Here are links to two videos of him I just put up in this blog (they’re back-dated to the time of the videos).
Two videos of him (links to)
////Rabbitoholic, and hippopotomus treat
//Tia was using a fox puppet to entertain baby:
(a mid-high, thin, creaky male voice) “I’m here today because I have a confession. I’m a rabbitoholic. I eat rabbits. But I don’t eat babies, I promise. I kiss them.”
I was singing some nonsense to no one and it made Tia laugh, so she told me to write it down:
How much water can a fat man drink
Before he breaks the kitchen sink?
How many hippos can a thin man eat
Before it starts to be a treat?
Picture galleries 3 and 4
//Pirate Song
//To the tune of Lida Rose/Music Man
Billy Boy, I’m back again Boy
To take the Pug out for a fie!
Billy Boy, I’m back again Boy
But all the Limeys thought I’d die!
Heave, Ho, Yar!
You can hear the cannon blow thar!
Heave, Ho, Ar!
For the wee curmudgeon, there be a bludgeon!
Conversations
//A string of my thoughts led to this exchange last night:
Me: “I think your retard detector broke and you ended up with me.”
Tia: “I appreciate your sympathy.. or something.. whatever that was.”
Then today:
Me: “I am so sick of this fabric over the zipper of these shorts folding back. .. The shorts are as ashamed of the fly as I am of my..”
Tia: “Manhood.”
Greeting
//Yesterday morning I greeted him by name and he very clearly replied, in the same intonation I often say to him: “Hiiii.”
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.