15.12.08

Is it just me or does this Christmas lack some pizazz?

I wasn't really in love with Jason Mrazs' radio hit. Then I stumbled upon this gem and I'm so digging his lyrics and cadence. Appreciation. So in honor of cold (cozy) winters, new (badass) beginnings, and similar (sappy) sentences: Enjoy.



You've got the best of both worlds
You're the kind of girl who can take down a man,
And lift him back up again
You are strong but you're needy,
Humble but you're greedy
And based on your body language,
And shoddy cursive I've been reading
Your style is quite selective,
Though your mind is rather reckless
Well I guess it just suggests
That this is just what happiness is

And what a beautiful mess this is
It's like picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives
And don't mind my nerve you could call it fiction
But I like being submerged in your contradictions dear
'Cause here we are, here we are

Although you were biased I love your advice
Your comebacks they're quick
And probably have to do with your insecurities
There's no shame in being crazy,
Depending on how you take these
Words I'm paraphrasing this relationship we're staging

And what a beautiful mess this is
It's like picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades
And kind and courteous is a life I've heard
But it's nice to say that we played in the dirt oh dear
Cause here we are, Here we are
Here we are
We're still here
What a beautiful mess this is
It's like taking a guess when the only answer is yes

Through timeless words, and priceless pictures
We'll fly like birds, out of this earth
And times they turn, and hearts disfigure
But that's no concern when we're wounded together
And we tore our dresses, and stained our shirts
But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it.

10.12.08

After months of wondering at his development..

I'm so not a bragger but I'm pretty stoked right now about my two-year old. Now, I'm not an expert so I'm sure this is normal and all the pros will be like "yes yes, settle down. We were excited too at our firstlings." And between their teeth: "sheesh, newbies.."

Okay, first off his imagination would make Lewis Carroll proud. Besides being an avid fan of reading (sleeping with a favorite story under his arm at night), as I type he's gone for building a little village out of tented books, has turtles, finger puppets and Larry the Cucumber as residents and is pretending that they're going two by two for a scuba adventure - right after he made a "go-cart" out of our couch, using cushions for the wheels and was very emphatic about the structural soundess of it's engine. I know these are his ideas and not mine in that it takes me about 5 minutes to decipher his pronounced baby accent, especially since the longer I take to guess what he's saying the more desperate and garbled his words sound.

He puts binoculars over his eyes strolling around the house. When questioned,
'Whatcha doin' there, budding Peeper.'

'I'm birdwatching.'

Secondly, the kid has a larger vocabulary than some grownups I find myself speaking with.
birdwatching?
armadillo?
tyranosaurus?
ipod? (haha, this one is our fault. nerds)
speaks in full sentences.



The only problem I have is that he dons a pullup which looks more like a war casualty than his intended "crown" and prances around the house on his "green dragon" which looks more like a mop calling himself a Princess.

Is it too early for gender definition?