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Archive for January, 2007
The Week in Review
A week ago today, Coco did her first backbend. I helped her a little at first but once she got the hand positioning and general idea, she held herself up. It was adorable. She loves movement and is still, on the eve of three, a very energetic, physical child.
Layr and I celebrated our 5th anniversary last Friday night by going away overnight without Coco. We checked into our hotel in the early evening and had a romantic dinner. Saturday morning we got up late and swam in the hotel pool. Saturday afternoon we saw Volver–not my favorite Almovódar film but enjoyable. Mainey came to stay with Coco. They had a swell time together. So swell that when we arrived home, she ran to her grandmother, hid her face and refused to look at us.
Sunday I was struck down by the norovirus (the really bad stomach flu that is going around). It was ugly. The only upside is that no sweets have passed my lips since Sunday. For me that is truly a feat.
Monday night we went to see one of my favorite singers, Mark Eitzel, with friends of ours. He sat down near us in the bar before his set and I screwed up the courage to tell him how much I love his music. He is extremely self-deprecating and I got the feeling that my adoration made him slightly uncomfortable. His show was phenomenal.
Tuesday I went back to school. Yipee.
Yesterday I went to see The Queen with my friend Kathy.
Tonight we celebrated Kathy’s husband Brian’s birthday at a local sushi joint.
This weekend we head to the new ICA in Boston with Melanie and Frans.
I guess I could sum things up by saying it was a stellar week.
C’est Si Bon
Daddy gave Coco a new coif this morning. After scowling through the first few pictures, she treated us to an I’m-humoring-you smile.
A Chip Off the Old Block
When I was small, I astounded my parents by making a telephone to a friend who lived a half an hour away. Some kind operator assisted me in placing the call, which is amazing if you think of it. As a three year old, I am sure I didn’t give her much information to go on. My parents, becoming suspicious when the babbling they heard in the next room seemed more like conversation, picked up the phone and were shocked to hear Janie Wilson and I gabbing.
I had surely the same feeling of surprise two nights ago when I picked up the phone, said hello and heard, in addition to the caller’s hello, a young-ish voice say, “hi.” It took me a minute to realize that Coco had picked up the phone upstairs. She’s never done that before.
As I entered the den to ask her to hang up, she shouted at me, and into the phone, “someone’s callin’ to you!”
