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I gave Lily her first full body baby massage today. I think she really liked it. What do you think? (The video is better if you hold your monitor upside down. Sorry.)
She went on and on about it afterward.
>For the Sisters – Snorts 1-4 and even 5 and probably 6.
September 6th, 2008 by Aubri
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I thought my mom and aunties would enjoy this like no one else I know ever could. Lily was given this book and accompanying CD, Grunt Pigorian Chant from Snouto Domoinko de Silo. It’s onderful-way!
From the Introduction:
The origins of Pigchant are obscure, but scholars tell us that it dates back to before the time of Caesar Hogustus.
Between their unhurried meditations and their sincere meals, the contemplative Pigs emerge at random intervals from the stone walls and vaulted ceilings of their ancient stone grange, to calmly consider the sun, gratefully receive the air, or joyfully extemporize in the mud. Or perhaps they venture outside for the traditional Iffing-snay Out-ay Acks-snay. And during the long afternoons, the Pigs close their eyes, slow their breathing, and apparently oblivious to the implorings of their more worldly fellow beings – intone once again the unremitting triads of the Ore-snay, Ore-snay. (Sounds like a bunch of Mackins to me!)
An excerpt from the chant Prima Vocatio, First Call:
FARMER:
Porcus cibumque cano. Venite, Porci. Soooo-ee. Sooooooo-eee.
I sing of pigs and the food. Come, Pigs! Sooee, sooee
PIGS:
Et-lay us-ay eep-slay. Ease-play et-lay us-ay eep-slay.
Let us sleep. Please let us sleep.
CHICKENS:
Consurgite, Porci. Sol fulget. Dies serenus est. Dicimus: Consurgite, Porci.
Get up, Pigs! The sun shines. It’s a lovely day. We said, Get up, Pigs!
PIGS:
Et-lay us-ay eep-slay. Ease-play et-lay us-ay eep-slay.
Let us sleep. Please let us sleep.
FARMER:
O, Porci ignavissimi. Ignavissimi. Sooooooo-eee.
Oh, you lazy, lazy, lazy Pigs! Soooeee.
PIGS’ RESPONSE:
Ooooooooo, no-ooooo way.
Ooh. No way.
>New Things.
September 2nd, 2008 by Aubri
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Here’s my new “mommy hair”. I figured it was time to start looking the part I’m getting better at playing.
Ever since Lily finishing penning her first novel she’s been rather insistent on frequenting the finest Sioux City coffee shops,
and holding her own bottles. She thinks she’s ready to move out, but we’d really prefer she finish High School first.
Oh well.
At the end of a long day of being very advanced for her age, our little prodigy is still content to curl up and sleep on her daddy. We’ll take what we can get.>One Month Old.
August 30th, 2008 by Aubri
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Lily Ruth turned one month old on Thursday. Every day with her is a blessing. How much she changes from one day to the next. Look how our little angel has grown!
All photos courtesy of cousin Wes.
