Los Pininos: Rising and Shining and bad poetry.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Rising and Shining and bad poetry.

Beautiful, beautiful boy.

We're twisted in each of your dark, sweet curls.

Each word, phrase, look, pout

turns us inside out!

Oliver, my baby.

Each day with you is a joy.

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Los Pininos

We were looking for just the right name to capture the joy and struggle in balancing all the parts of our lives here in New Orleans, with our children, family, work, and selves. I couldn't help but think of Elliot working on his balance, and Tita (my mom) standing him up, gazing in his eyes, and slowly letting go, screaming "Pinino!" Sometimes he'd stand for a few, others he'd crash down...Whatever the outcome, Elliot's response was half-fear, half-thrill and all smiles. I'd like to think that's how we face our daily lives. We are Los Pininos.