Monthly Archives: October 2012

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Sunnysider

Chilling with people who died

As we enter into the “Halloween season” I thought I’d mention that Virginia is pretty curious about death. She’s not quite a goth? But she asks a lot of questions about how and why people die.

The words ‘dead’ and ‘died’ sometimes prove confusing for Virginia. Like last night we were reading this book called ‘Jazz on a Saturday Night’

and in the back of the book it has short biographies of the musicians referenced therein; Charlie Parker, Ella Fitzgerald, Miles Davis, Max Roach, etc. Most of the musicians are dead. She was pointing to each picture asking, “Is he… died? Mmmm, why they died??”

I informed her that Stanley Clarke and Max Roach* were still alive at which point she suggest we count how many jazz musicians were dead. Then she discovered that the book came with a CD in the back and excitedly ran out into the living room with the disk carefully cupped in both hands, to show daddy. “DADDY! THIS IS JAZZ!!”

Anyway, getting back to the dead (but never to The ‘Dead), here are some pictures the daddyman sent me today of their adventures.

She has also been quoted as saying “A cemetary is like a garbage for dead people.” Burn!

*Max Roach died in 2007

Fall and stuff

Fall is here – I can tell because everyone on earth is coughing, sneezing, and eager to get me fat with the apple cider donuts they bring to work “you know… for fun!”

Truthfully, our family all has colds as a result of Virginia now attending preschool 2 days a week. So there’s a germ monsoon, and in addition, she still refuses to wear anything long-sleeved, or shirts, or skirts, or tights, or pants. The “coziest” she’ll get is wearing a summer dress with a sweater over it and her socks pulled up to mid-calf. Last night I insisted she wear proper pajamas (long sleeved top with leggings style) and she was SO UPSET about this that she asked if she could wear a summer dress OVER her jammies.

(Just tried for 30 minutes to attach picture of this here and whadda-ya-know, my blackberry is a POS, incapable of shepherding a photo from one place to the next. Use your imagination!)

In other news, the Grammers is now 5 months old! He tried his first bites of baby oatmeal the other night (very messy) and has been holding in a poo for over 24 hours. Silly baby.