeting how quickly you melt away to nothing. How your large fluffy peaks collapse into tiny pieces of crystals when my fingers hold you. You practically disintegrated in my grasp. Woe. Woe!!
And so it was over. Dagnabbit. Now I have to find a reason to go back to the Chunk a' Cheese just so I can meet up with your extended family. We're gonna need a "family" reunion soon. Oh yes, very soon.
With love and deepest affection,
C
We took our son to Chucky Ch@@se (again, affectionately referred to in our home as the "Chunk a' Cheese"). It was his first trip and I must admit I was looking for you when I walked in the door. I didn't see you. Was it too early? Where were you? I arranged this trip just so you and I could be together....
I finally had to go and ask the Chuck man himself where you were hiding / would you be out / when would that be?!? First he had to make sure he heard me right and then he laughed at me and said you were getting ready to make your appearance on a large chain hanging from the ceiling - and today you were wearing two colors, but I was only interested in one - pink. Laugh at me all you want...bring it out...bring it to mama...that's right...
And suddenly (ok, thirty minutes later) there you were...like a beacon of pink bliss in the night - calling my name and wooing me to your dangling chain and the tiny clip that held you to it. I gently leaned (lunged) over the counter and pointed to the one I wanted (needed) and you came to me....yes, you did. In your pristine plastic bag, making googly eyes at me from your dreamy spun heavenly fluffs.
I had to remind myself that you came at a price. So I paid, willingly, happily. I carried you tenderly to the table and announced it was time to leave. You and I needed to be alone.
And so, in the car while waiting patiently for a husband who had made a quick run into R@dio Shack (again, when is a "shack" ever a good reference?)...we had our moment. You and I. Yes we did. And it was like a reunion of two lost souls. Yes, it was. And then the unthinkable. You left me. I mean, by way of intensely fast consumption and then digestion...you were gone. Sob. I had forgotten since our last meeting how quickly you melt away to nothing. How your large fluffy peaks collapse into tiny pieces of crystals when my fingers hold you. You practically disintegrated in my grasp. Woe. Woe!!
And so it was over. Dagnabbit. Now I have to find a reason to go back to the Chunk a' Cheese just so I can meet up with your extended family. We're gonna need a "family" reunion soon. Oh yes, very soon.
With love and deepest affection,
C
October 25, 2008
From the land of the REEEEDICULOUSLY cute...
I'm sorry friends, but we officially have the freaking cutest baby boy E.V.E.R.October 24, 2008
Happy Weekend!
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