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I wanted to give daddy a big father's day present today, but mommy wouldn't let me go to the store to buy him his favorite Robitussin (daddy drinks all four flavors). I was left without a present, which meant I had to think on my feet (pun definitely intended). Just for the record, I'm a crawler. I like the feel of the fine plush carpet beneath my knees and the firm wood floor under my fingers. Walking makes me feel disconnected from the tangible realities of our world. But that's just me. Daddy needed a present, and as I mentioned before, mommy was not cooperating. So I walked. Not just once, or twice, or even three times, but whenever he called. I'm exhausted. I see this as a metaphor for the demonstrations in Iran. If everybody just drank Robitussin, and walked for their daddies, it would be a wonderful world.
Cora Elizabeth
Blogging from her crib
June 21, 2009
After watching President Obama make his historic trip to Egypt I decided to become a Muslim. It gets a little tricky, five times a day I have to kneel and pray to Mecca (see above photo.) Daddy told me that last month was Ramadan - or as he says Ramadamadingdong, that meant I couldn't keep up my blog; not because of religious doctrine, I was just too tired from fasting. Turns out daddy was wrong about the date.
Praise Allah
Cora Elizabeth
June 5, 2009
After watching President Obama make his historic trip to Egypt I decided to become a Muslim. It gets a little tricky, five times a day I have to kneel and pray to Mecca (see above photo.) Daddy told me that last month was Ramadan - or as he says Ramadamadingdong, that meant I couldn't keep up my blog; not because of religious doctrine, I was just too tired from fasting. Turns out daddy was wrong about the date.