Cedro's perfect dream

Feeding Time

The all important five month mark has come and gone, and my son is doing amazingly well.  He is just as happy as could be, all smiles all the time, and lately has taken to following every movement of the fork with a vulture's keen interest.  He's grabbed handfuls of anything he can get off our plates/bowls/silverware and tried to get it to his mouth, to the point that he even grabbed a spoonful of Sandra's blueberry yogurt out of her hand yesterday.  I think he's been trying to tell us something...

Today, we took the plunge away from relatively clean clothes, away from easily cleaned, odor free diapers, and entered the solid food zone

From here, there's no turning back.

 

 

  

  

I got to do the honors, since Sandra has been feeding him for the last five months...

I have a feeling I will "get" to do this a lot in the next few months.

 

...But Sandra took her turn too...

then daddy just couldn't resist messing with the baby a bit, 'cause that's what dads do.

 

 Then, after meal time, it's off to grandma's house... (sorry mom, we'll get up there soon, I promise)

Swimfan

Ah, baby's first swim in the big pool. 

He had this look in his eyes the whole time that said "I just can't believe they make them bigger" (than my plastic bathtub.)

He's been to the ocean already, but slept through the whole thing, so the next time is sure to blow his mind...

 

 

 

the boys

Exito

About a year ago, I wrote a song about a taxi driver here in Monteverde who had lost his farm to an economic eddie and had to take up driving to make ends meet.  That song grew slowly into a musical called Monteverde Melodies, which successfully brought down the house at Bromelia's amphitheater last night.  The first of two performances, it came off as near to perfectly as I could have ever dreamed.  My cast is amazing, and they stepped it up last night to reduce the most machista of Ticos to tears and the most serious of town elders to unbridled laughter. 

This was exactly what I was hoping for.  The play addresses the people of our fair town directly and challenges them to laugh at themselves and step out of their daily cycles to view from afar what makes this place such an incredible community.  It jumps unapologetically between English and Spanish, as do most overheard conversations, and just as easily leaps between the natural world and the invented world of humans, as do most Monteverde residents on a daily basis.  Watching the audience react was for me every bit as rewarding as watching the actors flawlessly make their way through the play, and I am filled with a serene satisfaction, knowing that this was the right thing to do at just the right moment in our town's history. 

The only downside is that the camera that Angela gave me some years ago finally met its match and expired, so I sadly announce that there will be no pictures for awhile on the trogglehumper.  I'll just have to make them out of words.