fun in threes, sometimes fours
the girl
Nana and Papa came over for a late lunch yesterday, which meant a string of "Yes's" and "Of course's" from Papa. Because we all know who always says, "Yes."
The light was warm and the Girl was occupied; only one thing to do.
K said just yesterday, "We have so many pictures at the swing!" Portraits are supposed to reflect the subject and her personality, and what better way than to take pictures where she loves to be?
But point taken, K -- enough with the swing, already!
We took the Girl to the library this weekend. Favorite books were getting stale; she needed something new. Though she wound up obsessed with Curious George, she was initially fascinated with other things.
A new story L likes to tell — Big Wolf. The premise is careful: “Big Wolf! Be careful! Run away!”
There are few things in life the Girl likes loves more than ice cream (a new love) and dancing (an eternal love). We had a little outing Sunday that included both.
We began at the Marble Slab Creamery, where freshly made ice cream is mixed with just about anything -- by hand. L wanted "pink ice cream," which left our options somewhat limited. Fortunately, she's wild about strawberries, and strawberry ice cream turned out to be equally popular.
She savored it.
Afterward, we wandered down to the main park, where, unbeknown to us, there was an Irish festival (St. Patty's Day and all...), which included dancing -- sure to hold the Girl's attention.
The dancers were impressive, and L wanted to join them. K literally had to catch her just before she made it onto the stage.
Dancing lessons seem to be a definite future weeknight activity.
My girls. The women of my life. Today is your day.
No American celebrates Women's Day. It's not in my blood. I can't tell you when it is like I can explain the date of Thanksgiving or tell you when swimming pools general open (i.e., Memorial Day). And so I'm prone to forget. I remembered in Polska only because I saw all males buying flowers that day and I heard about it in school.
Still, seven years in Poland -- I should remember.
If I could sing you a song, I would. As it is, Peter will have to suffice.
Maybe year...
I'm off to put a reminder in Google Calendar.
The Girl began doing it in Poland, as we were standing outside the church, waiting to go in for her baptismal Mass. Everyone was fretting about this and that -- Will the Girl be able to sit that long? Will she remain calm when taken to the altar? Will the loud singing upset her? -- when L calmly walked over to the tripod and began taking pictures of everyone.
No camera necessary.
None of us realized she had a passion for photography.
We've already begun discussing when to get her camera. After all, when she sees me taking a picture, she often runs over and asks to take a picture herself. Granted, the camera is almost as big as she is, and she doesn't quite get the concept of framing a picture (she just presses the shutter release, and holds it down if I don't switch it to single-picture mode), but she does understand the concept: she takes the picture, then thrusts the camera away from her so she can look at her work.
"Maybe next year," I suggest. "When she's three."
"Or maybe this summer," K says. We are planning several weekend trips this year.
Maybe we'll get the camera this year, and a Flickr account for her next year...
It’s not the best example of her talking, but it shows how much L understands now.
It has been a while since I made any videos. Six months, to be precise. The reason is simple: our computer crashed, and while re-installing the software I use to make videos, it crashed again. I've just been putting it off since then.
Not much catching up to do -- here's one from December. The Girl dancing to the brushing teeth song.
We had a major accident this morning. I wasn't there when it happened, but apparently, it was something dreadful. So dire that the Girl emerged from the bathroom with an improvised finger splint.
The accident involved the seal as well, for he left the bathroom/emergency room with not one, but two adhesive bandages (CVS brand, I think, not BandAid).
After some consultation with Dr. L, I feel confident in saying that the seal is expected to make a full recovery.