big music

Hi, I just have moment, but the guilt of no blogging is becoming overwhelming. We could all be dead, for all you know. Actually, if we were dead, you would know. I'd be sure to post about something so monumental. That would really increase my traffic--blogging from the grave.

"Monumental" is the problem--nothin' much is going on. David is still two and reminds us about that every couple of days. Jaime is still prego and reminds me about that even more frequently. Let me put it this way--I don't see the title of this blog getting all that much longer in the future.

David has crossed another language line. At this point he is talking primarily in sentences and putting together and rearranging words with increasing skill. Now he moving to the point--which he'll perfect by age four--of being able to form complete sentences that make no sense. A couple of times lately, he has uttered a perfectly articulated sentence and Jaime and I have looked at each other and said, "what the heck does that mean?" He is also getting frustrated if he still has simply not learned the word to express a thought. Often, in the car he will want to listen to music. But when I turn the radio to a music station, he complains, "no, big music." Big Music? What does that mean. Louder? No. I'm not sure. I think it might be classical music. He seemed satisfied once when I turned the dial to opera.

I am writing from a hotel in Amarillo, TX. I'm heading down to El Paso to get a look at this border situation first-hand. I'll submit my conclusions in shreadible memo form.

later, big music fans.