End of Summer

Okay so summer ended some time ago... we're running alittle behind around here. however, just 3 weeks ago richardson, texas hit 90 for the last time (fingers crossed) this year... jackson and i had a pool party and then said a sad farewell to mentioned pool. the little pool in the back yard was a dear and gracious friend to us this summer... he will be greatly missed. not too greatly though because he's been replaced by a killer cozy coupe... awesome.

Welcome.

The story goes...

Moses Andrew Robertson was born Sunday, September 7th. I went into labor at 35 weeks and Jesse and I headed to the birth center at 9:15... at 10:15 it was determined that I could not deliver there due to the fact I wasn't yet 36 weeks AND the little man was breech... and at 11:29 Moses was born across the street at Baylor hospital.

Goodbye serene, comfy, cushy, birth center with your plush four post bed, selected ipod soundtrack, low lighting, memories of the birth of our first son, and the intimate ease of just my husband, midwife and doula cheering and encouraging me along... HELLO operating room. Yep, operating room... complete with the thin strap of a hard table, stadium lighting, a staff of about 12, and my husband head to toe in scrubs and a plastic eye sheild (dressed as if I might at any moment spew something toxic at him). It was entirely overwhelming, everyone was rushing, the lights were really bright...

I was told I could not deliver in a regular delivery room because the baby was breech and there was the possibility of an emergency C-section (at which time I would have been immediately drugged unconscious). Alas... there was no unconsciousness... we had a 'natural' birth amid wildly unnatural circumstances. Moses came out backwards inch by tiny inch. Oh, I was there, I remember all 19 of those inches... but it went fast. Fifteen minutes I think. The most painful part was he was taken away from me shortly after the birth for over two hours. Moses spent 48 hours in the NICU under observation and we spent a total of 4 nights and 5 days in the hospital. I didn't like it, not one bit. But praise be we are both happy, healthy and feelin' good.

We think this little man is destined to be a warrior... as my magnificant husband stated "the first thing this baby decided to show the world was his ass and balls."
I think its a telling commentary.

We came home Friday evening and are enjoying our newly expanded family. Big brother Jackson is very gentle and interested in the little guy. He's also been sick with a fever spiking to 102 all weekend (complete with nasty snotty nose), broke out in a rash today, and has about 30 ants bites on his right leg.

We're surviving.

8-8-08 LAUNCH!!!! Houston, We Have Genocide!

For those of you who still frequent this blog (both of you), I thought you might like to be privy to some extremely thrilling news. In conjunction with the (sic) joke that is the Beijing Games, the Hamster and I have launched the glorious:

http://thegoldeneight.wordpress.com

A discussion on all things Beijing while Beijing is the thing!

GO! READ! JOIN IN!

Badaboom Badabing Beijing!!!!!

A Short Genius

(Though Short On Hope) Another Dead Genius

Rock The Vote To Sleep

This morning, over eggs with THIS, I read THIS. It got me REAL steamed and I (again) jumped with both feet into THIS. But then I read THIS, and started to once again believe that, as my friend Pepe is prone to say, when it really comes down to it, the Great American Political Pastime is really just the same guy in a different THIS.

So now I'm back to THIS.

Drinks on me.

And now, an off-topic before and after montage:

Lakers-Celtics: Danielson Takes Game One

The NBA/ABC/ESPN machine has managed to get me pretty stoked about this year's finals. It all started here for me:

Actually, it probaly started here:

How historically white are the Celtics that the NBA's first hip-hop ad stars two white guys? How white are the Celtics currently? o% white. Only NBA active roster with no white or European players.

Now, I could care less, except that Paul Pierce's 'tweaked knee-carried to the locker room by teamates-only to return triumphantly and lead my team to victory'-performance last night was wildly reminiscant of, that's right, yet another certain white guy:

Who will be the hero of game two?

backlogged one

okay... let's journey back to march, march 13th, when our first born turned his first year. i've been a mother for a whole year now and feel pretty good about it. friends have called me 'a very laid back first time mom.' i've put effort into it. when jackson wouldn't eat much his first two weeks i didn't panic. i travelled alone with him back to the dominican when he was 5 weeks. no problem. he's slept for months in the heat under a mosquito net, hit the swimming pool before he was 90 days old and didn't receive all the vaccinations under the sun. helping me in the backyard garden, he's consumed enough dirt to sprout vegetables all on his own. (i try to thwart this but he's quick you see). he's had lots of bug bits, bumps and scrapes. he shares drinks with dogs, enjoys pouring sand on himself, will seek out any puddle, pot, cup or toilet bowl of water to splash in and loves putting my hair in his mouth. this is my son... this is the life he likes.

i know he will grow up and not remember all these little secrets we share. all the sometimes gross little faux pas and rules we break around here. but i promise i'll keep our secrets.
ani deFranco and i have a kid the same ago. i unabashedly hope jackson marries miss petah lucia napolitano, daughter o'ani in about 25 years. i won't tell her he recently pooped in the pool.

anyway... he's to my warm, tender, charming, adventurous, dimpled little boy who is not interested in his toys and only wants to play with his dad's wallet or the water hose.

backlogged one-b

otro vez

i haven't blogged much recently. i have a great series of thoughts and updates and questions i'd like to pose to you... but i get tired quickly these days. when jackson is down for a nap and i look around me at my messy table, the dirty dishes in the sink, weeds in the garden i'd like to terrorize and i think the thoughts in my head i'd like to write... well, i take a nap. i sleep and wake up when i hear the lad babbling on to himself. my free moments of the day escaped on the other side of my eyelids. so i tell myself this... sitting here on this couch i am accomplishing so much, my body is literally exhausting itself in putting together a babe. i feel much better. but i do miss the little communicado world going on here. so today i start my backlogged blog series... we'll see.
for those of you requesting a tummy shot... here you go. for those of you who haven't learned the news... we're 5 months into baby TWO, due the first week of October. we figured hey, we had a baby last year and it was great fun so let's do it again this year! 19 months apart. lordy.

Hot!

Getting Warmer (For MOL jr)

Warm (More for MOL jr)

Cool (For MOL jr)

Once Again Mavs, You Will Be Missed....

Your absolute inability to score points in the paint, refusal to make adjustments and lack of heart however, will not.

Edgar Poe and King Have Me All-In On The Beijing Boycott

"The Poor People's Campaign has faded from historical memory. It remains the most overlooked part of King's legacy, Wilkins said. "It remains in the shadows because King rewrote the traditional civil rights script. As long as he fed Americans images of bigoted Southern sheriffs clubbing demonstrators, people could remain comfortable. But the Poor People's Campaign gave Americans a new cast of villains: themselves. Americans didn't want to look at the face of poverty, but King was going to force them."


Click here for more of the best article you've read in weeks.

Amazing, that the more the man marched towards the gospel, the more his closest friends began to desert him and even question his sanity.

Or maybe, that's exactly what happens when we lay hands on what this gospel really means.

I've been told before that I hate America. I sure hope this isn't true. Hate is an infectious disease. Who wants that in their system? Not me. But King hits on two things here that are vital to understanding why the American Mindset and the Kingdom will always be at odds with one another:

1. The "Make-Your-Own-Way" American Spirit looks a hell of a lot like what Christ called fundamentally, sin.

2. America sees absolutely NO NEED for forgiveness of any kind for the things, as a nation we've done. (See: Christopher Columbus, Native Americans, African Americans, Manifest Destiny, Women, the Spanish-American War, and most recently, the Beijing Games. (Buy one!)

Here's my point: The majority of Americans who profess to be believers hang their hat on their personal need for forgiveness. They hear it in sermons. They read it in books. They print it on T-shirts. They put it in songs. They train teenagers to go tell Mexicans about it. They see it as essential. And (hoorah!) they are correct!! They know, full well, that the bury-it-under- the-floorboards technique is deadly, that you cannot hide from the coming judgement:

"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! - tear up the planks! here, here! - It

is the beating of his hideous heart!"

And yet, (AND YET!!!), these same folks, the very same who seem to grasp the fundamental importance of forgiveness, the very same who seem to see the futility of slapping shinola on shit, will defend, defend, and defend this nation's innocense as if it were a newborn child:

"I smiled, - for what had I to fear? I bade them search - search well. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I desired them here to rest from their fatigues, while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim."

What they claim to understand for personal salvation they deny as a nation and thus they doom it. That's just insanity.

And not the good kind:





















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March 13th, 2007

March 13th, 2008

Positively Unemployed

His Granny Fran got him that.
What's really amazing is that he put it together himself.

For And Thanks To Pepe!

Anarchy hasn't sounded this great since the Dead Kennedys (own that EP! Got it used at Vintage Vinyl in 10th grade. Ask Hamster). Missed these guys by about a week in Dallas opening for the Foo. Also, great comment thread at youtube all about how they're no longer anarchists because they wrote a catchy chorus. Classic!

Who's Coming With Me And I'm So Not Kidding!