we'll start this one off with a good burping- i love this series because from the pictures one would assume that little oscar is screaming his head off, but in reality he was relatively quiet. it helps to imagine him singing opera, and REALLY delivering the goods:
he's somber, pensive... he's warming up the pipes with a little low-register monologue... he's sensing the double-cross, but hasn't fully realized the extent of it
...until NOW! now he's got betrayal and anger building in his heart, but he's still primarily mournful
oh, and now he pulls back and begins a narrative, something that begins with "well, how could i have known? it's true i may have been blind, but even the most suspicious heart would be caught unaware..."*
*anything in quotes is best imagined sung operatically in italian
that goes on for a bar or two, and then he gets past the explanantion to the point of his anguish once more, and while it's all fresh in his mind
...he begins his true lament!
he cries to the heavens (really belting it out!)
"why? why?" he begs. "how could this have happened? don't you see? i was tricked by someone close to me!"
and this would be the part where he really tries to figure out the betrayal, something along the lines of "ahhhh... any number of them sought my downfall! they all wanted to see me fail!" but he's a man(baby), and it's opera, so before long we're back to the source of most problems, the woman-
"but why did it have to be her?"
"she truly knew my heart like no other, i thought she was sincere in her desire!"
"only one such as she could strike such a blow! i left the door to my heart wide-open, and she came into it, and made long-distance phone calls on my phone, and ate all of the food i had, and drank my beer, and called her friends to come over, and none of them took off their shoes first, and she erased all my dvr'd tv, and tried on my clothes, and... and..."
"I... WAS... A... FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!"
whew. baby opera is INTENSE.
for something a little lighter, here's bebe showing me her goat horns:
she asked me take pictures of what her head would look like on the table all by itself:
The Family Malloy, out for a walk:
we recently found a hula-hoop in the basement, and let me tell you, there's no more humbling experince than trying to sling one of those things for the first time in twenty years (or more)- turns out, it takes abdominal muscles! which, none of us seemed to possess any longer. so instead we resorted to this one trick of spinning the hoop towards oneself while throwing it away from oneself, so that it would hit the ground spinning and after catching ground, come rolling back to the person.
me, on friday: hey bebe, wanna' see a cool trick?
uncle ben on sat: hey bebe, wanna' see a cool trick?
teek on sunday: hey bebe, wanna see a cool trick?
she was a good sport about it. here's uncle ben throwing down some magic returning hoop action:
action pose!
i like to think of this shot as my 'what if both of my children were drunk?' shot.
deeze! have you been drinking?
well, it was st. patrick's day after all.
there's my little leprechauns...
LADY!
i call this one 'child, with wolf(not real)'
lou-lou and aunt marge got some QUALITY snuggle time going:
whoa- two parents, two kids! are you guys thinking what i'm thinking?
father and son bonding.
eloise mccarter.
stay tuned for the thrilling conclusion!
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