She’s always loved the toy piano. But, apparently, she’s grown bored of playing it in a seated position. She’s got a touch of Jerry Lee Lewis in her.
In an effort to keep the Baby safe from her own under-cabinet explorations, we put several child-safety locks on our bathroom and kitchen cabinets. You can see how well those are working. She’s convinced we hide all sorts of treats and sweets deep inside there. I’m trying to teach her that though it looks and feels a lot like her bottle, Redken straightener is toxic when ingested.
This picture perfectly illustrates how much {or little} progress the Preschooler and the Baby have made in terms of becoming playmates. The Baby acts something like a puppy dog. She’s warm and cuddly, but she’s constantly into trouble. Mainly, she just follows the Preschooler around making sure she’s included in whatever activity her big sister has found to entertain herself. On this day, she plopped herself down in the middle of the Preschooler’s artwork-in-progress and refused to get up. I’m pretty sure she enjoys the drama she creates.
This is a picture the Kindergartener drew at school. It’s a self-portrait of her doing gymnastics. What I like about this {besides the awesome length of her arms} is how it reminds me of my new yoga class. Last week we started working on inversion {which, I have learned, is a code word for “upside down” poses}. We’ve started working on shoulder stands, and apparently, we’re supposed to be learning to do headstands any day now. So, this picture is going to be my inspiration. Only I can guarantee you my legs won’t be that straight, and I won’t be smiling when I’m “inverted.” I’ll be too focused on not passing out and/or injuring something.
I don’t have a picture for this, but the Kindergartener is very distraught about one particular subject at school: Spanish. She’s so upset that the mere thought of having to go to Spanish brings her to tears. So, on the two mornings a week when she’s most anxious about this, I try to encourage her by saying I know how hard it is, and she’s going to be fine, and it takes time to learn a new language, etc., etc. Today she told told us forcefully on her way out the door, “I only want to speak English!” So I made a deal with her that English will continue to be the language we speak at home. Since none of us are bilingual, that should be an easy promise to keep.
Meanwhile the Preschooler is running around yelling, “Hola!,” “Agua!,” “Cucina!” I think we all need to watch more Dora the Explorer.
And, finally, this is a picture I took in a parking lot on my way home from Target the other night. It was one of those moments when in the middle of the mundane I was blindsided by something majestic.
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