Thursday, January 31, 2008

Dear Lukas, Letter Number 6 (Month 6)


Trapped in the Bedroom
Originally uploaded by siraulo

Dear Lukas,

Yay! It's still January as I'm writing this letter and Lost comes back tonight. Double yay! At this very moment, I have locked us up in the bedroom (ala Britney Spears, but without the police or paparazzi outside. What's outside the door? A mouse - a disgusting little brown mouse (hereafter known as DLBM), hanging out near the refrigerator. I screamed so piercingly loud that you burst out crying. I'm really sorry! After I called Ninang Margie freaking out and messaged your dad at work, I worked up the nerve to gather my bag, the phones, this laptop and you and ran into the bedroom making loud noises to indicate to DLBM that indeed there were large scary predatory humans in the vicinity. So now, we're safe in here, on the bed and you are simultaneously entertained and frustrated with your soothie pacifier as you use it to scratch your (still) itchy gums. I prayed you would not get hungry until your dad arrived, but no, you had your own agenda and 20 minutes into our safe haven, you cried for your "mik mik."
With you in my arms, I trotted into the kitchen grabbed the water pitcher and formula can and brought them into the bathroom. I took a breath and grabbed the 7 (how utterly inconvenient when you are trying to avoid a run-in with a DLBM) different parts of your bottle and brought those into the bedroom. I then realized that I couldn't make a bottle with you in my arms so I put you down in your crib and you proceeded to cry. I made the bottle and you ate 2 freaking ounces! Anyways, you're okay now and I'm just waiting for you dad to arrive because I'm hungry.

For reasons beyond the DLBM (although it helped to confirm the decision) your father and I have decided to move back with your Lolo Ernie and Lola Aida. Now that you're getting bigger, you need more room and as the days get warmer, you'll have better access to the outdoors at the house rather than up here in our 3 window apartment. Actually when you were still in my tummy, as we got closer to your birthday, I began to feel that this apartment just wasn't gonna be big and airy enough for a growing boy. I hope you like it. Lola Aida says you are happy when you are there but I'm sure she's happier:)

Okay, we are still in the bedroom and you are now lying down still playing with the pacifier. It's funny how you now have other "needs" besides the basic eating, changing, and sleeping regimen you had the first few months. You now have goals unrelated to your basic needs. You have WANTS! Like, you want to do something with that pacifier and you are focused on getting it done even if you cry a bit when you drop it. You just keep at it! You get BORED now. Sometime you'll start crying even when you've had your basic needs met. You want to be entertained now! So for this month, besides the independent sitting, standing with less assistance, and holding your own bottle, let's work on learning to entertain yourself, shall we? Hehe. Don't worry you dad and I still love to entertain you especially with your favorite songs. Today Lolo Ernie discovered that you stop doing whatever your doing when the annoying digital cable commercial comes on. Oh, Lawdy Lawd!

Love you always and forever,
Mama

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

i love kimya dawson but love my baby more


What Happens When You Stay Indoors for 3 Days
Originally uploaded by siraulo

loose lips might sink ships but loose gooses take trips
to san francisco, double dutch disco,
tech tv hottie, do it for scotty
do it for the living and do it for the dead
do it for the monsters under your bed
do it for the teenagers and do it for your mom
broken hearts hurt but they make us strong and

we won't stop until somebody calls the cops
and even then we'll start again and just pretend that
nothing ever happened

we won't stop until somebody calls the cops
and even then we'll start again and just pretend that
nothing ever happened

we're just dancing, we're just hugging,
singing, screaming, kissing, tugging
on the sleeve of how it used to be
how's it gonna be?
i'll drop kick russell stover, move into the starting over house
and know matt rouse and jest are watching me achieve my dreams

and we'll pray, all damn day, every day,
that all this shit our president has got us in will go away
while we strive to figure out a way we can survive
these trying times without losing our minds

so if you wanna burn yourself remember that I LOVE YOU
and if you wanna cut yourself remember that I LOVE YOU
and if you wanna kill yourself remember that I LOVE YOU
call me up before your dead, we can make some plans instead
send me an IM, i'll be your friend

shysters live from scheme to scheme and my 4th quarter pipe dreams
are seeming more and more worth fighting for
so i'll curate some situations, make my job a big vacation
and i'll say FUCK BUSH AND FUCK THIS WAR
my war paint is sharpie ink and i'll show you how much my shit stinks
and ask you what you think because your thoughts and words are powerful
they think we're disposable, well both my thumbs opposable
are spelled out on a double word and triple letter score

we won't stop until somebody calls the cops
and even then we'll start again and just pretend that
nothing ever happened

we won't stop until somebody calls the cops
and even then we'll start again and just pretend that
nothing ever happened

we're just dancing, we're just hugging,
singing, screaming, kissing, tugging
on the sleeve of how it used to be

loose lips
kimyadawson.com

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Gurgler Guru

Saturday, January 19, 2008

I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else


New Year's Eve
Originally uploaded by siraulo

You're a part time lover and a full time friend
The monkey on you're back is the latest trend
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of a train
I kiss you all starry eyed, my body's swinging from side to side
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Here is the church and here is the steeple
We sure are cute for two ugly people
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

The pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive me
So why can't, you forgive me?
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

I will find my nitch in your car
With my mp3 DVD rumple-packed guitar
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Up up down down left right left right B A start
Just because we use cheats doesn't mean we're not smart
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

You are always trying to keep it real
I'm in love with how you feel
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

We both have shiny happy fits of rage
You want more fans, I want more stage
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Don Quixote was a steel driving man
My name is Adam I'm your biggest fan
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Squinched up your face and did a dance
You shook a little turd out of the bottom of your pants
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else
But you

Anyone Else But You
The Moldy Peaches

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

Dear Lukas, Letter Number 5 (Month 5)

Dear Lukas,
It's nearly 11pm on New Year's Day (um, night?) and you and your father are asleep in the bedroom. I'm in the living room, The Office is playing on TBS and I am typing on my brand new MacBook. Your father has finally turned me to the dark side and away from my PC friends.

Anyhoo, I'm sorry this letter is even later than last month's letter. I'm happy to say though that this letter was late because I would rather spend time with you than be typing. I was really excited to be off from work. You've been a bit sick, and I guess your timing was right because I was able to spend more time with you. Your bottom front tooth has broken skin, and should be making its debut this week.

Despite a slight fever, a cough and some congestion, you manage a smile and even a laugh every so often. You have a great laugh. Your new favorite game is peek-a-boo and various vocal imitations of velociraptors and hyenas.

*Note: the following was continued on January 19, 2007*

Ok, let's pretend that we're not 4 days away from month 6. It's Saturday night and you have just fallen asleep. We expect you to be up with in an hour as this has probably been one of the most difficult weeks for you and your parents in terms of sleep, or lack thereof. But no worries because there is a reason for all this insomnia - you have teeth! TEETH! Not tooth, not even just 2 teeth. You have 4, count 'em 1,2, on the top and 3, 4 at the bottom. And while you do feel a high level of discomfort whether its actual pain or itchiness, don't worry we are suffering right along with you. You seem to be advance in nearly everything but STTN (Sleeping Through The Night). That one milestone seems to have eluded you and us. And while I am so thankful that you are now able to sit independently for longer amounts of time, roll over and over and over, speed up and down the hallway in you walker - I REALLY can't wait for you to finally be able to have a peaceful night's sleep. For you sake and ours. I don't know how you manage to be so cheerful in the morning. Perhaps you have that inner knowledge that a nap is just around the corner. I know you will eventually sleep through the night and when you do that will be when you are ready, but please, try to soon, ok?

Love you more and more and more,
Mama