Mother's Day, Aught Seven

Last Tuesday, May 8th, we took these photos of Emilio in anticipation of last Sunday's Mother's Day celebration. The photos we get from the digital camera that we use for the videos on this blog don't have a high enough pixel rate to produce quality prints, but these do.

I framed a 5" x 7" shot of the smiling photo at left for Mari, which we gave to her along with a card, candles (ripe papaya and black currant scents) and some lotion bought at the Kopi Cafe on Clark Street.

On the big day, the three of us enjoyed a long walk through the neighborhood and menus chosen by Emilio's mom, including an Einstein bagel breakfast on the sunny patio behind the restaurant, and home-cooked burgers with avocado slices for dinner with Dove bar desserts.

Between meals, we did some apartment hunting and took naps.

We also watched some TV together for the first time in a long while: Saturday Night Live, hosted by Molly Shannon.

Who is "Ga-ga"?

I know "Ma-Ma" and I know "Da-Da." But "Ga-Ga"? I don't know. Emilio finds this to be terribly funny.


More of the same.

Arlene's Arc

On Saturday Emilio received a gift from Aunt Arlene which was mailed to him by Grandmother and Granddaddy: it's a Noah's Arc and all the animals sound off when you push them with your figner. Emilio loves it.

Hola, che!

On Wednesday the 2nd, we got a call from Mari's cousin Juan Manuel and her aunt Teresa who had been visiting New York City (Teresa made a presentation at an convention for orthodontics) and they told us that they had found a cheap flight to Chicago and were considering making a quick trip to the Big Windy before returning to Buenos Aires on Sunday. We said "c'mon," Mari walked around the Loop with them after she got out of school on Friday and then brought them back to the house where they met Emilio. While Teresa made a call back to Good Airs, Emilio covered the body parts with Juan Manuel, and then gave him a little taste of Chicago-style dancin'. Now you are there:

The Cleaning of the Neck

The Squeaky Wheel

The Diner Falls

This documentary footage shows how Emilio, who had refused to submit to the Nap Gods just a matter of minutes before these images were taken, slowly lowers himself into the arms of Morpheus before he has quite reached the clean-bowl finish line. Good sport that he is, Emilio takes on the last few spoonfuls of apple sauce on auto pilot before he is air-lifted into his crib. The string cheese strips left on the battlefield will be consumed by his father.