Wednesday, 20th o October 2004
Today was also the day that Jaimito stopped saying Wiederwo (WEE-do-woh) for Superman. Don't ask me where he got it from. but Laura and I delighted for a couple of months while we would ask him to repeat "Superman" and he would concentrate and say distinctly "WEE-do-woh." I'm sad that he's not saying it anymore. Now he says distinctly "Superman." Jaimito, Mommy and Daddy loved your Wiederwo. Can't you indulge us with your cuteness for a little while longer?
Wednesday, 20th o October 2004
Handsomest little man
Jaimito got his first haircut today. What a big boy he was, very serious, very still. Earlier it was all he could talk about though. In fact, he'd been talking about his haircut since this weekend. I had mentioned that I needed to get mine cut, and Laura had offered the idea of taking Jaimito for his first. "It's getting kinda long," she said. Jaimito must've overheard, because he could talk of nothing else. "Daddy, we gonna get 'aircut?"
"Yes little man. We're going to get a haircut." And we got in the car and drove off to the local Army post.
Once we got to Ft. Buchanan, we had to stop and get gas.
"Daddy, an' da 'aircut?" he asked turning his hands palm up and shrugging his shoulders.
"We have to get gas first. We're going to get the haircut soon." And as luck would have it, the gas station didn't accept ATM payment. Sigh - I went to take out cash.
"Daddy? An' now da 'aircut?" he asked again, looking bewildered.
"Soon, Daddy has to get money to pay for the gasolina." Gasoline sounds cuter in Spanish.
"Oh, da 'asolina'" He was satiated. Whatever it was that Daddy said must be okay. Jaimto seemed to be thinking, I don't know really, but he doesn't seem worried why should I be?
We took out money. Daddy pushed the funny buttons, and Jaimito retrieved the cash from the máquina. After he pulled it out, he looked in the slot to see if there was more. Good idea.
We got back in the car and drove once again to the gas station. This was just not going to do. "Daddy! Da 'aircut!" He wrinkled up his nose in an exasperated fashion.
"Just a second, little man. We're going to get our haircuts next. We're going now. Just a second."
And he acquiesced. Okay, Daddy, whatever.
Once we had paid the gas, climbed back in the car, driven over to the PX (where the barber shop was), and dismounted the car again, Jaimito's alegría begin to take hold. He started talking excitedly about "Da 'aircut" and I would excitedly confirm the hair cutting.
We jumped over some rain puddles in the parking log. Jaimito loved that, "Wheeeeee! Daddy, da agua!"
Once inside the shopping area, he bolted to the barber shop, but upon opening the door, he got quiet all of a sudden. Hmm, the moment of truth has arrived. I'm scared, he seemed to say.
There was an open chair, so there was to be no hesitating. "Up you go, little man." I told the barber that this was Jaimito's first haircut, so we had to save the hair. "My wife will never speak to me again, if I don't collect his hair." He chuckled and began to snip snip on Jaimito's fine honey colored wisps. Jaimito was frozen like a statue throughout the entire procedure. Was he scared? We he just concentrating? I couldn't say, but I kept up a barrage of reassuring words and smiles. The other barbers all remarked how well he had behaved. "Kids twice his age don't sit this still," said one.
And when we were done, there stood revealed the handsomest little hombrecito that I have ever seen. And the kicker is that on the car ride home he taunted me, saying, "My 'aircut better den yours." I couldn't believe my ears. Did he say what I thought he said? I laughed with him and said that mine was better. It went back and forth until I agreed that his was better.
Tuesday, 19th o October 2004
According to this
I'm in Gandhi's hood.
I did one of those political questionaires and it looks like I'm a left leaning Libertarian. I guess, I should have guessed that. From the famous figures in history chart, I'm closest to Gandhi.
I knew I always liked him.
Thursday, 14th o October 2004
Little CD Shop of Horrors
Hey look Amazon, I know you're all busy and whatnot to ship one stupid little itty bitty CD to me. I ordered it in February and by June, you'd not sent it. Your suggested resolution was to cancel the order. I did so and selected another under the false hope that I may one day hold it in my little hand.
It is now October, and I still have not seen ANY product from you. You sell CD's, right? I see that they are featured prominately on your website.
Your little shop does, however, seem to be entirely uncontaminated by CD's. I just have to ask you: Do you in fact have any CD's at all?
Wednesday, 13th o October 2004
Lovely Lovely blogs
It's so nice to see what other people are writing out there in this big bad internet world. I've kept this site in one form or another since 1996, starting it as a journal of my world travels and an easy way to keep my friends and family updated on my daily comings and goings. But recently, I guess, there's been this explosion of bloggers, people keeping journals on their daily lives, the extraordinary, the banal, the cynical, the comical, and the poignant. Some are better than others, but I am just continually amazed at how simple bits of life can be so entertaining. Perhaps it is that infinity within, that onion skin that just keeps peeling away forever. Who knew it could be so interesting to read people writing about their lives. Who knew how interesting they could be.
I never knew, I swear. This is all coming to me bit by bit as I read and discover blogs which lead me to others, and in turn lead me further, out beyond the reaches of sanity. There are so many lovely lovely blogs.
Here are my favorites:
- Geese Aplenty - Damn damn funny. Cynical - yes. Biting - yes, but funny and well done. I check it every day for a laugh and a thought.
- Dooce - I found this site once on an idle link from someone else, and I caught it on the day that the author was checking herself into a hospital for depression. I almost burst in my empathy for her distress as she laid it all out for us to read. I lost the link, and a couple months later desperately wondered what had happened to this person. She's doing much better thank God, but I think I'll keep an eye on her just the same.
- Fussy - Linked from Dooce. Drawn in by the haircut watch, brought back by the honest and entertaining writing.