bronte

more of us

te's first haircut ever; los' first official haircut

time slipping

te & los

"pa. you a jackhead!"

caught in a moon

los was trying to moon me, but he wasn't quite able to make it work.

sundown at the park

a banana for bananas

okay...our kids absolutely rock! të, who is 2 years and 4 months old, was doing an arts and crafts project with her ma today and drew her first freehand banana -- entirely without direction. then she came over and gave it to me, telling me that the banana was for bananas. two year olds are supposed to scribble, not already be drawing fruit. i am totally blown away.

plus, my babe loves me. i'm a proud and happy pa.

sleepy te, a new shot for anonymous

hola abeulo and abeula

we miss you!

goodbye grammy

our great-grammy passed away at the age of 92 on april 27th of this year. today was the memorial service in her honour. we couldn't go because it was in nova scotia, but we got to meet our great-grammy once and we are so glad we did (well, we can't really remember, but our ma sure is glad she got to meet us). someday soon we will visit her home of campobello island and we will hear stories of who our grammy was, but today we say goodbye.

is she cute or what?

let the sun glow

why is kiki the best mom ever?

...cause when her boy is all worked up at night and gonig crazy, she realizes that he just needs to say goodbye to his gloves.

...cause even though she is one of the most intense undertakings of her life, and even though she works and studies and goes to school, she is always there for her babes.

...cause she's fun.

...cause she gives good baths.

...cause she sings "...after time"

...cause she loves to paint and tell stories and sing and draw and teach our babes.

...cause she plays in the sand and the dirt.

...cause she is firm whenever she needs to be, but always kind.

...cause she's a super cuddler.

...cause she makes our babes feel important.

...cause she's beautiful.

...cause she loves with all her being.

someone is pissed off.

mini milos

mussolini or il duce

my scottish friend, scott, created this killer modification of milos from the picture that i took. it's absolutely perfect. maybe los is going to have to play his footie in italy.

ode to 'buelo, 'buela

just so you don't think we've forgotten you. we love you 'buelo,'buela.






(oops, i forgot to say these are movies, just click on the pictures and they will take you to the movies - thanks bananas)

sexy

milos was getting ready for his night out as a female impersonator. that boy is looking good, wouldn't you say?

burnished

motoring

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a letter to you

dear babes,

two years and a day have gone by since you came into my life and i thought i should tell you a little bit about how much that means to me. i'm not sure how to do that, so i'll blather on and i'm sure something good will come out.

i remember the day you were born vividly -- i know i talk about it all the time -- but what i don't talk about much is what it was like when we first got you home. most of it is a blur, but i remember that first bath i gave you both. that was my job. ma got to feed you and pa got to bathe you. what a contrast those first baths were. guess who fought and screamed and freaked out? yep. the të. but i remember you too los. i remember that you didn't like it much, even if you were still too doped up to resist (morphine sure can take the steam out of a baby), and i can't forget your squinty little eyes, trying to keep out the johnson's baby shampoo (shouldn't that read "less tears" instead of "no more tears"?).

and now i get to watch you every day. i wake up and i think of you (hard not to when the milos alarm clock is yelling "pa" as loud as he can). i get to watch the beans doing amazing things with his soccer ball, and you're already better at two and a day than the eight year old on the corner. i get to see him write an "m," and it's not even a fluke. i marvel at his fear of heights and swimming. i marvel at his fearless disregard of all injuries. i marvel at his seriousness and sensitivity. and then i hear të and my attention is drawn to our little boss. she talks in full sentences; she paints and draws with intent; she loves to smooch and cuddle and giggle and stomp; she likes dresses and dressing herself and figure skating and reading and counting; and she loves her ma and her brother with ferocious intensity.

and then i catch glimpses of what can be and what will be. milos can be a great footballer or writer, and milos will be man full of love and devotion. brontë can be a great artist or caregiver (both like her ma), but she will be a passionate leader and defender. and of course there is endless potentials for both that i cannot see and can't wait to see.

and, so, back to what you've given me. it's simple really. you've made me realize what is important for me -- not what everyone else thinks is important, not the hallmark hall of fame crap that tells us that "family is everything." you gave me back my writing. you bound your mother and i together forever, solidifying the already incredible relationship we had. and you gave me the absolute privilege of watching you live.

thanks my beautiful little friends. i hope you'll always love me as much as you do now.

love, pa

happy birthday të and los

they are two years old. i can't imagine how they got here so fast. kiki and i keep thinking of things we were doing just before they came, and those things seem like they just happened yesterday. but it's been two years since i did a play, and it's been two years since kiki was working at growth spurtz. amazing.

it is just after lunch and so far the babes have used their new finger paints and they had a bath (a must after the fingerpaints). take a look at their hands in the vertical shot.


we're going outside as soon as i finish this so the abuelos and auntie marcicle can see what's going on down there in el salvador and over in scotland, respectively.

and then we're waiting for ma to finish watching one of her patients having surgery on her duodenum so that we can go to glory of india for their birthday dinner. it's just a quite night with the four of us.

happy milos' haircut day

yep, it's los' yearly haircut time again. last year we got rid of his baby mullet, this time we did the whole thing. hey...he asked for it!

my name is të

so we were told this weekend -- fittingly, only a day after miles officially and legally became milos (which is good since that's what we've been calling him since day one anyway, and his name really never should have been miles) -- that brontë no longer wants to be called brontë. no...apparently our little girl has decided that her name is të. not bron, not saurus, not brontësaurus, not brontë -- just të.

that's okay little girl, we can do that.

të & milos it is.

heritage park last summer

liquid

just a shot of my girls

you two i love.

look at that face

no...he doesn't look like his ma and his abuelo at all.

my girlfriend

she loves me.

was she ever wee

their pa's crazy

his favorite thing

my friend mayize took this picture. milos loves the moon. it's in all his favourite stories.

bums, bubbles and drops

i take requests

and tonight it is max

too cute not to share

supermodel

and quite an accomplished artist too.

overflowing

i'm not happy enough

but i am joyful!