Category: Family (Page 15 of 16)

"Daddy, can we watch the Spiderman DVD?"

"Sure, little girl. Let’s watch Spiderman." I get up and pop the DVD into the player and press play.

"Daddy, why is Peter Parker running after the bus?"

"Because he is late for school and he missed his bus. So he is chasing it to try to catch it."

"Oh"

"Daddy, is that man bad?" pointing at the Norman Osbourne character pre Green Goblin.

"Well, no, not exactly. He has a company like your mommy and daddy,
and he is having problems. He decided to try to test his special
strength formula on himself. It didn’t work right and now he is a bad
guy."

"Oh, how come he’s talking to himself?"

"He has a split personality. He has the Green Goblin inside himself and it is making him be bad. He is crazy."

"He’s not really a bad guy?"

"Not really. He’s sick and needs to see a doctor."

"Oh," she said, satisfied that she had exhausted the topic and
quickly moved onto another. "Daddy, why did that spider bite Peter
Parker?"

"He was hungry. That’s what gave Peter Parker his powers. The spider
was a special spider. It’s just make believe, Olaia, but in the movie
that little spider has special powers and gives special spider powers
to Peter Parker."

"Cool," Olaia said, eyes opening wide.

"Daddy, Peter Parker is climbing up the wall. That’s neat. I wish I was Spiderman."

Chuckle.

"And Daddy, he can jump really really high and shoot those things out of his hands."

"Webs, Olaia," I say.

"Webs, yeah. And swing. He swinged into the sign, didn’t he, Daddy.

"Yeah, hehe."

"Daddy, you can make popcorn now."

Hehe, don’t you just love that little girl. It’s like having my very
own PowerPuff Girl. And it went on and on and on. She loves
Spiderman… a girl after my own heart.

From being in the grocery store today with Olaia.

Olaia Really loud: Daddy, why does that lady have a sticker on her butt?

I look up, noticing that the woman standing next to me has a tatoo on
her rear, sticking out of the top of her low-rider jeans. I start to
shush Olaia when she finishes her thought.

"Daddy, people shouldn’t put stickers on their butt.

Did I mention that this was really loud? Chuckle. I shushed Olaia and
told her that big people could put stickers on their butts if they
wanted to. However, it was good that she didn’t put stickers on her butt.

We were watching CNN this morning, and the morning crew was talking
about Eminem, specifically how his lyrics affect youth today etc. Blah
blah. Paula Zahn was defending him, or at least saying that people like
him are not responsibile for problems with today’s youth. Bill Hemmer
was on the other side with the typical, "I think Eminem, although
talented and incredibly popular, needs to take to heart a sense of
social responsibility."

At which point, I said, "Aw, Eminem’s just a bunch of trash."

Olaia, looked up at me emphatically, and summoning all the credibilty
she could muster, "Daddy, M&M’s are not trash, they are CANDY."

I just downloaded some pictures from the camera and found this one
of Jaimito that just keeps me chuckling (which I edited and put in a
different background). Look at that face, so earnest, so impish, so
knowing. What a stare. It’s like he knows he’s got you wrapped around
his finger, the little showoff.

He’s getting bigger and bigger every day and like his sister already
has a strong personality. He loves to play, laugh and is easily amused.
He also gets quite grumpy when no one is paying attention to him. If
left alone in his bouncer seat for two seconds, he’s wailing for
someone to play. You appear, and like magic, the floodworks are
instantaneously shut off. To tell you the truth, I think this picture
just about sums up his entire personality, the hint of a smile, the
feeling that he knows more than he lets on, and a reclining pose that
oozes self assurance.

Oh, he’s going to be trouble, that little one. *chuckle*

Our company is in the midst of moving to a new office. It’s been
difficult, with all the papers, clutter, furniture, and computers. To
top it all off, we are moving to a smaller space. I don’t have the
faintest idea how we are going to fit all this shit. It’s pure chaos,
something which I don’t handle well.

"I’m being pushed beyond my specifications!" I cry in despair to
Laura. "I’m sorry I’m not good enough to manage all this!" I continue
my rant, out of desparation, venting my feelings of frustration and
hopelessness. "I wasn’t built for managing chaos. I can’t deal with
this. Give me something simple to do, and I can do it. I just need
something simple that my mind can handle!"

Olaia, looks my way, thinks for a moment, and informs me, "Daddy, you can put my shoe on."

Laura(emphatically): Olaia, you have to eat your ice cream cone from the sides.

Olaia (irritated): Nooooooo, I want to eat it from the top.

Laura: Olaia, you have to listen to Mommy.

Me: Yes, little girl you have to stop saying "no" all the time.

Olaia (questioningly): Yes… I want to eat it from the top?

Laura and I: (Guffaw, fall down laughing).

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8 lbs, 3 oz, 19.5 inches in length. He came out perfectly and mother and baby are doing fine. Now get to those pictures. I’m heading back to the hospital.

Olaia, has this hilarious thing she has been doing lately. She
thinks she has super powers (too much Powerpuff Girls, I guess). When
she get’s tired she tells us that her powers are gone. Hehe. "Mommy,
Daddy, my powers are all gone."

"Oh, really, little girl."

"I’m not a little girl, I’m a big girl!"

"Okay, maybe if you go to sleep your powers will come back."

So off she goes to bed. When she wakes up in the morning, she comes
out and blinks rapidly at me. "Daddy, my powers are back." I fall down
as she zaps me with her eye beams.

"Oh no, you got me with your eye beams."

"They are not eye beams, Daddy. They’re lasers."

"Oh. Well, you got me with your lasers!" She smiles and laughs and chases me around the house. I tell you, it’s a riot.

Figured out what Jessie’s bad habit is. She likes to shred things. Note to Olaia, keep your toys put away… hmmm, maybe I can work this to my advantage *GRIN*.

Quote came to me in the car coming home from Reserve Duty. Don’t risk your life uselessly. USE it riskily. I was just thinking about people that have to thrill themselves with risk, bungie jumping, extreme sports, running with the bulls, whatever we can dream up to tempt death. This isn’t a useful way to spend your life. Now if you risk yourself in the service of others, save a buddy, stop a crime, struggle against politcal or religious oppression, do charity work in crime ridden areas etc. Now these are uses, and I imagine you’ll feel a lot more alive.

We went to a birthday party for one of Laura’s cousin’s daughters, Ana Isabel. It was in Guayama where Laura’s Uncle, Tio Benny (hehe, Tio means uncle… so that’s Uncle, Uncle Benny) has horses. At first Olaia was a little tentative. We finished one and a half laps and she said to me, "Daddy, I’m done."

"Oh, okay, little girl."

We went inside to play party games, run around, snack etc… and she kept trying to sneak out to see the horses. Hehe, that little girl finished the day with about 10 laps on the horseys.

We also picked up a cute little stray dog that we named Jessie, after the Jessie from Toy Story II (whom Olaia loves). This little dog was recently abandoned and we gave her a new home, so it seemed the right name. She was lost and now she is found. And she IS the sweetest little dog. At 10 weeks, she is a little bundle of energy, but I can not figure out why someone would have abandoned her that way. Some people.