Thursday, December 31, 2009
We headed over to Morro Bay to watch the lighted boat parade on the Bay. I had no idea how decked out these boats would be! It was amazing! Unfortunately, I only brought our point and shoot, so none of my pictures did it justice.
Avi stayed awake for the first part of the parade.
We went with Avi's boyfriend, Levon's, family: James, Paula & Ezzy. It was a cold night, as you can see with everyone bundled up.
After a little boat watching, Avi got tired & James planted an empty Corona bottle in the unsuspecting babe's arms.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Before Avi arrived, my (Michael's) favorite watching activity involved movies. So after Avi arrived, I've tried to add the two together, sort of. And although baby movies aren't exactly my preferred genre, here's a list of some favorites:
Raising Arizona. Probably the best baby movie ever. Reveals that everyone is a sucker for a baby-- sleazy salesmen, escaped convicts, redeemed convicts, cop-turned-convict, boss' nutty wives-- everybody. And if you're not a sucker for babies, you get blown up with your own hand grenade. I've always enjoyed, been fascinated by, and respected this movie. Now, I understand it.
She's Having a Baby. Not one of the finest films ever made, but I think some parents can connect with Kevin Bacon's inevitable sense of abandonment of other worries when the baby comes along. It seems that after a baby arrives, all other priorities in life drop a notch.
Child's Play. Just kidding. Next.
Away We Go. The scenes with the neo-hippy 'attachment parenting' couple were the funniest (even though this is closest to our own parenting style-- Hollywood can't help but get carried away with anything out of the mainstream). Disclaimer: this film might make you never view baby strollers in the same way again.
At this point, I've run out of any other baby movies to recommend. I'm realizing that the world of cinema is bankrupt when it comes to babies. Actually, all of the above movies probably aren't even worth your time, except for Raising Arizona, which I recommend viewing on a monthly basis. But this raises the question--why the shortage of good baby movies? Because babies can't memorize enough lines? control their facial expressions for maximum effect & persuasion? develop their stage presence? cuss? smoke? represent themselves in actors unions? I'm not sure exactly. But whatever the reasons, they need to get with the program. And all of their little indie home movies aren't going to cut it either; most of their parent-directors are under-qualified and biased and don't understand good lighting. Actually, I should admit that we have a baby film of our own in the drafting stages, starring Avi of course. It will involve flying and maybe a few pyrotechnics. It will be a genre-fusion of fantasy, suspense, Bolivian anime, and puppetry. I'm working on the storyboards. In my head. I'm planning for Wes Anderson to assist me with the pacing. The soundtrack will be heartbreaking and will include Rosie & the Originals and Yoko Ono. It will make Look Who's Talking look like a swapmeet betamax version with the sound dubbing off-kilter. It will be one of the recommended baby films in some other sleep-deprived father's baby blog. It will be epic and our lives may never be the same afterwards. We will have to flee the country with its sharp-clawed paparazzi and move to the Ukraine so that Avi can lead the semblance of a normal life and not wind up in rehab at age 8 or worse-- acting in her own reality show. Maybe we better not do the film after all. Maybe we'll stick to photographs. It was a good idea though.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Aveah's been invited to many Christmas parties - she's quite the social butterfly. Here are a few pictures from a select few parties she's attended. (Due to security issues, President Obama wouldn't let us publish the pictures taken at the White House party thrown for Avi.)
Avi wearing all white, topped with a little (burgundy) red hood sweater, which was handmade by a neighbor.
Menorah watching. Avi just might become Jewish so she can celebrate Hanukkah every year. She was so transfixed by the candles, she sat intently and watched them for tens of minutes (like days in adult time).
Avi's Christmas card photo picking was tough competition this year! We've never actually sent Christmas cards out before, but this year, we had a very good reason to start doing so: to spread the love and cuteness of little Aveah!
4.12, Would have had it if her eyes had been looking at the camera.
A perfect 5.o, how could you get any cuter???
4.67, nice work, Avi, but the photographer has some lighting issues to be worked out - notice the shadow line on the right side...
4.88, overall appealing in every way, yet it just doesn't hold enough Avi personailty. Perhaps if her face was closer to the camera, it may have had more impact.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
We spent Thanksgiving with family in Fresno (as usual) at Michael's mom's house this year. Sadly, Michael's dad was in the hospital, but thankfully, he is now out and recovering!
Disclaimer about the above picture: Michael's mom made us do that! She kept telling Avi that she was going to cook her as the turkey and then put her on the platter. Well, put a visual idea in photographers' minds often enough, and we have to act on it (within reason). So.... here's the result. On a final note: no babies were harmed in the making of this photograph.
Great Nana Barbara, little Avi, Great PapPap Ed Brajkovich
Uncle David throwing Avi up into the sky - one of her favorite activities.
Avi's only cousins (so far): Matthew & Alexis. Setti (grammy) is holding Avi in her Thanksgiving dress which Setti bought for Avi. Thanks, Setti!
Avi with her other great-grandma, G.G. Carmen. Do you see the resemblences? I do.
Avi taking some reflective moments to play the piano at Setti's.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Led Zeppelin rocks our baby to sleep at night. At least for a while, that was a key feature in her nightly bedtime ritual. Her primary song of slumber was "Thank You." Now, we only pull the Led out in emergencies. I had discovered Rockabye Baby , a site that sells rock music in lullaby form, even before Avi was born-- the search grew out of a foreboding fear that when a child eventually came into my life, I/Michael would be subjected to soulless, mindless, dribbling children's music that would turn me into a zombie. It really was a concern of mine. Hearing damage. Tone deafness. Audio terrorism. Brain leakage through the ear canal. But it shouldn't be so bad, 'cause now I can listen to dangerous, soul-filling music the whole family can enjoy! (and Radiohead will probably be Avi's next musical experience.) However, I should mention that the irony in my children's music phobia is that I improvise & sing baby songs to Avi on a daily basis. I've run the gamut of running away in horror from listening to children's music to actually creating children's music. A lot of children's music. We're talking volumes. In just the last few weeks. Not that I have much of a singing voice; I mean, I make Clay Aiken sound decent. But I got plenty of heart and I'm definitely Avi's number one vote. Half the time my musical arrangements are twisted rip-offs of the songs that gently flow out of her battery-powered baby chair-- imagine if you will, "twinkle twinkle little star" sung by a disoriented though overzealous Al Green with a sore throat. But my lyrics are original, and my performances are stellar. I may not be Led Zeppelin, but who the heck can be? So Avi, in a few years when you pick up a little guitar and magically start busting out Jimmy Page style riffs, you can thank me.
Friday, December 11, 2009
The day after my "real" birthday, Michael TOTALLY surprised me with a surprise party hosted by Prince himself! All my friends and family were told to dress up 70's and 80's style. The party also included a karoake machine after Prince had to fly back home to Minnesota. Thanks everyone for keeping me completely in the dark - even Avi didn't let out a peep about it! And, thanks, Lover, for getting me back for what I did to you on your 30th!
Avi stage right to Prince.
Avi, up way past her bedtime, dancing to Prince with her maternal grandparents. Nothing, not even a 14 pound sleepy baby keeps them from dancing!