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May 31, 2007
"I'm having a puppet show," he said as he marked his eyelid.
Oh yes he did.
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May 29, 2007
brothers, no doubt
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May 24, 2007
ahhhhhhhhhh
my boys.
they will all have stinky feet someday, won't they?
i love it.
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staying alive. sort of.
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life of the party
Mom, as witnessed by the great crowds of people at your retirement party, you have touched many lives in many different ways. I felt so proud of you.
I'm so glad we were able to share this time with you. Here's to the future!
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May 13, 2007
visit to the barber
not a peep... not a cry... he even let Joe spray water on his head.
I told Joe, "You've performed a miracle."
Joe said, "Actually, I think he's probably just grown up."
I didn't mention to him that I almost cried five times watching him cut Gus' hair... every time I expected Gus to cry, and didn't, I would start laughing with such joy that my eyes would well up. I guess I was expecting the Gus of six months ago, or even a year ago, to cry, but the Gus of today... wow.
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May 07, 2007
generational layering
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May 04, 2007
"Tell me the protest story again," he said.
Tuesday, May 1st, brought an enormous protest to downtown Chicago. Thousands of people took part in an immigration amnesty march, which happened to take over the street I needed to cross to get back to work. It was an amazing sight. The emotion was palpable, the connection was unmistakable.
The next night, I told Gus about my experience on our way home. I was thinking it would be difficult to describe the complexity of a protest to a three-year old, but it really is basic: People are mad, but they have hope and they want change, so they gather and march together in the street. Gus was fascinated. He wanted to see a protest. So as soon as we arrived home, we opened up the computer, went on You Tube, and found some video footage of the protest. He was captivated. He wanted more.
That night in bed, he wanted me to tell him the story again. And Thursday, he wanted to hear the story about three times...and tonight, wanted to hear the story again and again about the protest and how I had to walk across.
"They were mad?" he asked.
"They were mad, but they had hope. Hope is a good thing."
We went to a playground after work. There is an ethnic festival happening at this park tomorrow, so there is a huge tent set up with a very long mini stage. We decided to run around inside, and as we were playing, I told Gus that tomorrow there was going to be a festival here.
"...and maybe a protest, too!" he said with glee.
I might have a little politico on my hands.
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May 03, 2007
hotwheels
He put them on while sitting at the table eating dinner the other night. I suddenly channeled the millions of mothers that came before me, saying, "Please take your sunglasses off, I want to see your eyes." Who am I?
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