toby of the day, 5.25.2008

In 2006 we attended our first carnivale parade here in the city. Because it was our first, and because jon was worried that we might miss it, we were two of the first people on the street and we sat quietly on a curb for an hour and a half or so, awaiting the floats full of scantily clad dancers in feathered headdresses. Apparently, the parade doesn't move very fast, so while it might start somewhere at 9, that somewhere was not at the curb where we were sitting. In 2007, we timed our attendance better so that we arrived when the parade was bustling. Of course that meant trying to weave my bulky pregnant belly through the crowds to a place where we could see the action. this year, we were confident our timing would be perfect, until we stopped off at delfina for wine, house cured salume, and pizza (with spring onions and guanciale). during our leisurely lunch, we sat next to another couple with a wee one. Theirs was a daughter a couple months older than toby. They were kinda different from us. For example, as we ate the breadsticks at our table, it occurred to us that toby might enjoy them, so we focused our resolve on not eating them all before he woke up. At their table, when the wee one got a hold of a breadstick the air suddenly filled with panicked screaming as the mom raced over, stuck all her fingers into her daughters mouth, and pulled out a drool soaked (and rather mushy I might add) chunk of breadstick. The panicked screaming was followed by grumpy and uncomfortable crying from the daughter and wimpering apologies from her dad for allowing her to get a hold of the offending breadstick. When we went to leave, the mom asked if toby was crawling yet and I said that, crazy enough, he was actually walking already. She said you mean he’s “cruising”, our daughter is doing that too. Not knowing what cruising was I of course asked, “you mean for chicks?” she gave an awkward laugh and then she turned back to me and recited a line that I got the impression she uses often “well, by kindergarten, they’ll all be walking and potty trained, right?” she laughed awkwardly again. I said I sure hoped so and we handed toby a breadstick and headed off to meet isaac and show toby some scantily clad dancers in feathered headdresses. as we walked Jon and I laughed at how weird the interaction had been and how awesome we are in comparison. of course, moments later we had to stop patting ourselves on the back as we reached the parade just as the last car rounded the corner and headed back to the staging area. we may not be quite as awesome as we thought, but we did learn some things: 9 is too early, 2 is too late, and guanciale is delicious.

toby of the day, 5.22.2008

Apparently, ted turner’s first word was “pretty” which he uttered while watching a butterfly. He tells this story as demonstration of his lifelong commitment to environmentalism. I wonder if you’re trying to convince people of your commitment to something, if this is a fruitful strategy. I admit that I never really thought of ted turner media tycoon as ted turner staunch environmentalist. But certainly, since I have trouble believing that his first word didn’t involve long vowels, soft consonants, and repeated syllables, I’m not more convinced of his love of the environment after hearing this “pretty” nonsense. Ted turner, expert storyteller: yes. Ted turner, environmentalist: eh, I can’t really say. I also wonder, if the story is true, whether his parents made predictions about him based on his first word, like “maybe our son will be a biologist, or a lover of nature, or an irritating guy who always states the obvious.” I muse about these things because today toby said his first word. It’s a word that may signal his becoming a voice for his generation as they face environmental or geopolitical catastrophe, or maybe it’s just a verbal prelude to his response when we catch him smoking or he finds himself in his first a bar fight. Regardless, I suspect it will serve him well in the future, and will easily fit whatever story he needs it to whether he’s a savvy venture capitalist or an unemployed guitarist. And of course it will serve us well when toby tells us of his dreams to become either a savvy venture capitalist or an unemployed guitarist. That word, of course, is ‘uh-oh’.

toby of the day, 5.18.2008

today is bay to breakers, an annual “race” where several thousand people “run” from the bay to the ocean. The race begins with actual runners, most of them wearing sensible running shoes and attire, except for a few old naked people wearing only sensible shoes. Actually, truth be told, we have never witnessed this part of the race because they run at the typical running time of day well before we’re ready to even think about leaving the house. So they may be wearing funny hats or something, we can’t say for sure. Regardless, these runners are followed by a second wave of people dressed in clever costumes that they have thoughtfully put together to allow them to run or walk quickly, usually in pairs or trios, along the route. Most everyone is wearing an official race number, including the old, naked people. Some of them carry bottled water. In the third wave, the costumes become less clever and the shopping carts and other smaller wheeled alcohol carrying contraptions emerge. The number of people wearing official numbers declines, as does the number of people wearing sensible footwear. the old naked people are joined by naked people who are less old. In the final installment, most participants either have their own small wheeled alcohol carrying contraption or are members of a float entourage, where they are required to help move an enormous portable bar along the route. You can tell the members of a float entourage because they are dressed as 1) pirates 2) tiki bar patrons 3) vikings. No one has an official number or sensible shoes. Except for the police who follow the last of the “runners” and try to keep them from defacing the conservatory of flowers or passing out in the street. We have never participated in bay to breakers, but instead, each year we sit on the sidelines and watch the parade evolve. This year, toby got to see lots of old naked people, some mildly clever costumes, and a few shopping carts full of beer, though we did take him home before the pirates arrived, lest he get swept away and end up doing keg stands on one of the moveable bars. We’ll save that for next year.

toby of the day, 5.17.2008

today we went to a birthday party for genki, provider of 85% of toby’s clothes, and 100% of his swings, bouncers, entertainers, and changing tables. Genki just turned two. One of his gifts was a baseball bat and helmet which he wore for protection while he tested the bat on the walls, furniture, and our camera and which he found much more exciting than the book that we gave him. Even though it was a pretty cool book. Cute pictures, funny text. But that’s okay, I can understand. In fact, I’m secretly looking forward to receiving the baseball set as a hand-me-down so toby can bat at our walls, furniture, and camera. of course, then we’ll need is someone to hand us down another camera. On second thought, maybe we’re better off with the book. cute pictures, funny text, no broken cameras.

toby of the day, 5.15.2008

I hate to say it, but it’s hot. I know that it could be hotter. I know that when we lived in Austin, this would not have crossed my threshold for hot. Certainly, I am not stripped down to my skivvies, soaking the sofa with my sweat, unable to do anything except wonder why we don’t have central air conditioning, and worry each time sweat drips from my forehead that it is my brain melting. But today has been quite warm. To deal with the heat wave, Toby and I spent the afternoon in a shady spot in the park, with toby picking flowers and me trying to intercept his chubby yet nimble fingers before he could eat them. When we weren’t eating flowers, or really, when toby was eating flowers but I was pretending not to notice, we watched a girls soccer team practicing. I just read an article about girls blowing out their knees playing soccer and wondered whether such a fate awaited any of these girls. I wondered this until the coach escorted one of the players to the restroom and while he was gone the rest of the girls took all the cones that had been set up for their drills and wore them as hats. Then they all sat down in the shade drinking water and complaining about the heat. Confident that their knees were safe for the time being, I returned to plucking daisies from toby’s mouth and waiting for the fog to return.

toby of the day, 5.14.2008

So toby has been kind of shuffling around for about a week. Not quite walking, certainly not for any considerable distance, but also not just standing still. Last night I think he made his biggest advance, travelling upright for a few feet before returning to his standard mobile downward dog style crawl. Then today I picked him up from daycare and denise told me he had been running around all afternoon. Since it had only been 9 hours or so since I last saw toby, I of course assumed she was exaggerating, or crazy. But It turns out she was neither. As I set toby down this evening he essentially took off, waddling his way through the living room. I guess when you’re ten months old, a lot can happen in 9 hours.

toby of the day, 5.11.2008

Jon and I study birds. Singing birds to be precise. And while what we know about birds may not be nearly as exciting to reveal at parties as the things we know about lizards (for example, lizards have two penises), we know a lot of arcane facts about birds. However, despite our vast bird knowledge, we know absolutely nothing about this bird. We discovered it pecking our sofa the other night. It appears very hungry as it will peck at almost any surface –coffee tables, rugs, your chest. Fortunately it is a large bird, so perhaps we can keep it without worrying that we will return home one day to a pile of feathers and two full cats. If anything, it looks like the cats are the ones who should worry, it might try to peck them next.