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Tools of the Trades

We saw them in the morning as we were heading to summer ballet: a company from Georgia was digging up portions of the street and shoulder to lay pipe. There were various vehicles for digging, grading, and flattening, and I proposed, "After ballet we could walk up here and watch them use those big machines."

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We decided it might be a good photo opportunity, so I took our big camera and L took our small camera, telling jokes on the walk to the top of our street where we'd seen them working. I hoped it might inspire the Girl to take pictures of something other than the ground, her favorite subject.

When we arrived, though, the workers had already left. Their various tractors stood idle, some of their cabs enclosed in pad-locked sheets of metal. "Perhaps they begin early in the morning to avoid the heat," I suggested. Still, we decided to look around, first examining an old Ford tractor's street brush attachment.

"Know what this is for?" I asked.

"It's wire!" was the answer.

"Yes, but what do you think they use it for?"

A shrug. "Dunno." (Where did that come from? Where does she pick up all these things? Is she a sponge?)

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Photo by the Girl

"They use use it to clean the street." I paused. "Funny, huh?"

Giggles for a moment, then she exclaimed, "I need to take a picture of that." She took two, both of them fairly well composed for the Girl's thrust-camera-forward-and-click photo composition method.

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And of course, being the photo-geek I am, I had to take a picture of her taking pictures.

"Why is it blue?" she asked.

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"Because they wanted to make it your favorite color" I replied. She gave me that look she's now mastered that says clearly, "There's no way I believe that."

She clarified: "But why isn't it all blue?"

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"I don't know," I responded, hoping that would be the end of it. Accepting the limits of my knowledge is something that takes time for the Girl. Later in life, we refer to this as the realization of one's father's mortality; for now, it's simply impossible that Tata doesn't know everything.

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Yet I do know how to operate a camera, and lately L has become more aware of being the object of photos, and so it was today. Pictures were posing events.

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New locations, new shots. New questions, new fears overcome. Each day with the Girl can be filled with surprises.

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And there was even a bit of role playing.

Fascination

The Boy has become fascinated with a small cow, a singing, vibrating cow that includes a soundtrack of children giggling to the silly song.

Afternoon Relax

It’s tempting to say, “It’s just his tendency to look to the right.” Yet the fact that it calms him almost instantaneously indicates there’s something more to it.

Tummy Time

As parents, we sometimes deliberately subject our children to discomfort, frustration, and anger. For the Boy, that occurs several times daily, and the Girl has named this torture “Tummy Time.”

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“You have to exercise those neck muscles,” she explains as we did so often before. For the Girl, though, it’s more than simple entertainment: it’s a brief glimpse into her own infancy.

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Perhaps that’s why she’s so keen to watch each and every time. She comes running from wherever she might be when she hears, “Okay, little man, it’s Tummy Time.”

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Story Four

Fairy Tale 4

Once upon a time there was a princess that had a castle. The castle had a queen. She was beautiful.

Story Three

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Once upon a time there was a queen and a king and a princess. She had five cats and one dog.

Little Hands

Little hands are good at threading little beads onto little strings.

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And with a young lady who sometimes has little patience, that’s no small feat.

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The creative process has its demands, though, and if the motivation is there, the persistence and patience are not far behind.

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Little hands are also good at opening big letters — big in their size and their significance.

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“L, you have mail!” I call out as I enter. It seems her friend from school has written back.

Changes

It was sometime during second or third grade, I believe, that I first realized I wasn't seeing the same things my classmates were seeing. I'd somehow discovered that if I pulled on the corners of my eyes, I could see better. The teachers noticed, said something to my parents, and shortly after that, I had my first pair of glasses.

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The Girl, it turns out, has the opposite problem: she's far-sighted.

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The optometrist tells us it's something she could outgrow in a few years.

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There are some things, however, she's likely to retrain for several years to come.

Keeping and Surrendering

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Photo by Lauri Rantala

"Hey L, come help me take out the trash and recycling," I call as we finish up playing tag in the front yard, our new daily tradition. I pull into the laundry room the wicker basket we put our paper recycling in during the week and have her help me transfer the paper from it to the tub we'll take out to the street. And then she sees it: one of her drawings. There. In the recycling.

She gasps.

"What's this doing here?!" she asks, confused. "Are you throwing this away?"

I think fast and answer truthfully: "Well, we went through everything, and we're saving the best."

She looks at one of her crayon drawings and asks incredulously: "And this?!?"

Truthfully, it is quite good.

"Well, we can take that," I admit. "It's a good drawing."

"And this?!" she exclaims, pulling out another. "And my subtraction work?!"

Soon she's pulled out every single item of hers, each time accompanying the delicate removal with a gasp of shock and horror.

I explain to her that we can't keep everything, making a mental note to check with K before having the Girl help sort recycling again. Still, it's not a lesson she'll learn quickly: most of us tend to hold onto things more than we should.

Afternoon Play

Summer always had a dream-like feel to it when I was a young kid. Even though it seemed never to arrive, it had an aura of endlessness once it finally did. Two and a half months seem a lot longer when you’re five.

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And waiting for summer vacation when the weather is already warm and everything around you is beginning to scream, “It’s summer!” (even though it’s technically spring) makes for itchy feet.

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So we decided to get a jump on summer today, though, with some tag in the front yard. We ran around the yard, fell on each other, and rolled around in the grass, winded and sure that the moment would last for ever.

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At least I was sure. The Girl, not so much. She was up again, ready to go.

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“Come on, Tata! I’m it!”

The Bath