Sunday, June 30, 2013

More Laughter

It is hot; right now the temperature in our house is 88 degrees. We are not acclimated to this level of heat. It makes us cranky. (Sadly, I am not immune to this effect.)

We were at home this afternoon. C&D were arguing about everything. So I stopped dinner preparations and we all went outside together to build a "backyard waterpark," consisting of one slide and one sprinkler.

It was perfect.


Suddenly the children were happy, screaming with delight. C exclaimed, "It's more of everything, every second! More laughter, more fun-ness, and even more wetness!"

I spread out a quilt and laid down on my back, the spray of the sprinkler soaking my face and pitter-pattering like rain around me.

Yes. That's more like it.

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Three

Last weekend, my son turned three.

To celebrate, we took the "buthday bway" on a little getaway. He spent his birthday weekend running on grassy lawns,

sipping orange juice and eating a pancake the size of a plate for brunch,

discovering murals,

enjoying birthday cupcakes and fresh fruit on a beautiful deck with an amazing view,

splashing in the water,

helping build sand castles,

walking on the beach,

crashing out in the car on the way home,

and riding his shiny new red tricycle.

Little D is such a sweet "bway."

He sings songs often.
He eats with gusto.
He regales us with tales of Mr. Magical, who lives on the prairie.
He wants to do everything himself. (And if you accidentally do something for him, let the tantrum commence.)
He converses with his sister in their shared tongue, "Beemie language."
He climbs jungle gyms fearlessly.
He talks to our cat tenderly: "Maui, you're a sweet girl."
He requires me to kiss his favorite "snuggler" (Baby, pictured above in the carseat) before I go to work.
He is a laugh riot, a rabble-rouser, a patience tester.

He is my son, and I love him so.

Happy birthday, my darling D.

Sunday, June 2, 2013

Art Gallery

Every day, the children sit at their little table by the window and put crayon to paper. They are quite prolific, but here are a few standout pieces.

First up, three by C:

This little princess's cheeks are red and black because, as C explained, "she just ate chocolate raspberries." Doesn't she look like someone who just had a delicious treat? I can see the sugar daze--and the profound longing for more--in those big eyes.


This is a family portrait. I just love it.

These illustrate one of C's latest obsessions: The Wizard of Oz. She received an abridged copy of the book for her birthday, and then we started listening to the movie soundtrack, and then I found an old copy of Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz in the basement and we just finished reading it aloud. But, I digress! Pictured here is Dorothy in her blue-and-white checked dress, alongside a rainbow (another frequent object of illustration).


Most of the time, D just scribbles, but here's a little gem of a self-portrait that he drew recently.

Very Tim Burton, don't you think?

Though the living room is constantly scattered with scraps of paper, I do love watching their drawing skills progress, and seeing little bits of our lives reflected in their art.