Argo

A friend of mine and I went to see this move a few nights ago. It was one of those promotional premier things and  he had some passes to get in free. He lives for this sort of thing. You know, he's the one who camps out to wait for the new iphone. Yeah that guy. A little quirky perhaps, but overall a good guy. So we met at the train station and walked to the theater, which was in downtown Denver. Yeah... look at me, all like taking the train like a big boy. When my wife and I go to the movies we get the package deal where you get 2 tankers of carbonated beverage and a metric Ton of popcorn. Buttered, of course. So my buddy and I got the same deal, which seemed like a good idea at the time. It turns out that reaching into his lap to pull out a handful of warm salty greasy things suddenly has different... meaning... for lack of a better word. Funny, when my wife and I do this, and we do this fairly regularly, I think nothing of it. I mean, I don't think anything. Nothing even sexual, or even appropriately sexual. Nothing. It's just a thing. Suddenly its not and I'm not going to have any more popcorn. Which is a total bummer because I really like popcorn. I manage to sneak a few more handfuls but, yeah, for whatever pathetic reason, I can't handle it.Damn. I didn't even have dinner and was counting on the popcorn to satisfy that need.

Joy is trying new foods these days. Gone are the days when some amount of formless tasteless goop would do for a meal. We are eating bananas, carrots, peas, raisins, bits of hotdog, bits of pasta and bits of potato. It was just maybe 2 or 3 weeks ago when I gave her her first piece of pasta. Just plain old overcooked curly - q pasta. She gave me a look that would melt your heart or a polar ice cap. It was a look of pain, disgust, anguish, fear, and even anger. At me. How could I poison her like that? "How could you" she was asking me with her beautiful eyes. How could I indeed. I wanted nothing more than to scoop out a pile of formless tasteless goop and go back to the way things were. This was my baby growing up a little. It's funny how one tiny insignificant piece of overcooked curly - q pasta can change your whole life. Feeding time was our time; it was a special moment when I could really nurture her and see her taking nourishment. I knew that her tiny body was doing the best it could to process, and it was my job to see that it had the chance. Nobody saw the tear in my eye that day.

Now her menu is fairly advanced. She is eating new stuff almost every day. What was good a week or so ago is now more or less a plaything on her high chair table. She wants the next new thing. She wants the new experience. She wants to see what other stuff she can taste. Man I totally get that. I'm an explorer at heart and "adventure eating" is something I enjoy, from time to time. So yeah Joy, I understand where you're coming from. Just don't go too fast ok? If you want formless tasteless goop, its ok with me.

A Tulip Opens
It Cannot Be Hurried
It Cannot Be Delayed