Itsy Bitsy Spanish Spider

So I pick up Cole from Daycare the other day. His teachers tell me that he can sing the entire Itsy Bitsy Spider in Spanish. They sing it to the kids all the time, but Cole just up and sings the whole thing from beginning to end. They didn't even know he could do it.... And my spanish is non existent, but it sounds pretty credible to me.

...and to you, too, Jay

Happy Birthday Jason!

I don't know if you check out the blog anymore, but Happy Birthday anyway!

Hope it's a good one.

Love you,

Peggy and Michael

Happy Birthday, Deb

I love you,

Peggy

...and Idol Comes to a Close

I have to admit that I was really liking David Cook toward the end there. However, last night showed that Archuleta had what it took when it really counted.

I won't mind seeing him crowned the winner tonight.  Like Randy said...he was "on fire, baby!"  What a doll.

Nate's First Game

Well, Nate got his first lesson in how to be a long-suffering Met fan. They of course managed to lose 1-0. Despite their own pitcher through six no hit innings. Ehh, whatever. He love the hot dogs, peanuts, popcorn and ice cream. He cheered along with the Lets Go Mets chants and the Jose-Jose-Jose chants like the rest of us. We had a good time because of Nate. I attached some pictures. Oh yeah, I did not get to go to the Yankee game Friday night because it was rained out. Therefore, I will be attending in late June when they make-up the game. At that time I will bring my yankee thoughts to the stadium in the Bronx. Enjoy the pictures.

A LIFETIME FAN

On Thursday, Nate will attend his first NY Mets baseball game. He has his Mets jersey hanging on a hook in his bedroom where he can view it every day until 'the big day'. He wore it to demonstrate his piching and catching prowess last week when we were in CT. Will was born during the playoffs in 2006 and Nate and his dad spent special bonding time watching b-ball while Mom was in the hospital. Peter is passing on his love and lifelong devotion to his team. Other family members say he is introducing Nate to a lifetime of disappointment.
What is it about a sports fan, whatever your choice of sport or team, that makes you continue to hope, year after losing year, for the big win? The Superbowl..the World Series..the Stanley Cup...whatever? Each and every year you remember the winning years and sweep away the losers. It must be akin to starting with a clean slate. Where else can you erase the outright errors and idiocy of the previous season and begin anew with the excitement and hope of an new opportunity? Everything else in life should be this way. It is, amongst lots of other lessons, one of the greatest that sports teaches us.
I say...let Nate have his day. I hope the Mets win (This is easier said aloud when they are not playing the Yankees.) M-E-T-S METS! METS! METS!

Cassidy...

I've seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream.

I can tell by the mark he left you were in his dream.

Ah, child of countless trees.

Ah, child of boundless seas.

What you are; what you're meant to be

  speaks his name, though you were born to be,

  born to be, Cassidy.

Flight of the seabirds,

scattered like lost words.

Wheel to the storm and fly.

Faring thee well, now.

Let your life proceed by its own design.

Nothing to tell, now.

Let the words be yours.

I'm done with mine.

L-

-P

All She Wants to Do Is DANCE!

Lighting up the dance floor will always be one of my favorite pasttimes. We had a semi-formal last night... :-)