Koda the bear, again

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January 12, 2005· Filed Under Our dog  Tags:

If , like me, you happen to have very young children, you may well have come across ‘Brother Bear’ as it is called in English, or ‘Koda: Fratello Orso” as the film is entitled here in Italy. I say film, but really it is a long cartoon.

The story, for those of you who have not had the pleasure of seeing this Disney film is basically about an Indian who gets transformed into a bear after having killed another bear. While this Indian is a bear, he meets, highly coincidentally, another bear, a little bear. This (little) bear, as bears often do, in films anyway, has a name and it is Koda. Koda is the first bear I have ever seen wearing lipstick. I suspect that he will also be the last. If you have seen the film, you may have noticed the lipstick, well, I think it is lipstick. It certainly looks as if it is. Moving quickly on from the little bear’s makeup, I have to say that our 20 month old loves it, the film that is, not the bear’s makeup, just in case you were getting a little confused. He cannot get enough of the film. At 8 this morning and yesterday morning, while his parents where slowly and drowsily getting ready for work, the little chap was having his daily dose of the lipsticked bear. I hasten to add that neither my better half , nor I are responsible for sticking our kid in front of the telly, honestly. The little fellow got the video out and inserted it into the VCR, well he tried to, until his mum seeing what he was up to, put the video in properly and switched on the telly. Result: one happy little bunny. I think it would be accurate to say that he is a Koda addict.

We finally prized the little one away from his place on the sofa to get him ready for his day nursery, although he kept popping back, between layers of winter clothing, to check on progress. When he finally left the house, I switched of the VCR and the house was Koda free. However, the saga does not end there.

I picked up Bapoo, as we call him, can’t remember how he earnt this nickname, at 5:30 after he had had a hard day at the nursery. Well, he did look tired. Then after picking up my laptop from where I had left it earlier on in the day, intentionally, before you start asking, and struggling along with two bags and a baby in a pushchair, we finally arrived at home. And guess what I was watching within five minutes, or less, of getting in? Koda, again. Only now, I’ve seen the film so many times, that I don’t even notice the lipstick anymore.

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4 Responses to “Koda the bear, again”

  1. Chris V. said on January 12th, 2005 10:23 pm

    Alex,

    The internet, especially the blog “under web,” is huge. However did you know I mentioned your blog in my blog? That is mind boggling. Or should I say, mind bloggling?

    Either way, I’m glad you got ahold of me. I wasn’t entirely sure I even wanted to start a blog until I read yours. I then realized it might be a cool way to document the events leading up to my son’s birth as well as the trials and tribulations I’m sure I will be facing very shortly when he arrives. If the civilization as we know it doesn’t come to an abrupt end, my son might be able to go back and read my ramblings.

    Again, what a pleasant suprise.

    –Christian

  2. Alex said on January 12th, 2005 11:18 pm

    Hi back Christian,
    This is how I found you. Like you, I think, with apologies if I’m wrong, I’m a bit of a geek when it comes to technology, so when I set up my blog I put the Technorati thingy in the blog code and from the Technorati site I logged in and out of curiosity did a search for ‘Blog From Italy’ as I wanted to see if anyone else is doing something similar, so I could compare ideas, get a different angle, that sort of thing and lo and behold I came across an exact match for ‘blog from Italy’, so I had to go and see what it was about and found your little mention of my blog. Just pure luck, I guess.
    As you say, I reckon blogging the events up to, and hopefully after the birth, is a sort of fun way to document a momentous occasion in your life. Something to look back at when your little one is no longer little. Might even be fun for Preseley to read when he is older. It also might help keep you sane when those little baby problems crop up. Somebody once said to me that having a baby changes your life, and boy were they right. It does, big time, well, it did for me, anyway. Maybe your blog about your experience could even help other future parents come to terms with it all. As you probably know already, everyone offers you loads of advice and makes tons of comments and it’s difficult to sift the good stuff from the useless stuff at times. Reading about someone’s actual experience is a much better way to prepare yourself in my humble opinion.

    All the best.

    PS. You got Italian ancestors? Your name and surname seem to be Italian.

  3. Chris V. said on January 14th, 2005 6:42 pm

    Alex,

    As a matter of fact, I am Italian. However, I’m third generation and I know approximately ZERO Italian besides the mangled bits and pieces I’ve picked up watching mafia movies or on the dinner menu at the restaurant. You could say I’m a bit of a “goomba.”

    You’re absolutely right about people offering advice on raising a child. I’ve received plenty, both good and bad. I’ve reached the conclusion that the best way to learn is to simply roll up your sleeves and do it. Or to pay attention to advice from other guys, like you, who are already in the trenches. Either way, it is a very exciting time.

    If you don’t mind me asking how old were you when you had your first child?

  4. Alex said on January 14th, 2005 11:11 pm

    Hey Christian,
    Strangely enough, I too have Italian ancestors, on my mums side her grandmother, I think it was, was from Italy - Milan, where I am in fact. I know very little about the Italian arm of the family apart from the fact that they were picture framers, who for some reason ended up in Manchester in the UK. Their surname was Peduzzi. I should add that this vague Italian connection had nothing to do with my ending up here. What do you know about your Italian connections?

    With regard to how old I was when our little one arrived, I was 38. Bit older than you and a bit of a shock to the system too, discovering that you are about to become a father when you were, er, not really expecting it to ever happen. As for dealing with the happy event, you seem to have the right idea, just muck in there and do your best. The first few months are tough, all that feeding through the night and stuff, but things should calm down a little after that. Our little one has ended up in hospital a few times, nothing too serious, but worrying and a strain too. So, I hope nothing like that happens with your new arrival. Helps if you have a regular job too. Finding time for yourselves as a couple can be a little difficult. You sound as though, worries aside, you are looking forward to the event, which is a good thing. I looked forward, but with lots of trepidation. Age is on your side too, you will find that the little things,even though they don’t move initially take a lot of energy. The energy requirement increases when they get older and start exploring, fiddling with things, destroying you favourite CD’s and the like. Hope your baby is not too heavy, or you are strong. Our little fellow ways a ton and even though he is walking - born May 2003 - first steps in August 2004 - he still wants to be picked up a lot. As soon as they start walking and talking, or rather making word like noises, they start to be more fun and not just quite a lot of work. You are about to find all this out!
    Regards

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