Johan loves to sing and he is at an age where he can memorize almost anything very quickly. He sometimes misses a few words though.
"Old McDonald had a farm. Ee-eye-ee-eye-o. And on his farm he had a fight, ee-eye-ee-eye-o. With a fight fight here and a fight fight there. Here a fight, there a fight, everywhere a fight fight. Old McDonald had a farm, ee-eye-ee-eye- PUNCH!"
Hm. Hard not to laugh. But also must find balance between not condoning fighting or violence but also not overreacting to natural rough-housing and active play.
And this one:
"Shoo fly don't father me; shoo fly don't father me. Shoo fly don't father me for I belong to some mommy."
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
MSP-MIA-MSP
I am just back from a rockin' 4 days in Miami. Take some attorneys, throw in some wine, a sparkly shirt, and a rooftop poolside bar on South Beach, and it turns out it's a mix for fun. We had a great time and had some QT with our Florida friends.
What's pretty clear, though, is that I am no Miami girl. There was a time when I was still in law school that Eduardo and I thought we might move to Miami after I graduated. I think he would still be happy to head down there, actually. We were drawn to it for the warm weather, the international atmosphere, the proximity to the DR, and the ready availability of Presidente beer and Santo Domingo Cafe.
But, after spending these days in South Beach, I don't think I could live down there. I like bars where there are video games, cheap beer, and awesome juke boxes with plenty of Guns 'n' Roses and Bon Jovi songs. And I like it that I can wear jeans, a tank top (or sweater, depending on the season) and some earrings, and fit in just fine. In Miami, they have a constant techno beat, girls in tiny black dresses and 4" heels and $65 dollar pitchers of champagne/vodka/strawberry cocktails. I'm not gonna lie, those cocktails were wicked good.
And it's not that I disliked Miami. It's that 4 days was just right.
And there was plenty of just right. Four days of swimming in the ocean, drawing in the sand, eating delicious Cuban food, dinner at Michelle Bernstein's restaurant, and drinking red wine at night on the beach with the attorneys at my firm.
Now, I'm home and glad to have tucked Johan into bed after a story and a song. No 4" heels required.
What's pretty clear, though, is that I am no Miami girl. There was a time when I was still in law school that Eduardo and I thought we might move to Miami after I graduated. I think he would still be happy to head down there, actually. We were drawn to it for the warm weather, the international atmosphere, the proximity to the DR, and the ready availability of Presidente beer and Santo Domingo Cafe.
But, after spending these days in South Beach, I don't think I could live down there. I like bars where there are video games, cheap beer, and awesome juke boxes with plenty of Guns 'n' Roses and Bon Jovi songs. And I like it that I can wear jeans, a tank top (or sweater, depending on the season) and some earrings, and fit in just fine. In Miami, they have a constant techno beat, girls in tiny black dresses and 4" heels and $65 dollar pitchers of champagne/vodka/strawberry cocktails. I'm not gonna lie, those cocktails were wicked good.
And it's not that I disliked Miami. It's that 4 days was just right.
And there was plenty of just right. Four days of swimming in the ocean, drawing in the sand, eating delicious Cuban food, dinner at Michelle Bernstein's restaurant, and drinking red wine at night on the beach with the attorneys at my firm.
Now, I'm home and glad to have tucked Johan into bed after a story and a song. No 4" heels required.
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