However, this face has no explanation, other than perhaps performance art.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Art
It's fun when all of a sudden your kid's artwork becomes recognizable.
However, this face has no explanation, other than perhaps performance art.
However, this face has no explanation, other than perhaps performance art.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
For those of you with girls who like to dress up, maternity shirts are just the thing, especially the ones that tie in the back. This is Mer's ode to a Greek goddess ensemble. Emerald toga "dress," tiara-like headband on the forehead, platinum sandals. She's good; it works.
And in the following performances, you'll see how she entertains herself, and us. We're not sure what this song is, though it certainly owes some inspiration to "These Are the Months of the Year."
And in the following performances, you'll see how she entertains herself, and us. We're not sure what this song is, though it certainly owes some inspiration to "These Are the Months of the Year."
Thursday, February 05, 2009
And Now, a Word from Our Spicklers
Get it? Sponsors/Spicklers? I kill me.
For one of my favorite blog posts in a long time, click here: http://spickler.blogs.com/walts_world/2009/02/fixit-crew.html.
For one of my favorite blog posts in a long time, click here: http://spickler.blogs.com/walts_world/2009/02/fixit-crew.html.
Monday, February 02, 2009
Snow Day, Such as it Was
So, we've had our obligatory barely-there snow day. Meredith, poor Southern child, thought it was "a LOT of snow." Meanwhile many of our loved ones actually were experiencing a lot of snow--and even more ice. We're sure that Keddi and Papa will have power again SOMEday, and we admire the pioneering spirit of their current powerless adventures. Hang in there, guys. Not that you can read this post.
Happy.
"Axploring" the backyard.
Angels.
Happy.
"Axploring" the backyard.
Angels.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Miscellaneous Life
Here are some things we've been doing lately.
Painting at the new easel. So fun. So many masterpieces.
Fixing our hair. Sweet sweet Aunt Lyndi took Mer out for ice cream the other day, and then to Walgreens where she allowed Mer to pick a treat. After talking Mer out of baby bottles and bibs for baby sister (very sweet, but might have been a disappointment eventually), Meredith picked out a giant, tacky (Lyndi said so too) heart shaped plastic purse full of thousands of hair ties of all varieties. She loves them. She moves them from bag to bag, sorts them, dumps them out, picks them up, and puts as many as possible in her hair and announces that she's ready to go. See below.
Dancing, and dressing up. We wear our princess dress or our ballerina clothes every day. On this day, she also wanted to wear her dad's hat (that we all agree makes ANY wearer look kind of nuts) and her backpack. Homeless ballerina? Oh - and she's holding the hat that she wanted me to wear.
Cooking. With authority. She helps me almost everytime I cook, and the below pic was the first time she was willing to stir something on the hot stove. When you're learning how to cook, the most important things to remember are these: ALWAYS wait for directions, and ALWAYS ask permission before you do anything. Progress on both fronts is slow. In her defense, she modified our healthy muffin recipe the other day while I answered the phone, and darned if they weren't the best ever...it was something to do with baking powder.
Painting at the new easel. So fun. So many masterpieces.
Fixing our hair. Sweet sweet Aunt Lyndi took Mer out for ice cream the other day, and then to Walgreens where she allowed Mer to pick a treat. After talking Mer out of baby bottles and bibs for baby sister (very sweet, but might have been a disappointment eventually), Meredith picked out a giant, tacky (Lyndi said so too) heart shaped plastic purse full of thousands of hair ties of all varieties. She loves them. She moves them from bag to bag, sorts them, dumps them out, picks them up, and puts as many as possible in her hair and announces that she's ready to go. See below.
Dancing, and dressing up. We wear our princess dress or our ballerina clothes every day. On this day, she also wanted to wear her dad's hat (that we all agree makes ANY wearer look kind of nuts) and her backpack. Homeless ballerina? Oh - and she's holding the hat that she wanted me to wear.
Cooking. With authority. She helps me almost everytime I cook, and the below pic was the first time she was willing to stir something on the hot stove. When you're learning how to cook, the most important things to remember are these: ALWAYS wait for directions, and ALWAYS ask permission before you do anything. Progress on both fronts is slow. In her defense, she modified our healthy muffin recipe the other day while I answered the phone, and darned if they weren't the best ever...it was something to do with baking powder.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Inauguration Day, 2009
Meredith, never one to miss drama, was a big fan of the inauguration of President Obama. She ran from the other room when she heard his arrival announced, shouting "Robama is coming!" She then stood by the television and presented him, getting into the fanfare of the occasion.
She raised both arms in the air as Aretha Franklin sang and she danced (and made me dance with her) as Itzhak Perlman, Yo-Yo Ma, Gabriela Montero and Anthony McGill played so beautifully. She won't remember this. And as one of the TV announcers pointed out, the day won't have the same significance for her as it does for her elders. That's because, Lord willing, it will seem completely unsurprising to her that a black man was inaugurated when she was three.
I am almost completely a-political, having a mind that God shaped so that it sees 47 sides to every issue and a temperament that seeks agreement among all 47 sides. So on this occasion, I can easily stand completely outside of politics, and just be grateful that God's name was invoked at this inauguration, that our President spoke of humility and virtue, and that one of God's peacemakers, Dr. King, has been honored by the fulfillment of a noble dream.
She raised both arms in the air as Aretha Franklin sang and she danced (and made me dance with her) as Itzhak Perlman, Yo-Yo Ma, Gabriela Montero and Anthony McGill played so beautifully. She won't remember this. And as one of the TV announcers pointed out, the day won't have the same significance for her as it does for her elders. That's because, Lord willing, it will seem completely unsurprising to her that a black man was inaugurated when she was three.
I am almost completely a-political, having a mind that God shaped so that it sees 47 sides to every issue and a temperament that seeks agreement among all 47 sides. So on this occasion, I can easily stand completely outside of politics, and just be grateful that God's name was invoked at this inauguration, that our President spoke of humility and virtue, and that one of God's peacemakers, Dr. King, has been honored by the fulfillment of a noble dream.
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