Yesterday morning I greeted him by name and he very clearly replied, in the same intonation I often say to him: “Hiiii.”
Greeting
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Author: Alex
//Funny babble
//He just said “Umflawa.”
Churchy Tender Laffs
//Months ago in the ward men’s general assembly they announced that the food drive went well, plenty of donations were recieved for a ward member in need, and that the blood drive went well. The Bishop’s comment: “You see how it goes brethren, first we want your food, then we want your money, then we want your blood.”
We laughed hard.
Churchy tender laff!
A few weeks ago the Priests were idly and somewhat loudly prattling during the men’s assembly: I overheard a Priest talking about a girl who was (I presume) the previous evening giving a play-by-play of simple popular music that was playing. He quoted her (my paraphrase) – “Okay this is where the drum solo is, coming up.. okay here it is..” – rediculously short drum riff – “..Okay that was it right there” – then later apparently she said “This is the part where you feel the love.”
This mildly disruptive talk continued into our singing the hymn: Love at Home. I thought this was opportune, I was standing near these Priests (who were also standing), and I approached the one who had gossiped about this girl; I interrupted his conversation with a dry declaration: “This is the part where you feel the love.” He got it immediately, and laughed hard. But far more importantly, he also shut up.
Churchy tender laff!
Two weeks ago I was supposed to give a spiritual thought in the assembly. I didn’t remember this obligation until it was minutes before I would have been called on. I fled in a panic and gathered my thoughts. When they called on me, this was it: “Brethren I didn’t prepare anything and fled out the door in a panic to gather my thoughts. What I came up with is simple and ironic. It’s the Boy Scout motto: Be Prepared.” – and I sat down. This produced hard laughter.
Churchy tender laff!
Little Lamb
//It must be because he is so mild that I keep finding myself about to call him Jesus.
Pre-Revenge of the Sith
//We watched Episode II with neighbors (prepping for Episode III) – sometimes charming people just come out of the woodwork all of a sudden, or maybe they were always there and I just noticed.
Boring movie. I was surprised at how bored I was – until Count Duku arrived – and the lightsaber duels are awesome.
Settled on name – prebirth memory – guitar music
//I didn’t tell everyone this (and I don’t think everyone knew this was news), but about a week ago I settled on calling our baby the name we first decided.
That said.. I’m inclined to keep his name anonymous here: Mago Elf Liam will do.
Recently it seemed like he was coming out of fussiness to more happiness, I dunno: sometimes it takes great work to console him but usually he’s consolable.
The day before yesterday, I came up close to him in a high, childish tone and said “Baby?” He emmediately produced a big grin, then almost laughed, then almost cried. Too much joy. Then I realized that while I called him in this way frequently before his birth, this is the first time I have since his birth. Clearly the memory of the sound is there for him and clearly it’s a positive association.
Yesterday I set him on the floor, pulled out my guitar, and played my original New Hotel. He was very attentive, looking right at me, and enjoying the music. He smiled at pleasant chords and winced at dissonant ones.
I have a video of him talking to put up; I’ll get to putting it up. I can also pull a still of him smiling in his sleep.
My birthday
//For my birthday some family hiked up Rock Canyon (Provo UT). Beautiful. We chattered about various things including rock climbing/hiking/mountaineering: I need these things in my life – they are absent, and what a void for them.
We saw a bow in the cloud: I was moved at the sight because of recent discoveries in my religion’s scripture indicating that the bow in the cloud is also a sign that when the sons of Noah are righteous, they will look up, Zion (the translated city of Enoch) will look down, the heavens will shake, and Zion will descend. Halleluhah! I’m speechless at the thought.
I also thought the cliffs of the canyon being steeply negatively inclined, so that they strangely face straight at you, might look like something I imagine the parted Red Sea looking like to the Israelites: impossibly suspended. I love this idea in combination with the Provo Temple at the mouth of the canyon, designed to look like a cloud and pillar.
Then at home we had guacomole with bacon in wheat tortilla wraps (at my inordinately long preparation) and crossoinwhiches with cheese and turkey. Mmm.
I forgot to pull out the ice cream.
My cell phone cut out in the canyon so I couldn’t tell a friend arriving at our house we’d be late: they waited a long time I imagine and anyway they had to leave before we were back. 🙁
Then my sister-in-law and her kids came and we explored up to a house that had been run through by a six-foot boulder. This sight was indescribable. Moreover it was very strange: I had passed this house on a hike once and mused that it was at the very corner of civilization here. And nature struck right at the corner of this house at the corner of civilization.
We tracked the boulder’s track marks up the steep foothil towards the mountain base. I tracked it’s path up past a half-buried boulder it demolished just before bouncing into the house, up to a cut it made in a buried boulder, up a long steep hill, through a demolished scrub oak grove (at least 4 trees severed at the base), and stopped there. It came between two lower orange rock outcroppings on it’s way down, and up much much higher, into the mountain, there was grey rock, and this boulder was gray. I think it came down from very high in the mountain. This thing practically flew, looking at the gouges it made on the way down.
I got great exercise. I’d love to track the boulder path higher another day.
At 8 weeks (video)
//Here is a video of him up to 8 weeks. This has him smiling and saying his hello. It’s quicktime format and could be a large download depending (8 megabytes, about 3 minutes). Click the play button when it’s done loading.
Indecision, Naming heckles, Paradox
//[I looked back through some entries on naming him, and boy, do they bother me – although I still hold the point I made in them. It’s *how* I made the point and my animosity that bugged. To be honest maybe I might not abridge a private history – but this is the web. I’m re-writing this without the heckles.]
[April 30]
Why didn’t I think before of buying “The Mother of All Baby Name Books” and then later returning it for a full refund? That would remove a huge bottleneck of driving to Barnes and Noble. I’ll be settled on a final name for baby very soon.
My brother informs me that Baby’s long proposed name is now his name. And my response was extreme peevishness. My thing: I said from the outset I wasn’t settled on a name and it bothers me that others settle on it and then inform me it is just so. I see no compulsion other than a cultural one to decide straightway, though religiously I see that blessings invoke names, and every baby in Israel needs blessing. Baby’s soul is uncounted ages old and I want to take every care naming him [snip more peevish expressions].
No name rings well for me. Maybe the doubt is proof that no mortal name can really do justice to the sprit of any child of God, and I’d best hope that God calls on the baby by whatever name he was called before he came here.
[May 1st]
I ask Baby if he likes the proposed name. He hiccups a few times and responds with a smile: ””Yeeeeaaaooh.””, which sounds for all the world like Adamic for “Yes” or mangled English; either way, that seems like a sign, and I feel cursed for seeking one.
So it’s settled.
Unless I change my mind. I do have to finish reading the [name] book I bought before returning it, anyway.
[May 2nd]
Baby has various names, and so he hasn’t flinched (as someone said) at namelessness. He is “Baby”, “Thumper”, “Bug”, and “Fuss-fuss”.
I wish that our culture like others varied even with official names for a child, or added or changed them easily, or encouraged children to name themselves when they are older.
It bothers me that culture is too strong to accept my initial and oft repeated trepidation with naming. He was given a name for the hospital but documents can be changed.
He likes his various names.
Folks have asked: does Tia like the nonexistence of an official name? I asked her and it’s as I thought: it slightly bothers her, and also she respects my indecision.
[snip something I like not to post here, though I think it funny.]
Returning to the babe, the name is the first gift of contrivance to someone unable to contrive himself. If I do it “wrong”, he’ll suffer. But a mortal name is a paradox: while it is a mortal, finite, imperfect measure, it becomes part of your eternal identity.
[Retrospect April 28th, 2006: Recalling A WIZARD OF EARTHSEA (one of my favorite books), I’ve come to wonder if there is not truth to the idea of an eternal, primeaval name that bears all power on an individual. I wonder if God doesn’t have one for each of us.
Which is why I think God must have a sense of humor to allow some of the.. names that I don’t like.. to be given to His Children. And my whole flipping problem was that I was trying to find the immortal, perfect name for Mago. In all seriousness, the only comfort that let me let go of my naming angst was the thought that whatever I name him, it’s an imperfect name. And I recall a comment my brother posted which offended me and I took it down, I no longer can see why – it was hilarious and struck at the heart of the matter – in retort to my assertion that “Baby likes his name just fine”, my brother said “Maybe it’s because you named him Christ.” Ah ha ha, that is funny. And it makes me think: maybe the many Mexican folks who name their babies Jesus are really onto something – it’s among the only if not the only name divinely declared and ascribed.]
More of Baby’s (music) aesthetics
//In the morning I greet him and he smiles. Later I tell him “Hiii” a few times and again he mirrors it with “Nyaai!”, to my exhuberance. I read to him. He won’t have the reading, he likes the talking, and interrupts me at three intervals with “Nyaaai!”, each time again to my exhuberance. Meanwhile he’s bored with me saying only this back to him, and I have nothing else to say (for which I’m sorry), so I go again to music. Most of the music I try on him causes a blandly bemused expression. As he has just come from a realm of certain objectivity about many matters, I regard this as a sign that most of my music is, objectively, blandly bemusing. ..okay, tastes are subjective. .. sort of. The title screen music from Game Cube’s “Wario Ware” causes curiousity and involvement. The Star Trek Voyager title music causes interest without blandness. He cries when I stop playing Wario Ware, stops crying when I start it again. To the Star Wars title music he tenses up and darts his eyes around.
William Wallace saved Baby’s fussing
//For a while he’s been more fussy around me (and more fussy in general since his horrific circumcision) – not tolerant of me holding my face to his. I try music again. He likes “Conquest of Paradise (Theme)” and “Summon the Heroes” from the latter’s title album (of themes used in broadcasts of the Olympic Games) and lets me nuzzle him while he listens, the music putting him into a trance. We then listen to “Freedom Theme” from the ending scenes of BRAVEHEART, and I tell him how the music is about a warrior who gave his life for Scotland, and Robert the Bruce who betrayed him and saw what he had lost when William gave everything for the cause. And how Robert then brought the Scots one morning before the great tyrant of England to battle, and how William’s brother caused William’s sword to fly before the battle. And how the hero reminds me of a greater hero who also gave his life so that we can fly.
(Forget whether any of that is fiction. Forget it. If it claims to be history, don’t forget it, but it doesn’t make the claim. The expressed virtues in the story are the important thing.)
Pictures gallery 2
//Here are some pictures Tia took of him at 4 weeks. One of these is a diaper cake her sister made. I took the ones with Tia. Click the thumbnails for larger pictures.
Baby’s aesthetics (NINTENDO)
//Mom takes him into the room, saying that he wants to listen to the nintendo music I’m playing (while I organize a thousand disparate image files from one computer folder to many). She leaves him in the boppy on the floor to go eat. Behind from the floor, he cooes, and I turn around and he’s looking at me. I pick him up and we dance to Ninja Gaiden track 13; the music relating Ryu compelled to battle his father who is possessed by a demon and transformed into a monster. I exlaim to him of the music: “Oh, the pathos! Father, you’re dying!” He wiggles his arms to the music. Typing this now with him in the boppy in my lap, he offers another greeting, exlaiming: “NYAAAI!”
.. superstitious of the effects of nintendo music (people at lease *act* as if it’s somehow vulgar or tasteless..) I play him instead a mass (Messe La Bataille). After a while he starts fussing. I play Beethoven’s overtures to The Creatures of Prometheus, Op. 43 and Coriolan, Op. 62 (I have no idea what these are – these are just the titles). He likes these much better.