Upside Down Show

Nico really loves a program on Nick Jr called The Upside Down Show. It's an Aussie show about two brothers who live in a fantastcial house full of doors. They explore different themes like Hot and Cold or new words like Theatre and Opera. It's pretty smart, filled with lots inside jokes for the parents. Nico thinks the two guys are hilarious. Every banana peel they slip on is followed by a deep belly laugh. If Nico does something silly he tells me, "como upside down show." I was thinking of the show the other night when Nico and I were deep in our 3 a.m. sleep dance/routine. During the night Nico dreams quite a bit. He sits straight up in bed, sometimes for a few seconds only to come crashing down wherever he lands. I usually adjust myself accordingly, readjusting our bodies back into our spooned position. Throughout the night we end up perpendicular to the bed and then eventually feet at the head of the bed. When I wake up I feel so disoriented, like I'm hanging upside down. I usually pick Nico up and correct the situation, bringing our heads back to " where they should be." Just the other night I could hardly fall back to sleep, thinking about how Nico has no sense of "wrong" and how things "should be" Life is so much better that way. I need to relax and enjoy my sleep anyway I can get it, 'right' side up or down upside.

Traffic Cones

Nico first saw traffic cones when he was about 6 months old. They were mind blowing! He would squeal and jump up and down when he encountered them. His dada showed him how they could be worn as hats and used as megaphones. When he started walking we had to watch him carefully, because he would run off towards the plastic cones.
I noticed that having a baby really does reawaken your senses to the smallest details. Children remind you of the joy all around you, the colors that you have been blind to since you grew up...even the flourescent orange ones.
Today we had a bittersweet moment when on a long walk we passed by a patch of sidewalk under construction. From a distance I cringed to see about twelve cones, some double stacked. As we walked toward them I prepared for a good 20 minutes of climbing, wrangling, and coaxing. To my surprise, Nico passed through the orange Bermuda triangle with no fanfare at all. It was almost like they weren't there.
While our walk was a bit easier, it made me sad to think that perhaps he is getting older, growing calloused to the little things in life that make him a baby. Next time I see cones I'll be sure to point them out, maybe even put one on.



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Nico is into Models

We escaped the heat wave recently by ducking into our local mall in "beautiful downtown Burbank." I let Nico walk the entire mall as I chased behind him in and out of stores. He walked right into Old Navy, who had a group of mannequins standing as greeters upfront. Nico seemed so concerned for this little girl. He tried talking to her, pet her head, shook her, and finally gave her one good slap. " Snap out of it!" In the end Nico had to be carted away kicking and screaming while she just stood there staring.