Two New Looks

The first is John's Beijing Beijing I love Beijing look. He wasn't a fan of the outfit. Maureen and I were tempted to pose him with some tape on his eyes to pull them back, but we know what happened when the Spanish basketball and tennis teams did that. Really, some people are too sensitive and can't take a joke. When we were little, we used to play the "Chineses, Japanese, dirty knees, look at these joke", but now, that's too racialist for the world in which we live. Anywho, John's not a fan of China's political or economic systems, but I fear he may have to learn to speak Chinese if he wants to be a mover and a shaker. I've already committed him to English, Spanish (for Valentina), German (for Leni), and French (also for Valentina). Chinese may just be pushing it.

The second look is John's rocker look. Maureen decided to stand up his hair. I wanted to comb it since I'm a square, but she wanted to try something different. I'll say it's different. At least, he doesn't look like a hippie. No son of mine will ever look like a hippie. As you can tell from my rantings, I'm a bit of a conservative.

A Remembrance from the Delivery Room

Some time on the 6th of July, we'd been in the delivery room for God knows how long. I was getting kind of loopy. Maureen was feeling just great on drugs. Somehow, her mother and I started talking about the song, Ol' Man River. So, Maureen's all doped up, John's refusing to come out of the womb, and Grammy Brady and I are singing Ol' Man River. I thought I'd add this clip to remind Maureen of the delivery room. Plus, I'll make sure John sings it during his audition for American Idol in 15-years.

It's not one of her favorite songs. One time, I apparently rambled on and on and on about Showboat after I'd had quite a few cocktails. I just wouldn't shut up. Oh well, it is a great show and movie.

I don't agree with Paul Robeson's politics (Pure Communism has proven to be a failure.); however, he had quite the voice...especially on Ol' Man River. It's one of those songs that I think most people can relate to at different points in their life. Sure, we can't relate to the slavery aspect, but anyone who has ever worked a day in his/her life can apply it.

A Regular Kind of Guy

Nuff said.

Happy John

This was taken today. For some reason after 90-minutes of non-stop crying, our John decided to be happy for a good fifteen minutes. Maybe we should get him on some sort of medication to even him out. I'm all for better living through chemistry.

Here's one of the better shots from out photo shoot this afternoon. Once again, he's extending his arm up in the air as if to say, "I'm Number One!" We're just glad he doesn't extend the wrong finger when he does this. That would be bad, but our John is far from being an incorrigible lad. Dare I say it, "John is DA BOMB!!!"

John's First Attempt At Footwear

Someone was kind enough to give these duck booties to John. I'm not exactly sure who. That's Maureen's department. I'm basically the porter. Anywho, he took to wearing them without fussing too much. We tried to put some other shoes on him, but his feet were too big. I refuse to buy shoes for him since he'll grow out of them in 2-weeks.

For the most part, he's goood with half the things we do. He's got a check-up in two weeks, so we'll see how he's doing health-wise. I have no fears. The boy eats as if there were no tomorrow and he's taking to sleeping at longer intervals at nights. Let's hope he keeps this up and lets us catch up at Lilly White's Party. For those of you out of the know, that means catch up on sleep.

John and His Future Mother-In-Law

John and I spent some quality father-son time this morning while Maureen went to prepare her classroom for the school year. In between his fits of crying, we had an important talk about his future. Whilst discussing his betrothal, his future mother-in-law, Heidi Klum, came on the screen. He had a stopped his caterwauling and just chilled. I think his future with Leni will be just fine. He already likes his mother-in-law.

For Matthew David Gonzalez

Matthew is one of John's cousins. He has a twin sister, Samantha. We haven't really written about them just yet, but I thought I post this video since it was one of his favorites a couple of years ago.





Imagine a 5-year old boy in a tux at our wedding standing up on a chair and singing this song. That's our Matthew for you. He's also quite the dancer. He was serving people on the dance floor like nobody's business. If you don't know what serving on the dance floor is, then you haven't seen You Got Served. They play it on HBO like every other day, so you should be able to catch it.

When we went to the twins' First Communion in April, Maureen was 6-months pregnant. After Matthew opened his gifts, he came over to give me a hug then he launched himself onto Maureen. We told him to be carefuls since his cousin was in Maureen's belly. At that point, Matthew says, "My cousin is in there? Well, here's pinch to grow an inch" as he proceeded to pinch Maureens belly. That boy

The Great Cornhoolio?

Maureen says that our John acts like the Great Cornhoolio when he gets really hungry. You decide. He starts moving his little arms back and forth and starts grunting. That I can see, but I certainly hope that he doesn't start saying things like, "I AM THE GREAT CORNHOOLIO!!! ARE YOU THREATENING ME??!!??" We can do without the aggro behavior. I'll get a better video to show JD spazzing out over food, but here's a cute one and under it you'll have the real great Cornhoolio.



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Just think, in 12 or 13 years, John will be walking around with a Metallica T-shirt over his head and telling people he is the great Cornhoolio. It makes a father proud.

Johnny Polo Goes To St. Anastasia School

Maureen decided to take Johnny into school while she set-up the classroom this past Monday. She said that she had to dress him in Ralph Lauren for her co-workers. Personally, I don't think he needs to dress up in his preppy clothes. He has what the French call: Je ne sais quoi. He's got charm and charisma to wrap anyone around his finger. God help Maureen and me when he's older. I can just imagine not being able to say no to him.

Monday, he did a great job and was a very good boy. He had two little mommies, Alyssa and Lily (that's Lily on the left), looking over him. Tuesday, he wasn't that good. For that reason, he spent today with Grandma and Grandpa. They said he was a good little guy. I still don't believe that he was perfect, but I'll take it nonetheless.

In case you are wondering, that's his signature pose. We haven't come up with a name for it, but we like to think of it as his way of showing that he's ready to jump into the life. It's almost like Superman taking off for flight. Ave et Vale, as I learned in Latin class at St. Genevieve. Hail and farewell!

The People Have Spoken

Thank GOD our readers have agreed and chosen Highlights for Children as the magazine that we should get for John. I was a little scared that I'd have to get John a subscription to Playboy before he knows what a naked lady is. When he's older, if he promises to read the articles, he may be allowed to have a subscription to Playboy once he moves out. I don't think his mother or grandmothers would approve; however, I must stress that there are some great articles and interviews in it.

Anywho, back to Highlights. I remember being in Dr. Parker's waiting room with that seventies medicinal smell and looking through the Highlights magazine. My favorite section was the Hidden Pictures. Invariably, the hidden pictures were always circled, so it wasn't much fun. I'm just pleased it's still published with many fine articles for children.

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Be on the lookout for our next pole.

John Enjoys A Nice Massage

John enjoys the a relaxing head massage courtesy of his mother.

More Photos of John

Our John is quite exciting and entertaining. He likes to read US Magazine. He was quite excited to read all about the Tears, Joy & Scandal at the Olympics. He needs to keep up with the jet set crowd if he one day wishes to rule the world as a famous international playboy like Porfirio Rubirosa.

Hola, Salma y Valentina

It's never to early to start thinking about the future. For that reason, on behalf of Maurenn, I'd like to extend this offer to Salma Hayek. If you'd ever like to set-up a play date for Valentina, we'd be more than happy to bring John over to play with her. He's going to learn Spanish and he may just learn to speak French while he's at it. We haven't decided on that. We want to be like that annoying couple on The Real Housewives of New York City that keep on telling their son, Johan, "En Francais" when they ask him a question.

Ayyyyyy Numbah One!!! HE'S THE DUKE!!!

John, Maureen, and I were watching HSN last night. Esteban was making an appearance. For those of you who don't know who he is, Esteban is a classical guitar player. The creepy thing about him is that he tends to dress like Zorro and he has super sharp nails to play the guitar, but those nails make him look like the devil.

So, here's a clip of John delighting us with his charm. He gets that from his mother. John likes to put his hand up like that as if to say, "I'm number one! I'm number one!" Yes, John is number one in the hearts and minds of all his fans.

Only certain people will get the title of this post. You have to be a fan of John Carpenter's Escape From New York to get it. For that reason, I think only one or two of the regular readers will get it.

John's Musical Taste

Right now, our John enjoys the classic stylings of Beethoven and Mozart. It seems that all his baby toys have classical compositions as the music. He love Beethoven's Fur Elise. I have to sit there and sing it to him to calm him down. There aren't any words to it, but I just have to mimic the sounds of the notes with "doos". For example:

Doo doo doo doo doo dooooo

Dooo dooo dooo

Doo doo doo

It always calms him down. I finally broke down and bought it on Itunes, but I fear he likes my rendition better. I may just have to purchase a piano and learn to play it or John will learn to play it when he takes piano lessons.

While on the Itunes site, I also purchased Henry Mancini's Baby Elephant Walk. Every small child loves it. We learned this back when Cousin Alexis aka Kievy was a little toddler. She'd stop by my room and start dancing to it. So, let's hope he's like his cousin and enjoys it. If not, I've just wasted $0.99.

Happy Baby

In case you are wondering why John looks so happy, there are two possibilities:





1. He's looking at his lovely mother as she smiles and says nice things to him.

2. He's knows he's about to eat.

I tend to think it's both. He loves to look at Maureen, but he also loves to eat. He's stopped acting like a little cat to push away the bottle. I suppose he's learned that behavior delayed his meals. Our Johnny's growing up.

(Ed)

Is this the little boy I carried?

Is this the little boy at play?

(Maureen)

I don't remember growing older

When did He?

(Ed)

When did he get to be so handsome?

When did he get to be so strong?

(Maureen)

Wasn't it yesterday

When he was small?

(The denizens of Citrus Avenue)

Sunrise, sunset

Sunrise, sunset

Swiftly flow the days

Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers

Blossoming even as we gaze

Wow, I suddenly feel old. Well, not too old. I'm glad I won't be that ancient geezer of a dad at John's high school graduation where people will be turning around and asking: Who's Methuselah?

Le Petit Prince

Did I not tell you that his theme song was Princes of the Universe?



John would not be able to wear this sleeping outfit if he were not a prince. That would be false advertising.

Being the prince that he is, he sleeps quite well in his crib; however, there are times that he just feels the need to sleep in something that isn't quite as confining. Yes, he kicked us out of the bed this morning, so he could enjoy the size and comfort of a California King sized bed. He's the prince, how can we say no?



He may be small, but he has the style, charm, and charisma to carry it off, don't you think? Now that he's worn his jammies, I'll have to go dig up my copy of The Little Prince. It's in French, so we'll read it to him and always ask him questions, but remind him to answer "En Francais". He'll learn French, or he's going to turn into a sensitive song writer like Morrissey and go to Indiana to where James Dean was born and shoot a video for a song that has nothing to do with Indiana or James Dean. I'm good with either way.

Dancing King

John is going to have to learn to be a great dancer if he's going to be an escort at debutante balls when he's a little older. I'd say this is a pretty good start.

Well, he's far superior to Jean Claude Van Damme. He can't quite do the Van Damme split just yet, but we are working on his flexibility. One day, he'll win American Idol and So You Think You Can Dance. A couple of years later when his star begins to fade, he'll go on Dancing with the Stars and win that. John is like a force of nature. He can't be stopped. Some have called me a scary stage dad like that guy on American Idol, but I like to think of it as being proactively involved in the future success of my son.

Dr Doolittle or The Ghost Whisperer? You Decide

John has recently started to interact with things in his surroundings. It started the other day with his Gymini. Apparently, he started talking to all the little animals that hang from the arches. Here's a video of our boy interacting with the multi-colored monkey. For purposes of this post, let's call the monkey Koko.

If you ask me who he's talking to, I'd say it's ghosts. Any casual viewer of The Ghost Whisperer can tell you that children are more in tune with the spiritual world. I'm sure there have been many elderly tennants in our building that have passed away in the building. One paramedic once told us that there are two reasons that they get calls to Park La Brea: 1. Birth; and 2. Death. I'm sure John's talking to that ghost that I once saw hovering next to Maureen.

Big Sunday

Yesterday was Don Juan aka Papa Juan aka Pappi's birthday. He was born before the official start of World War II, but not by much. John decided that we had to go take a gift over to grandma and grandpa's house. Being the young charmer that he is, he even got grandma to give him some soda (don't worry. i wouldn't do that. i have already been warned not to give him ice cream. i think he'd like it, but i don't know if his delicate constitution could handle it). So he was quite excited to see Grammy and Grampy G.

Later in the afternoon, it was time to go to the Brady Manse on Citrus Avenue to have an early birthday celebration for Uncle Rick who's birthday is on th 19th. He was born toward the latter part of one of the more tumultuous decades of the last century. It was a time where hippies drove around in the VW vans, listened to the Beatles, stopped being nice, and started being real. Yes, he was born at the end of the Sixties. I cannot speak to those times since I wasn't around, but I'm told that the hippies back then smelled just as bad as the hippies do today.

John's cousin, Adriana, took this nice photo of Uncle Rick and John. The girl is going to turn 4 in November, but she's already sharp as a tack and a fairly good photographer. She was quite attentive to John during the party. She helped to feed him, push him on a swing, and change his diaper. Well, maybe she didn't help change the diaper, but she did offer to help. I think it was the little blob of yellow goodness in John's diaper that prevented her from helping. I don't blame her. I still get freaked out and pray that he doesn't have poop in his diaper when I go to change him.

Anwho, Adriana kept fawning all over John and telling him that she loves him. She's serving notice that she wants to be John's favorite cousin. The rest of you cousins need to step up your efforts to curry favor with John.

Like Grandfather, Like Grandson

I defy anyone who has ever seen Don Juan asleep in his chair to say that John doesn't look exactly like him in this photo. I always think of a parrot when I see their chins burried in their chests. I DARE YOU!!

Remember, if you disagree with me, I'm a world famous blogger (well, at least in my own mind) and I can get things up pretty quickly onto the internet.

John's Crib

I learned something about Russian orphanages yesterday. Apparently, there is no color in the nurserys. So, Grammy Brady was quite pleased when Maureen purchased this colorful mobile that plays music. He already had a really nice navy blue and white mobile with sailboats, but it didn't have color. Thanks Mother Brady for the tid bit becasue our baby is not a Russian orphan. She wouldn't tell me her source. I think she heard it on Coast to Coast AM with George Noory. When they aren't talking about aliens, shadow people, time travel, or other weird stuff, Art Bell used to talk about Russia. I miss Art Bell. He was soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo entertaining.

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Sorry Maureen

The votes are in and the people have spoken. It looks like people want John to go to UCLA (50%). Apparently not enough of your friends have been reading this blog. Either that or they were offended by my comments about their university (LMU 35%). Oh well, I regret nothing I have written. I just speak my mind. The First Amendment to the Constitution of the United States of American guarantees that right to me. God bless our Founding Fathers!!

It must be noted that we will not force John to go to UCLA (as much as I'd like him to go there). If he chooses to go to a very liberal Catholic university in Westchester, CA, his parents better win the lottery because it's not cheap. If he chooses to go to a super liberal public university in Westwood, CA, his parents' pocket book shouldn't take too much of a hit. Whatever he decides is fine with me...as long as he doesn't go to any school associated with the Church of Scientology or the business practices of L. Ron Hubbard.

John Goes Behind the Orange Curtain

Maureen decided to go to her favorite retailer today to buy some make-up and look at some clothes for the boy. Yes, she paid a visit to Neiman Marcus and purchased some make-up and an after baptism outfit for John. The outfit is a Florence Eiseman. Apparently, anyone who's in the know knows who Florence Eiseman is. I guess I'm not in the know because I was nonplussed and unmoved when she told me. She's quite excited with the prospect of changing him out of his baptismal gown and putting him in the blue romper by this Florence Eiseman. Oh well, I have been told: Happy Wife = Happy Life.



Then she goes on to tell me that she did all this at the Neiman Marcus on Fashion Island. That got my dander up. There's a Neiman Marcus not 10-minutes from our apartment on Wilshire. In this day and age when gas costs $4.05/gallon unleaded, I have asked her to refrain from doing that again. Sure, John likes the long car rides and it allows Maureen to get out and about after one month of not really leaving the apartment, but the cost of gas is just too crazy to drive down there for a shopping excursion at the moment. Enough of my frugal rantings. I'm beginning to sound like John Kobylt on KFI, more stimulating Talk Radio.

Notice how the boy smiles in both pictures. He does that for his mother on command, but it takes forever for him to smile at me. I think he inherited that from me. We both like to flash MAGNUM only when necessary...if you don't understand that, go rent Zoolander. It's 90-minutes of mindless fun and David Bowie has a great cameo.

It's Official

He has such a lovely head of hair. I can't wait to take him into Jerry's Barber Shop to show it off.

Tubby Time

If you listen closely, you'll hear Maureen make an interesting comment within the opening seconds of this clip. John relieved himself. Fortunately, the stream wasn't too strong. It was barely a trickle that resembled that of a broken down water fountain at a Catholic elementary school that's been in dire need of repairs for 20-years.

John is learning to enjoy his baths. If he ever plans to graduate from the Handsome Boy School of Modeling and join the likes of Hansel, Zoolander, Markus, or that black guy from the Unbreak My Heart Video (his name escapes me at the moment, but he was also in Britney Spears' Toxic video), he'll have to learn to enjoy his beauty treatments.

A funny thing (aside from his little trickle of pee) happened. Just as Maureen placed him in the water, John literally floated an air biscuit. He created a little stream of bubbles that reminded me of a really bad episode of Blind Date where the dates would end up in a jacuzzi at Splash on Third Street. It also reminded me of every single episode of that bad spanish knock off of blind date called Buscando Amor where they'd ALWAYS wind up in a jacuzzi at the Sportsman's Lodge in Studio City. He continued to toot to his hearts desire. When he's out of the water and releases a bottom burp, he ususally smiles. He's already on his way to being like 95% of the men in the world who enjoy a good fart joke.

BM's

I know it's not a great subject, but it is one that I must address. Yesterday and this morning, I had the most unfortunate experience to change John after he had created a mess in his diaper. I say created a mess because that is exactly what he did. It was all over. I have no idea how it got to some of the places that it did, but I was less than enthusiastic about it. Maureen says it's a daily occurrence for her, but I can only speak to my dismay.

Anywho, I'd like to start giving John fiber tablets or powders. I figure that would help congeal his slurry (I call it that because that's what it is) into a nice little lump. It'll be much easier to clean and all will be right in the world. DON'T WORRY. I'M NOT GOING TO DO THAT. I'm just saying that it might make clean-up a little easier. Oh well, one can dream, can't he?

John Likes Magua

My boy and I were watching The Last of the Mohicans on Thursday night. Do you think he liked the hero, Hawkeye? Oh no, he liked Magua, the renegade Huron. In my opinion, Magua is one of the most EVIL fictional characters ever. His speech about putting the gray hair's, Col. Munroe, children under the knife so the gray hair's seed will be wiped off the face of the earth is one of the most wicked things you'll ever hear. Wes Studi brings such a cold blooded reading of that speech. It gives me chills, but as you can see, John seemed to enjoy it in the clip below.

Really, the movie is not a substitute for the book, but it was a great film. Maybe, I'll stop reading from the writings of Abraham Lincoln. He doesn't seem to respond to the writings of our 16th president. Perhaps, I should switch to some sort of poetry or that book of daily life lessons written by the Rev Joseph "Run" Simmons. Remember, reading is fundamental.

John's Big Night

Last Night, John went over to Grandma and Grandpa G's becuase

Maureen and I had a wedding to attend (more on that later). His Lowther and Borrego aunts, uncles, and cousins came to see him. His cousin, Anamargarita (I call her Suri to keep things simple), wanted to get into the swing with him. She kept on saying "Please Mama." What's not to love about that little charmer.

They said he was a very good boy, but I don't know if that was true. Knowing my son as I do, I tend to think of him like that Elvis song, Devil in Disguise:

You look like an angel

Walk like an angel

Talk like an angel

But I got wise

You're the devil in disguise

Oh yes you are

The devil in disguise

If he truly is the devil in disguise, that's ok with me. I used to be the same way. I never got in trouble in school because teachers didn't think I would talk during class. When you are smart, you can get away with murder in school. So, we'll see how he turns out at school.

The wedding was mommy and daddy's first night out sing John was born. The wedding took place at the Bel-Air Bay Club on the patio overlooking the Pacific Ocean. The bride, Rachel, looked radiant and the groom, Kevin, had a damn fine haircut. His new sister-in-law referred to it as the "George W", but I think it looked rather smart. I even commented to Maureen about it when he walked out.

As the ceremony started, a plane flew overhead. My feeling was that it was some papparazzo trying to get photos of a celebrity wedding. Sorry, the Bel-Air Bay Club doesn't admit those people as members. They casue too much drama and trouble.

The reception was quite nice. We sat at a Cousin's table. Rachel's cousins from Midland, New York, and Miami were quite delightful. They were full of life and seemed genuinely interested about John. Unfortunately, we had to leave at 9:30 to go pick up the Prince of the Universe.

When we got to Grandma and Grandpa's, John was whining. He tends to do that when he's sleepy. We tried to get him in his car seat, but he wouldn't have any of that. I had to resort to putting him in the swing. That mellowed him out. By the time, we made a left onto the street, he was out like a light. I wish I could fall asleep like that.

One Month Old

John is officially one month old. Apparently, he was acting like quite the fussbudget this afternoon. I do not find that hard to believe at all. Our John is still discovering his voice and he hasn't quite learned the concept of respect. I have had many conversations with the boy on the topic, but I don't think it's sunk in yet.

Anyway, I don't know what'll be the viewing agenda tonight. It is the season finale of So You Think You Can Dance. John doesn't like Katie. He shakes violently when he sees her dance. He didn't like her wishy-washy nature in the Las Vegas editions. Go Josh or Twitch!!

Free Photos

Unlike the Pitt-Jolie's , the McConnaghey-Alves', Warren-Alba's, and the Spears-Whatever Her Baby Daddy's name is, Maureen and I choose to post photos of John for free. We feel that John is a gift to be shared with all. We do not believe in pimping our child out to the highest bidder...well, until he get's that three picture deal with Warner Brothers or Disney, then all bets are off.

I will note that the Pitt-Jolie's do donate their money to charity, so that's good, but do the others really need all the money. McConaghey and Alba make bajillions and their movies don't make any money. Maybe Jamie Lynn needs the money since I don't think Nickelodeon will welcome her backto Zoey 101. I doubt they'll allow teen mothers on their channel. Besides, I-Carly is on the channel. Who needs Jamie-Lynn when you have Miranda?

John's Matriculation After Grade 12

Maureen has already determined where John will be attending his primary and secondary education. So, I thought I'd open it up to the rest of you to give me your two cents on where he should matriculate upon completion of high school. Below, you'll find the school's and my thoughts:

Loyola Marymount University: It's been my experience that anyone who attended that school has this unnatural love for the school. They all flock to live around the campus and they attend the sporting events. Why? They haven't had a winning team in God knows how long. On top of that, there are some very liberal Jesuits there. I'm shocked they haven't been excommunicated for some of the things they've said. Then again, I shouldn't say anything bad about the Jesuits since my confirmation name is Ignatius.

UCLA: I didn't have a great experience there. I didn't have a bad experience there. It was just blah. The professors are far too liberal for my taste. I can't tell you the number of lectures that I sat through which bordered on Marxist teachings. If I were a political science major, that would have been fine, but I was an economics major. WTF?

Brymann College: Maureen and I both remember watching the commercials for this nursing school back in the day on the local tv channels (KCOP and KTTV to be precise). If John wants to be a nurse, then so be it. If Gaylord Focker could forgo medical school in favor of nursing school, JD can do it too.

Devry University: Back in the day, I remember that it was called the Devry Institute of Technology. When it changed names, I cannot recall, but their commercials always have happy people talking about their great jobs and dancing around. Who wouldn't want to be happy and dancing? Maybe Leonard Cohen, I don't know.

The Hypnosis Motivation Institute: I tossed this one in there because I used to work there. I was called a production assistant, but my title should have been Boy, as in, "Boy, go get this. Boy, drop off the mail." It's fully accredited and in a lovely spot on Ventura Blvd. Plus, they'll teach him that "Success is truly not an accident."

USC: I'm torn on this one because it is UCLA's rival school; however, John's grandfather, Dick, went there. Plus, he could make connections there that will last him a lifetime. And, it's probably not as liberal as UCLA.

Leonard Cohen Music

Last night, John and I were watching Leonard Cohen: I'm Your Man on DVR. Maureen was kind enough to record it and I was speeding through the stories and moving onto the performances. When Nick Cave started singing Suzanne, John started moving his arms and legs as if he were dancing. I told him, "John, you really don't dance to Leonard Cohen music. You just sit, think about life, and drink a manly drink. Additionally, you really can't dance to many Nick Cave songs. You just sit, think about life, and drink a manly drink." It didn't help that Nick Cave was snapping his fingers and grooving to the music. As much as I admire him, he just looks odd trying to groove to a song as such. It has soul, but it's not a soul song.

The Results Are In

The poll was a trick question. At one point or another, my hope is that John will be allowed to watch all of these programs.

John is truly excited because he'll be allowed to watch these programs at different stages of his life. Early on, he'll be allowed to watch Davey & Goliath. He'll learn all the necessary life lessons with a nice Christian message through a boy and his dog.

With Little House on the Prairie, he'll learn all about hard times, fires, floods, blindness, creepy men who wear masks, and adoption. Really, it seems that all Charles and Carolyn Ingalls did in their later years was to adopt every ragamuffin that crossed their paths.

I need not say anything about the Little Rascals. If you grew up watching them, you'd see that kids do get along. I'm tired of the people who claim that the racialist charaters (Buckwheat, Farina, and Stymie) were horrible and should be forgotten. If anything, all the kids were eqauls and got along. Plus, my hope is that John will be as spunky as a young Spanky. The best episodes featured Spanky when he was 3 or 4 years old.

As for the Warriors, it's going to be a while before John gets to watch it. I look forward to being there as he watches the movie. Hopefully, he'll enjoy it and want to put bottles on his fingers and say, "Warriors, come out to play-aaaaaaay!" If he doesn't, I'll be ok with that. Not everyone needs to love that movie.

John's Official Theme Music

I can think of no better song than Princes of the Universe by Queen.



The song describes the boy to a "T". He is a Prince of the Universe. He's badass to carry it out. Maureen and I shall enroll him in sword school since he'll have a band of immortals coming after him. Plus, it comes from Highlander (one of my favorite movies. And, it's a movie that won an Oscar for Best Movie Ever Made...or so, Ricky Bobby says.

Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Los Angeles

John made his first visit to a Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf. He feels the need to support local businesses since CB&TL was founded in Los Angeles. No, he didn't have anything to drink, but Maureen decided to take a bit of a walkabout this morning with the stroller. Mother had her standard decaffinated blended beverage and John just sat there brooding. I think he'll be like dad and take to drinking Red Bull because it really does give you wings...especially if you drink the big can.

Hmmmmmmmm, we may have to refer to him as the dark and brooding John which would be ok. Heathcliff, not the cat, but the character in Wuthering Heights, was dark and brooding and he went on to usurp the landed gentry of Thrushcross Grange. I could think of worse things than being a feared landlord.