This video equals: I forgot to take video for a while, so let's see if we can get Joaquin to do a bunch of tricks at once.
It started off with Douglas doing the Big Stretch after dinner and Joaquin joining him. So I grabbed my camera and asked Douglas to please re-stretch. He did. And then you get this. Four minutes of weird.
And this isn't even close to all the strange things we ask him to do.
It's hard to say what my favorite is. Is it me asking him to "do" lobster and him say "rico!" (delicious)? It is the MAMA! that comes after Por Favor? Maybe the fact that he takes more syllables to say Por Favor than any person ever in the history of por favor-ers? Or the fact that we can make him do anything if we bribe him with "applejiss".
Whatever. I can watch it over and over. But then, I am the MAMA!
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Amor, A-meow: The Video
Starting earlier this summer a song was being played over and over and over on our Sirius tropical station. It's Fernando Villalona's Yo Soy Aquel. And it's Joaquin's first favorite song. Maybe because it was overplayed, or maybe because it has an awesome "amor, amor, ammmmmmmmmmmor!" lyric in it.
Whatever caused it to hit a chord with him, it did. And since it was on heavy, heavy rotation he heard it at breakfast, in the car, at lunch, in the car, in the car, in the car, in the car, at dinner and apparently in his dreams. He sang himself to sleep many a night this summer "Amor, Amor, Ammmmmooooooor!" So so sweet. And his little pursed lips made it even better.
And then. One day. He changed it up. "Amor, A-meow!"
It's how he sings it now. And if he doesn't want to sing it when you ask, he still will, but he will really rush it. So here's the video from last night (I waited way too long to get this) and he starts off with the rushed version and then gets into it for a while.
Whatever caused it to hit a chord with him, it did. And since it was on heavy, heavy rotation he heard it at breakfast, in the car, at lunch, in the car, in the car, in the car, in the car, at dinner and apparently in his dreams. He sang himself to sleep many a night this summer "Amor, Amor, Ammmmmooooooor!" So so sweet. And his little pursed lips made it even better.
And then. One day. He changed it up. "Amor, A-meow!"
It's how he sings it now. And if he doesn't want to sing it when you ask, he still will, but he will really rush it. So here's the video from last night (I waited way too long to get this) and he starts off with the rushed version and then gets into it for a while.
First Haircut!
The bird's nest in the back of his head from the car seat rides just finally got to be too much. I mean, really really too much. It was a big dreadlock after each trip and a lot of conditioner and combing each night in the bath.
So last week, we went and got a haircut.
A very fancy haircut in a place that costs twice as much as Papi pays for his!
And he was so very good the entire time.
Here's some footage.
Where we started. Big. Frizzy.
First cut done. Ok. Deep Breaths.
It tickles!
I don't know. I am not sure this is the right thing to do!
FLUFFY! Your styling is FLUFFY!
Check out the sweet ride at the salon.
ALL DONE!
I think I may like it.
Two days later. Mama-styled version. :-)
So last week, we went and got a haircut.
A very fancy haircut in a place that costs twice as much as Papi pays for his!
And he was so very good the entire time.
Here's some footage.
Where we started. Big. Frizzy.
First cut done. Ok. Deep Breaths.
It tickles!
I don't know. I am not sure this is the right thing to do!
FLUFFY! Your styling is FLUFFY!
Check out the sweet ride at the salon.
ALL DONE!
I think I may like it.
Two days later. Mama-styled version. :-)
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