Monday, August 31, 2009
We've made our first music video! It's for his song 'Beam Me Up' from the album Goodbye Strange Planet. Hope you like it!
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Almost everything she does is a first for her. She rolled herself over for the first time last week. On Friday she went swimming for the first time. I thought about Lily’s 17-year-old brother Reuben, who is busy playing in a band these days. I’m 32. I could go into any bar at any time and get anything I want to drink. It’s no big deal to someone my age. Reuben’s pretty much grown, physically, but he still can’t go into a bar at all, much less get served alcohol legally. And Beatrice? She’s not even half a year old. It will be about 18 years before she can enter such an establishment. 18 years. That’s almost twenty. How many firsts will she experience in those years?
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
clean the kitchen
read a book
write a letter to a friend who lives far away
write a letter to a family member who lives close by
organize the closet
paint a picture for a specific location in your home
draw a portrait of a favorite childhood pet
draw a self portrait
write a story
make a puppet out of your husband's favorite pair of socks
fix a delicious dinner
play dress-up and take silly pictures
shave your legs
write a love poem
write a tragic love story
memorize a Shakespearean monologue
rig up some Christmas lights inside a blanket tent
read an old journal
That's all I can come up with right now. You?
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
From the moment we heard that first little wail our lives would never be the same. Nothing can prepare you for seeing your own offspring for the first time. Emotion has little to do with this attachment at first, although it is one of the most emotional moments of your life. These feelings are more intense than that. They’re physical. Love is unconditional for your child; she’s practically a part of your body. Her eyes are shaped like Lily’s but they’re turning blue like mine. The blood in her veins is our blood. Her drool is our drool. It’s really weird!
This miniature human being is ours. Our baby, our Beatrice. Our responsibility. And what responsibility that is! She is helpless, completely dependent upon us. We feed her, clothe her, bathe her, change her diapers. Those are the visibly obvious things. But more importantly she needs us to raise her. Providing for her is mandatory, but not nearly enough. We talk to her and sing to her. We play with her and take her everywhere with us. We acquaint her with all our friends and loved ones. We’re trying to figure out how to be the best parents we can be so that she will grow up to be a happy, well-rounded, self-sufficient woman. At the outside we’ve probably got about twenty years with her under our wings as she grows up and finds her place in the world.
And what a curious privilege it will be to witness her growth! As humans, we’re perhaps the only creatures on earth with brains developed enough to even appreciate the riveting drama that unfolds before our eyes as our children become viable. There will be so many milestones, so many hurdles to leap and bridges to cross. It’s really exciting, especially because we get to be her guides. We get to be the ones who will steer her in what we hope is the right direction and try to instill good judgment in her. It’s up to us to see that she’s educated and loved.
She’s real, alright. It doesn’t get any more real than this.