GOD, I'm a lame-o blogger. I KNOW I am posting posts from July and it's almost September. These are just notes and I never have time to finish them. Here goes!_________________________________________________
Dear Ivo,
Today we woke up at Isabel's house and your uncle's cousins kids were there! Don't ask me what relation these kids are to you, but your grandma would know if they were second or third cousins or how far "removed" they are, but really the relationship is like a hurricane to one of those tiny umbrellas you get in your hurricane drink. They are boisterous and crazy! And you won't even utter a word in all the chaos, even though we all know that when you are at home with your peeps you talk CONSTANTLY! Io and Pico and Daphne are super adorable and energetic and cool, and I was happy to see you running off with them, as they jumped you into their gang. You especially enjoyed hanging out with Io... we know you like the older ladies.
You and I took a road trip up the coast to pick ollalieberries. This should have been a sun-soaked and bountiful adventure, but because of my poor planning and the weather, everything was grey and dark and ollalieberries were oh so scarce, being that it was the end of the season and all, so our adventure had a dark Hitchcock flavor, excepting your bright orange shirt, space jammies and teddy bear shades. Dude! You brightened up most of the coast with that outfit! It cracked me up all day.
channeling kurt cobainAlmost every single sour ollalieberry I picked, you ate, in some "Blueberries for Sal" paradigm, and I tried to lose you in the berry patch, but no go, not only did I hear you yelling, "MOM!"... you wanted me to carry you the whole way back to the car. Dang.
Then we went to some South San Francisco beach, which was even more dark and dismal than the macabre berry patch, it was like a little piece of Antarctica in Northern Cali, like an Edward Gorey beach day. People were literally trying to sleep (!) on the freezing sand, like tuberculosis patients in a sanatorium... and to top it all off, there was a dismembered seal tossing about in the waves... it's ribs pinwheeling each time it washed up on the beach, headless and fatty. A lone, skinny, turning-blue kid was building a giant sand castle on the beach as his parents? older siblings? ate metric tons of Doritos and ignored him. You and I watched him build his giant sand fortress, but you were blissfully unaware how many times a headless seal carcass almost crashed his masterpiece. Although traumatic for him, I wished for my own sake it would happen. Not many people could say that they saw THAT in their lifetimes!
We had a great day, little one. It reminded me who I am, who you are, and why we are family. I am loving watching you grow up.
Love,
Mama
Then we went to some South San Francisco beach, which was even more dark and dismal than the macabre berry patch, it was like a little piece of Antarctica in Northern Cali, like an Edward Gorey beach day. People were literally trying to sleep (!) on the freezing sand, like tuberculosis patients in a sanatorium... and to top it all off, there was a dismembered seal tossing about in the waves... it's ribs pinwheeling each time it washed up on the beach, headless and fatty. A lone, skinny, turning-blue kid was building a giant sand castle on the beach as his parents? older siblings? ate metric tons of Doritos and ignored him. You and I watched him build his giant sand fortress, but you were blissfully unaware how many times a headless seal carcass almost crashed his masterpiece. Although traumatic for him, I wished for my own sake it would happen. Not many people could say that they saw THAT in their lifetimes!
We had a great day, little one. It reminded me who I am, who you are, and why we are family. I am loving watching you grow up.
Love,
Mama
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