Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Rock 'n' Roll

A few days ago, we took LE to see Jack Johnson, his first rock concert. It was way past his bedtime, but he seemed to enjoy it in a somewhat zombie-like state.

My cousin Adam is the drummer for Jack Johnson, so we got the Super VIP Nowhere Is Off-Limits Backstage Passes. This meant we not only got to go backstage with the sound guys and roadies and huge crates and lots of wires, but that we actually got to hang out onstage, in the wings. We all took turns with this, with me spending part of the time sitting on the grass outside the stage on a blanket with an increasingly fussy baby. As the show was starting, LE was getting a diaper change. The crowd roared when the band went on, and LE started clapping too, certain, no doubt, that the applause was for him and his tiny bottom winking under the stars. A mere wooden fence separated this particular diaper change from several thousand people.

There once was a day when I envied the people who got to go backstage and hang out with the band. I imagined it must be the greatest thing ever to get to be onstage in the wings while they played. So glamorous! When I finally got my chance, however, I was too greatly occupied with LE to even feel nervous about being in front of thousands of people, with hair that needed to be brushed and a grubby old sweatshirt. I was busy keeping the earphones on LE in order to protect what I'm sure is his Super Hearing, given his ability to hear an airplane overhead when there's a lawnmower next to us. He didn't much care for the earphones offstage, but onstage he was too fascinated with the musicians and flashing lights to worry about his ears much, especially once he discovered the video screens behind the band. Take a kid onstage at a rock concert and what he wants to do is watch TV. I was holding him tightly lest he struggle out of my arms and make an escape across the stage while the band was playing. I had visions of him finding buttons to push and cords to pull up there. He has a way of pushing the one button (or combination of buttons) on my computer-- a button I didn't even know existed-- that causes everything I was doing to disappear. If there were such a cord or button on Jack Johnson's stage, LE surely would have found it. I don't imagine that would go over very well.

But I can't imagine Jack Johnson being too angry about such a thing. He has his own kids, and he seems pretty easygoing, so I would guess such a kid-antic could maybe be amusing for him. LE's favorite part of the show was when they sang Upside Down, the theme-song from Curious George, and dedicated the song to the band members' families who'd showed up. LE can't sit through all of Curious George yet (I tried to get him to watch it on the airplane on a portable DVD player, but he was mostly interested in whacking the DVD player with his sippy cup), but he certainly likes that song, which plays on repeat through the menu on the DVD, and which is LE's favorite part of the movie. He looked awfully surprised when they played that song.

And I was so pleased to introduce LE to Adam. I've always had such a soft spot for him and to me, he was the coolest guy ever even before he became a rock star. Whenever we come to his shows, he's so pleased, like a kid in a school play who can't believe anyone's bothered to show up, and he always makes a fuss over us even though he's busy. When I was in boarding school, Adam (who'd attended the same school and got it what it was like there) was my cool older cousin who would come and get me off campus every so often, causing great envy amongst my peers because he was so handsome. He acted like it was no big thing, but at the time, it was huge. Now here he is getting us Super VIP Nowhere Is Off-Limits Backstage Passes and acting like it's no big thing, even making sure my baby has a set of earphones that fit his little head and fresh water in his sippy cup. But it's a very big thing.

Too bad LE won't remember. But I'll be sure and tell him many times about his very first rock concert. May it be the first of many.

**Special thanks to our friend Lisa for the photos, as I was too dumb to remember to bring my camera...

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

The Partial Monty

In the interest of keeping the blog alive in the face of not much to say, I give you LE.

He's started stripping in his bed if I don't wake up as soon as he starts huffling around in there. Diaper and all. One night, I went to comfort him in the dark and he handed me something plastic and wet. Of course it was his diaper, only pee fortunately. I turned on the light and there he was, blinking and naked with his jammies down around his ankles.

Yesterday morning it was considerably less cute. He was going "Shooo!" as he does when something is stinky, and I dragged my sorry ass out of bed to change him. I turned on the light and he went "Shooo!" again. Shooo indeed. There was poop all over the boy and all over the bed. He was plopped into the bath before Mommy was even awake all the way.

The troubling part about this (besides the fact that he did it again this morning, fortunately just with a pee diaper) is that I'm not sure he makes the connection between his busyness with the zipper on his jammies and the enticing diaper tabs and the result of being shivering cold and covered in poo.

And very, very stinky.

Potty training freaks me out, but I do look forward to a time when I have less daily involvement with someone else's poop.

Monday, August 18, 2008


It's been forever since I've posted anything, because there's nothing of note really going on for me here.

Except for things like this: