Dear Andre
Okay, so I'm going to try to revive my livejournal account to keep up with Andre's developement, as I am completely incapable of updating his baby book. Andre, you decided today that you wanted to go "au bain" with your mommy. I said okay, so we went upstairs.
We were both naked, walking towards the bath. You grabbed your penis.
"Mommy! Mama! Look! My penis! It's little."
You looked at your mother.
"I don't have lots of hair like you."
Uh, thanks, Kid. It's very short at the moment, but yeah - we can't all be 3 year old bald.
I said, "Well, that's because I'm bigger than you, Boo."
He said, "My penis is little." He looked at me. "Yours is big."
Ha! How can I not love a creature who tells me I have a big dick? You say the most hilarious things, my darling. When I try to get you to try a new food (you are the pickiest eater of all time), you say, "I can't like to try that" or "I don't love that." It's so cute, but frustrating. Your father (Dada) and I have tried everything to get you to eat, but you seem honestly scared to try new foods. I'm hoping it will get better little by little. But little by little you've grown and no new foods. Ugh.
I worry that you'll be a fat kid. Yes, I'll love you, but I don't want you to be overweight. I was never an overweight child, but I can imagine that, in certain situations, it's difficult. I'm fat for the first time in my entire life, and I feel really down about my appearance, and I don't want that for you. You're a big boy - not fat, not even chubby, just tall with wide shoulders like your mom - but I'm really scared you'll turn into a statistic. Yes, I give you good food. But you won't eat it. So you eat the same thing day in and day out - corn, vegetable soup, spagheti-o's, and beanie-weenies. You're a big fruit eater, but tomatoes are out of the question. For breakfast you usually have a waffle with peanut butter or a piece of toast with pb or jelly. Then you'll have some fruit and maybe a yogurt. You won't try (not that you won't eat it - you won't even try it!) eggs, cheese, potatoes, beef, chicken (other than nuggets, which you call Chicken Nugs), pork, green beans, pea, asparagus.... The list goes on and on. I'm losing my mind. Dr. Spock tells me to be patient and just offer you things and not make a big deal about it, but I'm about to go nuts if you don't start eating better.
The gallery is surviving, considering the economy, but I'm constantly stressed for money. I'm robbing Peter to pay Paul at this point. The gallery's credit card (which is in my name) is at about $23,000 and I put about $4,000 a month to it. I'm caught up through mid April with my artists, and rent is paid, but I'm getting nervous. My next show is Josef Hofelehner, and Tres likes 40 of them. If he'll go for that many, I can put a good chunk towards my credit card bill and be able to breathe. If he doesn't.....
We've been listening to a lot of Michael Jackson (he died last week). I've always sung "Man in the Mirror" to you, and you really like it when I put in all the "Woo"s and breaths. I'm more depressed about his death than I would have expected. I think it makes me realize how old I am, and with each watching of his videos, I transport to being 7 or 8 or 12 years old and realize how much easier my life was then. All the dreams I had. All the hopes. All the certainty that only a child can feel. But now....
But then I realize that if I were 12 years old, I wouldn't know you, Boo, and that brings me back to the absolute happiness I feel with you. You're such a smart, funny little boy. You really love your school (it's so expensive! Jeez Louise. Can't wait for kindergarten lol), and you learn so much. You're in gymnastics there on Wednesdays, and I love logging in to the website to see you do your Mousersize and turn a summersault. On Thursdays, you have splash day and I have to pack a picknik lunch. Miss Kim tried to end lunch time and take away your cheetos, and she said you turned into a monster and were very angry with her. Ha! No one can get between Andre and his cheetos. You had already eaten your pb sandwich (on wheat), apples, and strawberries, but had obviously saved your cheetos for last. Ah. I never give you fun foods like that, but I wanted to that day and Miss Kim tried to ruin it! Oh well.
That's it for now. I'm exhausted. Will try to update more often in the future.
All my love,
Mommy.
We were both naked, walking towards the bath. You grabbed your penis.
"Mommy! Mama! Look! My penis! It's little."
You looked at your mother.
"I don't have lots of hair like you."
Uh, thanks, Kid. It's very short at the moment, but yeah - we can't all be 3 year old bald.
I said, "Well, that's because I'm bigger than you, Boo."
He said, "My penis is little." He looked at me. "Yours is big."
Ha! How can I not love a creature who tells me I have a big dick? You say the most hilarious things, my darling. When I try to get you to try a new food (you are the pickiest eater of all time), you say, "I can't like to try that" or "I don't love that." It's so cute, but frustrating. Your father (Dada) and I have tried everything to get you to eat, but you seem honestly scared to try new foods. I'm hoping it will get better little by little. But little by little you've grown and no new foods. Ugh.
I worry that you'll be a fat kid. Yes, I'll love you, but I don't want you to be overweight. I was never an overweight child, but I can imagine that, in certain situations, it's difficult. I'm fat for the first time in my entire life, and I feel really down about my appearance, and I don't want that for you. You're a big boy - not fat, not even chubby, just tall with wide shoulders like your mom - but I'm really scared you'll turn into a statistic. Yes, I give you good food. But you won't eat it. So you eat the same thing day in and day out - corn, vegetable soup, spagheti-o's, and beanie-weenies. You're a big fruit eater, but tomatoes are out of the question. For breakfast you usually have a waffle with peanut butter or a piece of toast with pb or jelly. Then you'll have some fruit and maybe a yogurt. You won't try (not that you won't eat it - you won't even try it!) eggs, cheese, potatoes, beef, chicken (other than nuggets, which you call Chicken Nugs), pork, green beans, pea, asparagus.... The list goes on and on. I'm losing my mind. Dr. Spock tells me to be patient and just offer you things and not make a big deal about it, but I'm about to go nuts if you don't start eating better.
The gallery is surviving, considering the economy, but I'm constantly stressed for money. I'm robbing Peter to pay Paul at this point. The gallery's credit card (which is in my name) is at about $23,000 and I put about $4,000 a month to it. I'm caught up through mid April with my artists, and rent is paid, but I'm getting nervous. My next show is Josef Hofelehner, and Tres likes 40 of them. If he'll go for that many, I can put a good chunk towards my credit card bill and be able to breathe. If he doesn't.....
We've been listening to a lot of Michael Jackson (he died last week). I've always sung "Man in the Mirror" to you, and you really like it when I put in all the "Woo"s and breaths. I'm more depressed about his death than I would have expected. I think it makes me realize how old I am, and with each watching of his videos, I transport to being 7 or 8 or 12 years old and realize how much easier my life was then. All the dreams I had. All the hopes. All the certainty that only a child can feel. But now....
But then I realize that if I were 12 years old, I wouldn't know you, Boo, and that brings me back to the absolute happiness I feel with you. You're such a smart, funny little boy. You really love your school (it's so expensive! Jeez Louise. Can't wait for kindergarten lol), and you learn so much. You're in gymnastics there on Wednesdays, and I love logging in to the website to see you do your Mousersize and turn a summersault. On Thursdays, you have splash day and I have to pack a picknik lunch. Miss Kim tried to end lunch time and take away your cheetos, and she said you turned into a monster and were very angry with her. Ha! No one can get between Andre and his cheetos. You had already eaten your pb sandwich (on wheat), apples, and strawberries, but had obviously saved your cheetos for last. Ah. I never give you fun foods like that, but I wanted to that day and Miss Kim tried to ruin it! Oh well.
That's it for now. I'm exhausted. Will try to update more often in the future.
All my love,
Mommy.