Robert Kerley. By day--mild-mannered database manager, by night--manager of boogie. Last week, he played with a jazz ensemble here in town. Tomorrow night, I'm going to see him with Curly's Roadhouse Revue. You should hire him to write the music for that computer game you are developing.
Robert is also my primary bike-talk conversation partner.
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
lonesome
It sure is lousy being you.
They say that you should never judge another person until you have walked a mile in their shoes, or read their blog, or read your own blog from their point of view.
If you follow me.
David and Jaime are in Colorado to experience Grandma Susie in real life rather than as a disembodied voice that comes out of the phone. So I am utterly alone--except for Mom and Alex and Tuff and Abbie. I think they will forgive me for saying that it is not the same. To help sooth my lonesome heart, I thought I would read the blog. But it hasn't been updated in, like, two weeks. Even the pictures, though the most adorable on the Web, are dated and two weeks in toddler time is even longer than in tech time. Those responsible should be shot.
David and Jaime are doing well, I hear. I talk to both of them daily. They have snow and a dog and a jacuzi tub and a great big cat. For the commuter flight from Denver to Eagle, they had to walk out to the plane on the tarmac. It was running and very noisy and scared David. He is also scared of the water jets on the tub. Actually, it a little funny and a little refreshing to see him shy away from something. At this point, he is doing gymnastics on the stairs and tries to ride the dogs. So it is actually a relief to see him show a little bit of caution every now and again.
I will leave on Thursday morning to go see them, but I am spending the night tomorrow at Jason's, so I will not be able to update. Not that you will notice the difference--apparently.
They say that you should never judge another person until you have walked a mile in their shoes, or read their blog, or read your own blog from their point of view.
If you follow me.
David and Jaime are in Colorado to experience Grandma Susie in real life rather than as a disembodied voice that comes out of the phone. So I am utterly alone--except for Mom and Alex and Tuff and Abbie. I think they will forgive me for saying that it is not the same. To help sooth my lonesome heart, I thought I would read the blog. But it hasn't been updated in, like, two weeks. Even the pictures, though the most adorable on the Web, are dated and two weeks in toddler time is even longer than in tech time. Those responsible should be shot.
David and Jaime are doing well, I hear. I talk to both of them daily. They have snow and a dog and a jacuzi tub and a great big cat. For the commuter flight from Denver to Eagle, they had to walk out to the plane on the tarmac. It was running and very noisy and scared David. He is also scared of the water jets on the tub. Actually, it a little funny and a little refreshing to see him shy away from something. At this point, he is doing gymnastics on the stairs and tries to ride the dogs. So it is actually a relief to see him show a little bit of caution every now and again.
I will leave on Thursday morning to go see them, but I am spending the night tomorrow at Jason's, so I will not be able to update. Not that you will notice the difference--apparently.
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
David Nina Emma
David Nina Emma
Originally uploaded by jandjgilbert.
Emma is David's second cousin on mom's side of the family.
David and Samuel
David and Samuel 2
Originally uploaded by jandjgilbert.
The weekend before Thanksgiving, we had lunch at the lovely home of Jaime's cousin, Michelle. David played with his second cousin, Samuel, who is about 36 hours older than D and has a sybling on the way.
Samuel tumbles
Samuel tumbles
Originally uploaded by jandjgilbert.
This is Samuel, David's cousin getting tossed by his grandmother on Thanksgiving
untitled
untitled
Originally uploaded by jandjgilbert.
Something like a month ago, David and I met Valerie, Alexander, and Sebastian at the Zoo. It was not only a coming together of friends and families, but also a coming together of blogs. Val brought her camera. I have titled this "untitled" because it strikes me a strangely artsy and subtly narrative image. But what is going on? It is a mystery.
Saturday, December 10, 2005
Joy
Backdrop: David has been working hard to memorize the words to Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Usually I say the first part, he says "howonderare", then I say Up above the world so high, then he says "likedimondinSKY", and then I finish.
Last night David and I were driving to Lawrence to meet Grandpa Bear, Grandma Kim, Jane, Mark, and Zach for a pre Christmas dinner. As we drove down I-70 he saw a giant blue lit star in someone's back yard.
"TWINKLE STAR!!! TWINKLE STAR!!! TWIIINNKLE STAR!!! (Evil laugh, evil laugh, all the while hyperventilating.)
"Mommy do it! Mommy do it!"
So we began to sing. After he had warmed up we actually managed to sing it together for the first time. He did it all except for the last line. I was so thrilled and happy I almost cried.
Shortly after that he spotted a train. The tracks happen to form a bridge which we then drove under.
Between seeing the start and driving Under a train I thought the little guy would burst in the back seat from joy.
Thank you David for my early Christmas gift.
Love Mom.
Last night David and I were driving to Lawrence to meet Grandpa Bear, Grandma Kim, Jane, Mark, and Zach for a pre Christmas dinner. As we drove down I-70 he saw a giant blue lit star in someone's back yard.
"TWINKLE STAR!!! TWINKLE STAR!!! TWIIINNKLE STAR!!! (Evil laugh, evil laugh, all the while hyperventilating.)
"Mommy do it! Mommy do it!"
So we began to sing. After he had warmed up we actually managed to sing it together for the first time. He did it all except for the last line. I was so thrilled and happy I almost cried.
Shortly after that he spotted a train. The tracks happen to form a bridge which we then drove under.
Between seeing the start and driving Under a train I thought the little guy would burst in the back seat from joy.
Thank you David for my early Christmas gift.
Love Mom.
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