Dylan in the Morning
March 18, 2004Dylan is always different in the morning -- unpredictable like the weather. Some mornings he is all sweetness and quiet inquiries, rubbing the sleep from the corners of his eyes. Other mornings he is a raging tornado, wailing and twisting in my arms as I carry him to the breakfast table. This morning as exhibited by the boots below, he was ready to go, he woke up running.
He is an incredible chatterbox these days which is a relief to us since he would not talk for so long. He still has his own language and many words discover untold phonetic adventures in his mouth. The closest writable equivlent for Vanilla in Dylanese is: Mobilla. Another interesting footnote in the study of this little person is the many variations of the child pop demi-god, Buzz Lightyear. It's like Eskmos with 100 different words for snow. There's baby Buzz, rocket Buzz, big Buzz, broken Buzz and the elder, and most beloved of all: different Buzz (pictured in hand below). Different Buzz has undergone various and extensive reconstructive surgery. His head has been glued back on twice, his right leg has been duct-taped at least fourteen times, one time with a failed attempt to set with a soldered metal pen for stability. His left leg has been duct-taped twice and he has been lost more times than seems humanly possible --- but always he returns to the eager grasp of his 3 year old master and care-giver for another adventure and possibly limb threatening good time.
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Review of Eddie's Attic Show on March 30th
Dylan Turns Six and Eddie's is Still the Place to Be
Charles Brings his Guitar and Plays Mine
Beyond Pat-Boone-Debbie-Boone: Gerry Hanson Rocks
Eatting, Writing, Living Large
A Trip to Wayne Henderson's Shop
Funny Blogs and Conversation Ticks
Infinite Possibilities at Checkout
Recording the New Screen Door Album
Dylan Makes Five and Becomes a Knight
Easter Bunny, Bacteria and Other Random Thoughts
Turning the Odometer on my Universe
Old Friends and Being an Artist
Dark Side of the Moon in Decatur
Zen and the Art of Guitar Playing