Not really through the woods, but we’re going to my parents’ house this evening.  Denny is going to the Washington, D.C. area through Saturday for a training session, and, well…I really admire single parents who make it work.  I think I would go out of my skull.  So, we’re going to Mubby and Skittergramps’s house so they can help me out and have some fun time with Miles.

It will be nice, I think.  Miles is in a really cute developmental phase.  He’s crying less (at least during the day; he’s still a Grumplestiltzkin in the evening hours) and having lots of smiley times.  Here’s an example of one that happened yesterday:

Photo by Denny Crall

We were singing “Arroz con leche,” which is a song I used to sing in my Spanish classes when I was a little kid.  I incorporated some arm movements, and Miles got a kick out of them.  It goes a little something like this:

Arroz con leche, me quiero casar
Con una señorita de la capital.
Con ésta, sí.  Con ésta, no.
Con esta señorita me caso yo.

(Rice pudding, I want to marry
a girl from the capital.
This one, yes.  This one, no.
I will marry this girl.)

Then, not to be heterosexist, and also to teach him about how gendered pronouns work in Spanish, we do another variation.

Arroz con leche, me quiero casar
Con un caballero de la capital.
Con éste, sí.  Con éste, no.
Con este caballero me caso yo.

I’ve also heard variations in which one marries a viudita or viudito (widow or widower), but that seems a little advanced for a three-month-old.