Remi and the Beard

On Saturday night I went with Daddy and my friend Kalee and her parents to see a band - they're called Pearl and the Beard. Daddy thought they might be a little bit silly, but they turned out to be pretty solid.

The show was at a huge art space with tons of galleries, and the place used to be a prison.

After the show, I talked to one of the girls in the band - Daddy liked her because she was really good on the cello, and I liked her because she had a great bow hold.

We left the show and went to get some food, and guess who showed up? The Band.

So we hung out with them for a while - I think they had fun.

The Meaning of Me

So, I was a little bored today, Daddy said I can't play Wii during the week, on account of I get too many notes home from my teacher, so I went on the Internets to research my name. Here's what it means:

Andre: In French, the name Andre means- manly, courageous.

Remi: French form of the Latin name Remigius, which was derived from Latin remigis "oarsman". Saint Rémy was a 5th-century bishop who converted and baptized Clovis, king of the Franks.

Kishor: Derived from Sanskrit किशोर (kishora) meaning "colt".

Fleuette: who knows. Nobody can figure it out. I think its derived from Latin, fortis : strong, brave.

So, I'm a fearless captain of the seas, and racehorses too.

That Dastardly Dupont

It was Sunday, the first really warm day of spring, and Daddy and I were walking around the mean streets of Dupont Circle. Naturally, I had my Spiderman duds on, and carried my light saber, in the event Daddy needed me to protect him from any nefarious characters - it was tough duty: there were aggressive vendors forcing energy drinks on passerbys, old women singing in out-of-tune Reggae stylings about how great it would be to make a donation for the radical broadsides they were hawking, hungover gals trying to look inconspicuous in their conspicuous walks of shame... And puppies. There were puppies everywhere, which made our stroll treacherous - we had to stay ever vigilant to watch where we walked for puppie doo doo landmines, and to avoid stepping on their tails.

But the biggest threat were the paparazzi. They were everywhere. One photographer even brazenly approached us to ask to take our picture. Daddy said if we gave him one, maybe they'd leave us alone. So I relented.






After all this activity, I started fading. It's hard work being a superhero. I couldn't wait to get back home to relax and play Ben 10 on my Wii.

An Important Birthday Message

Daddy went to see Mark Levin last month, so I drew a bunch of cool Spiderman pictures like this one for Daddy to give to him...and Mark Levin gave me this cool happy birthday video back.

Thanks Mark

Salut

Yay! I got a brand-spanking new cousin today! His name is Christian Peter Andreone. If his mom had been able to hold on for two more weeks, we would have had the same birthday! That would have been cool.

I want to name him "little cutie" because he's a cutie.

I just asked dad "Do you know what babies do?"
he said "poop and eat"
I said, "yeah, and sleep"

Hi Christian. I like your hat.

Hello Sir!

I earned my first belt today in Tae Kwon Do, and it was cool! Its a white belt, and my teacher called me up in front of the whole class and tied it on me, and told me what a great job I'm doing.

I had to learn all kinds of kicks, and punches, and how to be respectful, and to yell HELLO SIR! when my teacher said hello. I can't wait til my next classes starts, and my teacher said I need to learn not to hit daddy when I'm practicing.

Daddy says he hopes I learn that part pretty soon.

I'm not goofing around, I swear

Remi, come on up!

Great job fella!

Daddy, look what I got!

Pretty cool, huh?

Rachael's Tribute to Pepere

Today was the running of the Preakness again. My Pepere used to go every year and win big money on the races, okay, not big money...alright, he went to the races every year. So Daddy and I have taken up a tradition of planting some of Pepere's favorite trees on every Preakness in his memory.

Me and Daddy at the tree

We name the tree after the winner of the race, and this year, a girl named Rachael won the Preakness...so we're naming the tree "Rachael Weeping Cherry". I know, it sounds weird, but really, who names trees anyway? So we name it whatever we want, cause the name isn't any weirder than naming it at all...

I got dirty too!

This year, Uncle Andy and Kaycee helped us plant the tree...okay, Uncle Andy did most of the work, but only because Daddy took so long trying to decide what tree to get, and then where to put it. By the time we got around to planting it, post time was about to start...

Uncle Andy and Kaycee

Uncle Andy hard at work

Me toooooo!

"Hey Remi, I don't think you're supposed to be doing that."

Hi Pepere. We're thinking about you. Daddy always tells me stories about how great you were... I love you.