Skating into the gloaming two ethereal evenings in a row. Saturday we were statutes trapped in a snow globe. Big fat fluffy flakes danced all around us as we skated figure 8s and scored goals. I’m in awe of my boy’s fancy footwork on the ice. He cruises along the slick surface with complete confidence and chutzpah.
Gussying my girl up for a spontaneous invitation to a sock hop. All pretty in piggy tails and poufy, pink poodle skirts primed for a party.
An impromptu end of week gathering with my brother and sil during which we engaged in heated debate over the week’s events in Egypt and other relevant and not so relevant issues.
Attending Miss Bit’s little performance Saturday morning and finding that she was the big star of the small show. I could see that she was nervous, yet she told her jokes with confidence, sang and danced with feeling and delivered her lines clearly. T. Bone congratulated his little sister as they embraced after the show. With one arm around his waist, she looked up at him beaming and said, “You’re getting so big T. Bone.” She's so eager to share the spotlight.
We stopped at the mall on the way home so Miss Bit could get her ears pierced. She almost didn’t because she was absolutely terrified when she saw the needle. Let’s just say that our little damsel has mastered the art of drama. She now admits that she’s happy she went through with it and also that she’s not sure she would do it again. In 6 weeks, Miss Bit will have her pick of pink dolphins or purple dolphins or rainbow unicorns or chubby cheeked bunnies or fawn colored felines. Her own astute observation: “It’s a whole new world with earrings!” Ah…yes, a world of high fashion.
Dinner around the hibachi grill. T. Bone and Miss Bit both tried and even enjoyed new tastes. They weren’t sold on the shrimp, but they did like the fried rice. When the chef sailed a zucchini straight into T. Bone’s mouth, he ate it up. Dessert was a Wii bowling tournament.
A date to window shop our way through the public market whilst the littles were at Sunday school....spices and seafood and sweets and steaming coffee.
A brisk walk through the neighborhood in the quiet of a snowy afternoon.
Cheering T. Bone on during his basketball game from the stands. Miss Bit squealed every time he made a basket…and he made many…most. She was proud to tell whomever would listen that #6 is her brother…oh, and that she got her ears pierced the day before.
Hunkering down at the heart of the house…the kitchen table…to help Miss Bit with the rest of her Valentines and to help T. Bone complete a social studies project. The order in which a 6 year old fancies her cards is so very telling. Each classmate received two silly bands in his or her envelope, and those selections were illuminating too. Both kids worked hard and long and felt pride in their impressive creations.
The kitchen floor was (and still is) a sea of hot pink sprinkles and red jimmies and pearly nonpareils, and yet some candies even made it atop the heart shaped cookies my master decorator…My Bit…festooned.
So much time to read that Shadow Tag is almost a figment of my imagination already. To think the pressing question now is what to read next? I love just that kind of dilemma.
No computers. No Call of Duty. Next to no television.
Time together to talk, share and play, create and celebrate.
Gussying my girl up for a spontaneous invitation to a sock hop. All pretty in piggy tails and poufy, pink poodle skirts primed for a party.
An impromptu end of week gathering with my brother and sil during which we engaged in heated debate over the week’s events in Egypt and other relevant and not so relevant issues.
Attending Miss Bit’s little performance Saturday morning and finding that she was the big star of the small show. I could see that she was nervous, yet she told her jokes with confidence, sang and danced with feeling and delivered her lines clearly. T. Bone congratulated his little sister as they embraced after the show. With one arm around his waist, she looked up at him beaming and said, “You’re getting so big T. Bone.” She's so eager to share the spotlight.
We stopped at the mall on the way home so Miss Bit could get her ears pierced. She almost didn’t because she was absolutely terrified when she saw the needle. Let’s just say that our little damsel has mastered the art of drama. She now admits that she’s happy she went through with it and also that she’s not sure she would do it again. In 6 weeks, Miss Bit will have her pick of pink dolphins or purple dolphins or rainbow unicorns or chubby cheeked bunnies or fawn colored felines. Her own astute observation: “It’s a whole new world with earrings!” Ah…yes, a world of high fashion.
Dinner around the hibachi grill. T. Bone and Miss Bit both tried and even enjoyed new tastes. They weren’t sold on the shrimp, but they did like the fried rice. When the chef sailed a zucchini straight into T. Bone’s mouth, he ate it up. Dessert was a Wii bowling tournament.
A date to window shop our way through the public market whilst the littles were at Sunday school....spices and seafood and sweets and steaming coffee.
A brisk walk through the neighborhood in the quiet of a snowy afternoon.
Cheering T. Bone on during his basketball game from the stands. Miss Bit squealed every time he made a basket…and he made many…most. She was proud to tell whomever would listen that #6 is her brother…oh, and that she got her ears pierced the day before.
Hunkering down at the heart of the house…the kitchen table…to help Miss Bit with the rest of her Valentines and to help T. Bone complete a social studies project. The order in which a 6 year old fancies her cards is so very telling. Each classmate received two silly bands in his or her envelope, and those selections were illuminating too. Both kids worked hard and long and felt pride in their impressive creations.
The kitchen floor was (and still is) a sea of hot pink sprinkles and red jimmies and pearly nonpareils, and yet some candies even made it atop the heart shaped cookies my master decorator…My Bit…festooned.
So much time to read that Shadow Tag is almost a figment of my imagination already. To think the pressing question now is what to read next? I love just that kind of dilemma.
No computers. No Call of Duty. Next to no television.
Time together to talk, share and play, create and celebrate.
2 comments:
i love that, "it's a whole new world with earrings!" i couldn't ahve said it better myself ;-)
The picture of L getting her ears pierced is priceless. I am glad her fear was short lived. The price we pay to be beautiful!
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