Thursday, November 29, 2007
Ok, Amy-Mama of 5 pointed out that the poll was limited to six choices, when there were seven portraits to choose from. My bad. Unlike Florida, there will be no hanging chads in this election.
Apparently, the poll functionality doesn't allow for a seventh choice. To resolve the issue of having more photos than choices, I had to make a very difficult decision. I cut one of the portraits out. Now, won't you all be part of the democratic process and vote for one of the six Gideons to the right. And remember, a vote for Gideon is a vote for cuteness!
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Alexa and I are having a tough time choosing from one of the seven portraits on the right hand side of the page. Please scroll down, view the photos and help us select the portrait that best reflects Gideon's cuteness and personality. The poll, which is also on the right, ends on December 5th. Thanks.
Monday, November 26, 2007
In the privacy of our homes, we all tend to do things that are not socially acceptable in public. For example, trimming one's toenails in a NYC subway train during rush hour is probably contrary to all that is civilized and will quickly garner menacing stares and glares from those around you. However, at home, it is perfectly acceptable and fully expected for a person to do this in order to be a functioning member of society.
This is also true with sneezing. For the loud, energetic sneezers of the world, we try to quell the act of sneezing as to not offend or startle innocent bystanders. But at home we let it all out expecting a "God bless you" or "Gosh, why do you have to sneeze so freakishly loud all the time!" (I've learned to contain my sneezes in the presence of my better half).
Sometime a few weeks ago, when I was on daddy duty for the entire day, I was compelled to sneeze with great intensity. I completely forgot that Gideon was in the play pen, so I let it all out. I then remembered I was in the room with another person (Gideon) when I hear "bleshu." In pure amazement, I told him, "Thank you," as I ran to the phone to tell Alexa what Gideon just said (God bless you) in his own, optimally cute way.
But I was stopped in my tracks when I heard him say "Gacias." Basically, he translated my "Thank you" into "Gacias" or "Gracias" (Gracias means Thank You in Spanish). I was struck with emotion and unbelief. Here, my son, who just a few months ago learned how to crawl and sip juice by himself from a sippy cup is responding to my crazy actions using language.
Topping it all off, last week, Gideon began walking by himself. He is not an expert yet, but he's getting there. I'll let Alexa tell you the story of when we first witnessed him walking across a room. For now, enjoy the brief movie below.
I must apologize for my "man voice". I hate the way I sound in videos.-Alexa
Sunday, November 25, 2007
(or as it will be known to future generations)
"The Alexa Soto Humiliation Day"
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Last night, the Soto family went down to their local school gymnasium to take part in the democratic system. Forgive the blurry pictures, it's just that voting is so much fun! Gideon enjoyed himself. He blew kisses to the nice ladies working at the polls. He is such a flirt.
Gideon is clapping, he is so excited.
The whole family in front of the VOTING CURTAIN.
Father and Son...rocking the vote
Monday, November 05, 2007
As some of you know, Halloween is a controversial subject in our house. I grew up celebrating it full force. My mom used to stay up until 4am, sewing our costumes. I was a bunch of grapes once. My mom sewed each individual grape, stuffed it, and then put it on this giant purple costume. It was awesome. I always won most original. Now that I think of it, there was only one year that I did not win, and that was the year I was a clown!!!! My classmate who was dressed up like a baby won most original. Maybe that is where my fear and loathing of clowns started. Anyway, Alex prefers to ignore Halloween totally. Where he grew up, Halloween was a scary time. Mischief night(or goosey night, or cabbage night) was actually a time when criminal activity abounded. He breathes a giant sigh of relief when November rolls around. I am usually the one in charge of handing out any candy.
This year though, (this year!) was different. Because now we have a son. A cute son. A cute son who would look even cuter in a costume. But, we had to figure this Halloween thing out. Are we celebrating it? How far do we go? Do we buy him a costume? Do we take him trick or treating? We pretty much have to search our hearts and decide. Alex feels very strongly about not celebrating. I felt very strongly about dressing Gideon up. The rest...well I could live without it.
However, the decision was taken out of our hands. Gideon's cousins, Luis and Izzy, gave him a Mickey Mouse costume for his birthday. I mean, there we go. We couldn't NOT use it. Right? See for yourself:
Gideon lounging at Gymboree
No longer lounging...on the move!
I usually dress up for work...do you think he approves?
He wouldn't wear the hands with the costume, but he wears them solo.