They get dirty. They like to laugh at gross stuff. They do dumb things on dares. Who are these strange and different creatures. Why can't they just do things like girls do them? Does anyone understand them? They don't share their feelings. They make guns out of anything. They can't find anything. And they are maddeningly prone to parent deafness. It is so easy to poke fun at them and laugh at them, call them lazy and gross and unfeeling. But, if you do, then something happens; they become lazy and gross and unfeeling.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
...boys...
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
...laughing at silliness...
I've always been a movie lover. My brother is fourteen years older than I and one of my earliest memories is of going to see "2001" with him. I remember being really little. In my memory we sat in the front row, but it may have been just really close, because I remember the screen was HUGE. I've seen it many times since, of course, but I have a very distinct memory through little eyes of the scene with the girl slowly walking and walking around that circle and Strauss playing in the background. I also remember him taking me to see "An American in Paris". I was a little older, I think, and I've loved Gene Kelly ever since.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
...the communication age...
Yesterday I realized that my baby and I could talk to each other and see each other at the same time though we're almost 900 miles away from each other. I discovered the video chat.