But the Arandas are back baby, and with a new vengeance! No, not really...there's no vengeance, just a whole lot of spit-up, poopee diapers and teeth pulling when it comes to teaching Darc to peel his eyes from technology and feast his gaze on more educational things.
Despite Cristina and I wanting him to dabble in the finer things, as we did when we were children, like reading Goosebumps and learning to work with numbers using a makeshift Abacus made of strings of corn husks and dry frijoles (that was Cristina, by the way), I must admit that Pokemon on Netflix and his fascination with Mario on my old Super NES has brought us closer together. Hopefully nobody catches on to the fact that I like those things more than he does, though.
Everyday is a struggle when it comes to finding the balance in our household, and the virtue least regarded is always cleanliness...NO, NO, NO...we do shower! And when I say "we" I literally mean "we all shower together"....sometimes. If you're a parent, you know that the word privacy is...wait, what does privacy mean again?
In the end, I'm happy to be posting again. Especially because I've returned with a new take on composition, one that's more sustainable. Before, I aimed for a carefully scripted thematic approach, where if the blog post didn't feel like it had a purpose then I'd sit on it for days and days until I could manipulate the rhythm and flow so that it felt like a story, carefully crafted into a poeti....blah blah blah...you get the idea.
Not anymore, though. Now, you get what you read - the thoughts from my head as a slush of brain drain.
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