Newsflash
Hair Hat has been chosen as one of five books for Canada Reads 2010: Independently!!!! (If you want a copy to read along, contact me.)
Focus
Can’t stop taking photos. Running out subjects. Maybe I’ll carry the camera out tonight and record an evening edition playgroup in session. Sleepy due to late night and indulgent celebrations. Achy from the hot yoga super-poses. Mountains of laundry due to not folding on my birthday. Supper will be black beans and rice with tortillas and authentic Central American crema, and queso blanco; this might possibly be my favourite meal of all time. I should be gearing up to make new year’s resolutions, or feeling more contemplative, but … somehow, not yet. “Can you please focus!” I just heard Albus tell his sister, who is doing the camera work for their mutual movie project, which involves all the amazing Star Wars Lego ships he’s built over the last week. Quite astonishing, really. He does it completely without assistance; when I tried to help, I realized that I couldn’t, because the instructions were too complicated for my non-mechanically-inclined brain to follow. It’s a bit like doing 3-D puzzles.
So here’s what else is on, this sleepy old day: Kevin’s gone to Toronto. Fooey’s watching TV. CJ’s napping. I’m playing. Above, some evidence.
I Have Been Informed That This Is How I Should Hold My New Camera
Thanks to everyone who made this day so truly wonderful and celebratory. Aging. It’s not half bad.
Wait! Birthday So Far Revised!
So, Kev and the boys were gone when Fooey and I got home from taking AppleApple to horse camp … gone for a walk, the note said. It did not add: to the camera store.
W.O.W.
I’m speechless.
Birthday So Far
Woke early to CJ crying a word that sounded like “puppy.” Nope, another word very similar; and his diaper had worked its way off in the night. After cleanup, we had a snuggle and a nurse. Then we got AppleApple dressed and ready for a day at horse camp–my Christmas gift to her. I don’t think she’s wearing enough socks under her rubber boots. It’s freezing out there! Took Fooey along because she wanted to see the horses. Spent the entire time at the farm listening to Fooey cry because she wasn’t wearing snow pants. Spent the entire trip home with Fooey kicking the back of my seat and howling because I hadn’t brought a snack for her. She did seem properly chagrined when I reminded her that it was my birthday, finally (guilt tripping Mama).
So … it’s a regular day. But here are some lovely things ahead: I requested an afternoon out of the house, without kids. I’m planning to drop in to a hot yoga class around noon, spend a generous gift certificate from my mom at a favourite clothing store uptown, and … not sure what else. Maybe visit the bookstore or library, bring my journal. And tonight, Kevin’s taking me out for supper, no children allowed.
But right now, I need to deal with an absurdly grumpy four-year-old. “You has to HELP me with the puzzle. That’s what I’m trying to complain to you!”