Thursday, December 23, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
And he's big - his soft baby body fills his baby clothes like raked leaves. He's thick like a fluffy pancake and smells as good as syrup.
He gave me his crying face today. We were sitting together in Taggart's back play room. He was in my lap facing me and i was talking about how much i was looking forward to him being able to speak (language) and play and kick and jump. He was staring at me with his wide eyes, his mouth slightly ajar. Suddenly, his face became serious and then wrinkled up like a ball of paper and his mouth opened wide and he let out a singular 'AH!'. In an instant, Dad-olph appeared, scooped him up and went into diaper change mode.
Dad-olph and Mom-ber beam as parents. He can't stop making noises at Fraser and she has the glow and peace of new mama-hood. If they are tired, frustrated, or uncertain of their new role, you wouldn't know it by looking at them.
Thursday, December 02, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
- i rise up to the challenge, master it, then quickly get bored
- in social settings, my modus operandi is dictated by my mood, therefore i don't suffer the awkward consequences of guilt
- i become immobile without a plan
- my parents brought me here, then i took my own liberties
- i worry about what i'm doing to the minds of my children, then i forget about all of that when i'm with them
- i spoil those that i love with spoiling tendencies
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Carol, as she does every year, pulled on her purple and gold 'Queen' dress and mc'd the party. She really out-did herself this year by both, hand-sewing Paola's dress from nothing (she didn't use a pattern either) and baking the cake. I am looking forward to the year she finally uses fondant.
I am glad to know that Paola will remember her parties being surrounded by friends and family. I don't remember having parties like this when i was younger. Most of them were pretty simple affairs with family as far as i remember. I think once there was a piñata at my grandmother's house. The memory is pretty vague.
In other news, things are going pretty well here at the Chavez household. I managed to slice my hand up pretty well while washing dishes recently (six stitches); I ran a 5k for the first time last weekend (ran it at a 9:30 pace); Adolfo has managed to finish his piano book - his teacher is trying to find something a little better suited to him; he's also been drawing a lot, which is why Carol decided to start up a blog for him;Paola used the word 'coincidence' today, precisely how it should be used.
Carol plays the role of super-wife pretty darn well. She is our life organizer, our chef, a chauffeur, and a teacher. We would all be living on the streets if it wasn't for her.
As the this year starts to wind down, things seem to be moving very fast. In not too long it will be Halloween, then Thanksgiving, then before we know it, Xmas. I hope the rest of year finds all of you happy and healthy.
What's the deal with everyone anyway? No one is blogging anymore and there is so much interesting shit going on. For example this: JASON HODGE RUNNING FOR OFFICE??!!
Friday, October 08, 2010
Monday, October 04, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Wednesday, September 08, 2010
Tuesday, September 07, 2010
Saturday, September 04, 2010
Chella and I at Toyota Park in Chicago before the sold out crowd filled in.
We saw Landon Donovan in person - he doesn't disapoint. He should play in Europe where he can play on a team with a higher skill level. Blah blah blah.
The Chicago crowd was awesome!
Friday, August 27, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
I've been here for well over a year and have not opened the thing, let alone run it. So, I did. Run it, that is. With dishes in it and everything.
Kinda like the way automatic dish washing machines smell when run. All hot and clean and stuff.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Monday, August 09, 2010
Seen at the office recently.
While we do not (really) booze it up that often, i found the comfortable co-habitation of fancy gin and cheap peanut butter too good a photo-op to pass up.
Thursday, August 05, 2010
I feel as if I have taken some sort of really unintrusive acid.
I can't begin to get my boozed up fingers to type out some sort of semblance of a picture to capture it all. Duh.
The place unfolds continuously.....taxi drivers taking me and my co-workers to the resturant....turning down maze like strret with well developed concrete barriers and trash and high end stores and slappped together corrugated steel shanties....with a continous buzz of cycles.....the wide nose of the Indonesian people.....I only see it from the window.....they do not hold eye contact....busy with the demands of life in such a meat grinder of a city.
Fancy is different...derilict buildings are common...tomorrow to Bali
Electric line in Shanghi
Wednesday, August 04, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
A bunch of folks piled into a few cars and headed out of Austin en route to Lexington, TX for some of the finest BBQ known to man.
At 9:30 in the morning. I have never felt more Texan than I did while chowing down on BBQ before 10am.
After too much meat we headed back down the road to Taylor, TX for more too much meat at Louis Mueller's.
I smell like meat.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
First birthday was a Piñata at the park
Second birthday was a Piñata at home
Third birthday was Blowing Bubbles birthday
Fourth birthday was Water Wars at home
Fifth birthday was Pizza Party and Summer Fun at home and the cul de sac
Sixth birthday was 8-bit Mario swimming Pool Party at the YMCA
End of school Pizza party - home
Seventh birthday was Hoth Rebel Planet Ice Skating party at Ice Rink
End of school DSI party - home
I don't need to mention that ChuckECheese is not an option...
So what do you think an 8 year old boy would enjoy?
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Secondly, do i need to start wearing my backpack again?
I found myself at a social event, offbeat but social, with a dead camera battery. Were i wearing my backpack that would not have happened.
I have a co-worker from Wisconsin. Lo mas de Wisconsin. I mean, that boy reps the state like he was paid to. Anyway, his folks (who are completely adorable) are in town and his father is thinking about starting a food-wagon to vend a native Wisconsin food-stuff: cheese curds. We were presented with a variety of delicious, batter-fried curds and a comment card. It was a focus group with beer and cheese (although i had bourbon, which i had (mostly unselfishly) given the hosts previously on the Fourth of July).
Cheese curds are baby cheeses before they become anything but cheese curds. Think 'cheese stem cells'. In Wisconsin these baby cheeses are battered and fried into a delicious treat. I wanted to document this transformation from proto-cheese to tasty snack but i only got one shot off before my damned battery died. Which brings me back to my backpack.
My backpack always carried pens, pencils, erasers, matches, spare batteries, needle and thread, anti-histamines, sketchbook(s), touch-up paint, various chargers, edged weapons, lint, small wildlife and a variety of handsome pins/badges. You know, the necessities. Had i my backpack i could have documented the quaint Wisconsin folkway of cheese curding.
Am i too grown up to carry a backup into a gathering, or does a true grown-up not give a shit?
Friday, July 09, 2010
Saturday, July 03, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
i have done nothing but be a mom for so long i don't even know myself these days
but lately the pace is slowing down, either that or i've really lost more then my sense of normalcy
in any case, my kiddoes are growing, Paola has taken to independence like a toddler's finger to a nostril and Adolfo continues to develop into a growing, glowing example of genius (translate, quirky, but charmingly so and using lots of electronic intestines)
i am proud of my children
so life goes on at the Chavez household.
Just two short weeks after Adolfo's piano recital
Paola starred at her ballet recital
She performed two dances with her group and two dances with her parents. She was selected as the leader of her group and performed flawlessly and fearlessly. The two dances were, Singing Poodle and Kewpie Doll
I'm glad to report that she prefers NOT to wear makeup.
Adolfo has joined the YMCA swim team and is now busy flirting with the female lifeguards and inventing new swim strokes much to his coach's dismay. But he dutifully performs as expected during meets and is thankfully not abashed at coming in last.
Paola is also taking swimming lessons and insists that she could swim on her own. Of course, I'm terrified and hover around her like a crazed octopus ready to grab at any sign of distress. She laughs it off as she does most things. Yes, this little girl is going to teach me a thing or two.
As the kids are growing, Killy and I are readying for change. I guess this means we are finally comfortable with the way things are, and as you all know, Killy and I thrive on stress, so we just need to make things a little more complicated.
Killy is going back to school to study Biomedical Engineering. I don't know how that's going to work itself into our lives, but I do know that it will and we will be happier for it because King Killy will be happier. :-)
I like my job in that the hours allow me time with my children. But I know that soon, Paola being old enough for public school means I have an opportunity to think about my career as something that can be emotionally rewarding for me. Hmmm, the possibilities are endless...
so what's new with you?
Friday, June 04, 2010
Wednesday, June 02, 2010
Then there was a greyish-giant-ham-sized blur emanating from a vaguely dark-blue north-bound SUV shaped blur, a fleshy thump, a squealing of brakes, and the appearance of a grey-and-white-pit-bull-type dog in the street.
We'll call him Spike.
Spike had no idea what the hell had just happened.
Unsure of everything, he sort of rocked in place. He reminded me of the reaction of my niece had when the other little girl (3-4 yo, cute little blond) tried, repeatedly and unceasingly, to get the eye-boogers out of her (my niece's) eye. She (once again, my niece) was freaked, but had zero idea how to handle it.
Being the brave, daring guy that i am (while hoping like hell that Spike would not freak out and kill me) i whistled(ish), and said dumb things like "C'mere, puppy. It's OK. C'mon, pup!", possibly whistled(ish) again and clapped my hands on my thighs while trying to keep myself from shaking too visibly. Dogs can sense that shit. They'll fucking eat you.
Spike trotted over and seemed for all the world like an adorable, confused, short-haired (killing machine) as i snatched up his trailing leash. I spouted more dog-friendly platitudes: "Who's a good boy, then?", "Wow, are those your real teeth?", and tried to calm both of us down.
Spike did a better job than me at calming down.
Then shit got real wacky.
I am unclear how things really happened; traffic stayed snarled; some things must have moved, some things must not have. I was petting Spike, hoping he did not tear my throat out (he was a actually a calm and good-looking puppy) while looking out for the dark-blue SUV-shaped blur when i heard the *crunch*.
A blue and white motorcycle (Suzuki?) had run into the back of a stopped VW Beetle (one of the newer ones, you know, the one with flatter curves around the quarter panels and done in the nice red, not the tomato one). Later, it turned out that the Beetle was driven by a short, seemingly disinterested, blonde girl.
The bike had two occupants: the rider, all helmeted and race-bike jacketed, and the passenger, all flip-flopped, t-shirted, beshorted and rolling in the street, flopping to an erratic stop while moaning, yelling.
Being the self-centered guy that i am i thought, "i bet i looked a lot like that hitting the ground when i broke my clavicle. Good thing i can't run as fast as that bike". He was clearly injured, but traffic obscured my view. Nextly; the more-clearly-defined dark blue, south-bound (Chevy) SUV hove into view, windows rolled down, in the turn lane, driver haranguing those *in his way*, feet away from and completely oblivious to passenger-boy's plight.
Chevy made a bad left onto 42nd (east-bound) and yelled at me from the window that he would 'be right back' as he drove past. Meanwhile, i was on the phone with 911, holding onto Spike, who was either excited to see his master, or scared as hell to do the same thing. Not sure. Seems like a good thing to beat myself up over.
Traffic has stopped, passenger is screaming, Chevy is yelling at anydamnthing and approaching; Spike is freaking out, tugging at the leash and 911 has put me on hold.
"Are you with the victim?"
"Bitch pushed the dog out the truck!"
"South or North bound?"
Chevy was shorter than me, muscle-bound and Affliction-tank-topped as he took the leash and took Spike back to the Chevy blur. He said words at me, but i was trying to listen to dispatch.
"OK, an ambulance has been dispatched. Others are on the scene. Please disconnect now."
I do not think i should have given Spike back.
Passenger-boy was silent, Traffic stopped. Oglers ogled and a mother-and-infant was speaking to 911. I urged her to take her child out of the situation after some small talk, peek-a-boo, and checking that she was OK and uninvolved. She seemed mostly interested in death. The kid was cute though.
Everydamnbody showed up: Police, FD, EMS; the whole nine. Situation handled. Spike returned.
I went back to the office, had some cheese and crackers and did the crossword. Well, not really. It was a kinda tough Wednesday.
I hope Spike is OK. He's the only one who had no choice in his situation. Him and the kid, who is most likely fine despite his death-obsessed mom.
Tuesday, June 01, 2010
Sometime after that she re-discovered it. Seen here is my adorable niece holding my (probably funky) hat hostage. A picture of the boy wearing the aforementioned head-gear is doubtlessly in the offing.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
The recital was in the chapel a christian school on Antoine. When it was his turn he stood up and walked up the small steps onto the altar, turned to the audience and gave an awkward bow. He turned, squeezed in between the bench and the piano and placed his book of music. He sat down placed his fingers on the keys and banged out two songs - bowing awkwardly once again between the two.
He did it like he was taking care of business. No drama. No nervousness. No anxious, looking back over his shoulder for his parents.
Later, after the show, he would mention to his teacher that he had been a little bit nervous, but it didn't show.
So proud of the boy.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Tuesday, May 04, 2010
Monday, May 03, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
You make one false move up there, be it a clumsy thesis statement, poorly reasoned argument, or glib analysis, and your team is dead, along with this whole sorry planet.
Monday, April 05, 2010
Friday, April 02, 2010
For many reasons I prefer Dripping Springs Vodka. Even more so after reading that Tito’s pleaded no contest in a pollution case.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
For those of you who still watch this blog, the Chavez family is doing well. We have just come off of a very eventful spring break; it had a little bit of everything: mid-day naps, trips to museuems, candy in the middle of the day, trips to far away places, meeting new people, junk food, hotel stays, peacocks, bike rides and longer than usual DSi game play time.
Luckily, our routine is pretty well burned into our souls so re-entry to the workforce and school / extracurricular life was not so difficult.
The in-laws (Carol's parents) are with us for 'only they know how long', which, of course, is fine with me: I came home today to folded laundry and a pan full of albondigas and beans. It was glorious. Carol's dad has been monitoring and taking care of the garden while i've been at work. Something about that man makes things grow. Suddenly, i've got sprouts all over the place and he's only been here a couple of days. Perhaps their time had come, but i like imaging that Carol's dad is some type of plant whisperer. Remember the time he mowed my banana tree and it came back stronger than it was previously?
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
We miss you my friend.
Saturday, March 06, 2010
Reverand Jones, you will be missed.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Monday, February 08, 2010
On another note, Blogger is discontinuing FTP posting which puts this blog at a crossroad. We can continue to use the Blogger service with the same domain, or transfer everything do a different platform, such as WordPress. Any and all thoughts on this matter you wish to share will be appreciated.