Tomorrow, Nico, Christian, and I are going to the Dalian International Beer Festival to watch Christian’s coworkers get really, really drunk (as Chinese people are prone to do when they encounter beer). I’m actually kind of looking forward to it even though I don’t like beer or the smoking that frequently accompanies it once one leaves America’s west coast. Festivities trump ickiness.
Anyway, this will be Nico’s first beer festival, which I suspect is a very important event to the Austrian half of him. To commemorate the occasion, I suppose we should actually bathe him, cut his nails, and maybe cut the knots out of his hair (other people’s ayis have begun to take notice).
Oh, and for anyone keeping track, this week Nico mastered the skill of screaming. This isn’t crying, mind you. I mean screaming. He’s got a high-pitched squeal scream and an obnoxious “eh” scream both of which he now likes to pull out randomly for no particular reason other than the joy of hearing himself wail. I now know why the more experienced mothers used to say Nico was at “such a lovely age” back when he was merely attached permanently to my chest.
Anyone interested in purchasing a slightly used, kinda grungy, almost five-month old future opera singer?