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Weekends are for sleeping late |
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Abba and I slept in unison: synchronized sleeping |
Last week was a week of milestones. First was simply starting school. But that occurred with mommy, Mimi and GongGong nearby, if not active participants in my day. Then the next day I weathered school by myself with mommy and abba in the wings, trying to hide, but not succeeding since I did spy them at various intervals. On the third day, the milestone escalated again. I was dropped off and bid adieu to my parents who were supposed to leave me there.
And then, for the biggest milestone of all, on the fourth day of school, I was sent to school on a bus. Yes, a baby, in a car seat, handed over to total strangers in a dingy van that took me to school all alone. If I thought I was a big boy then, I was forced to grow into total maturity by the fourth day.
I knew something was odd when my parents did not coax me back to sleep at 6:20 a.m. This is not an early morning household. But there were my parents all chipper at this strange hour, whisking me into new clothes, a fresh diaper and even some shovel-ready oatmeal to tide me over until breakfast, some 2.5 hours later. Then at 6:45 we headed for the outdoors, another unheard of action for this family at this hour. I was hugged and kissed countless times until I was finally strapped into my car seat and sealed with a pacifier. Then a beige van pulled up and I was handed over for my trip to school. Luckily for me I slept. My parents fretted though for the next hour until they received a phone call from Shalva that I received safe and sleeping, and then smiling when I saw Gabriela and all my friends. As you will see in the following photos, I had a very exciting day. (Photos courtesy of Shalva)
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Me and my classmates |
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Music lessons. I'm going to be a rock star when I grow up! |
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I hogged the strings |
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Look out, Jimi Hendrix |
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Here I was teaching the teacher some new riffs |
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Top is off with some "food" and it was a stellar day! |
Aww these were great photos....too funny that he and Tony sleep the same way. Looks like he is going to be an awesome musician!! Maybe we can jam together.
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