it finally came...

Our christmas was lovely, zany, quiet, sunny...I hope yours was much of the same!

Gallery Thursday on Tuesday

This drawing came about one morning when I was ducking into the kitchen closet to get something and WHACKED my head on the door jamb.  I was struck dumb and in alarm Eliza started to draw and in the midst of my stumbling about clutching my head she said "Mama, come here come here and look!" and when I finally made it over there, she had drawn the bottom bit - the part with the large square body flying through the air, which made me laugh pretty hard through my tears, and she sat back with a relieved smile and said "I knew it would make you laugh".  The rest of it is a mystery to me - I mean, why do I have SUCH a square body (I know, it's winter and I'm rarely without at least one large sweater...) and all of those poised young ladies (in their OWN ROOMS - another post perhaps) look so shapely and fine???

This one was scribbled off one evening when E was quite mad at me for something - I think one particular struggle finally resulted in not joining A and I for night-time reading and she was really really mad at me. I wonder if I'm the one on the right - you know, the one with the bad teeth and bushy eyebrows?

And this one is from Ani, and is totally unrelated to the one above - I don't think she's even seen it, as it is buried in one of Eliza's many notebooks. I LOVE watching the drawings progress...

busy busy busy

does your house look like this right now?

the sun never says...

Even

After

All this time

The sun never says to the earth,

"You owe

Me."

Look

What happens

With a love like that.

It lights the

Whole

Sky.

Hafiz

Our solstice dawned bright and sunny, so we bundled up and went to one of our favorite places to hike (forgetting that this was a *bonus* weekend for deer-hunting...luckily our girls were getted up in their usual bright colors and we made lots of noise...).  Then we made pumpkin muffins (they're yellow, like the sun, see?), decorated our gingerbread house (ooh, this was painful. why do I never remember that I need one of my very own? the scene was vaguely reminiscent of the French and Saunders' crafty moms skit), and finished our balloon lanterns. WHEW.  We are all coming down from a great visit with dan's folks - they indulged the girls with hours of reading, tea parties, coloring, singing...we are already feeling a little lonely without their company. I am hoping that "lonely" becomes "peaceful" as the week progresses, and that we enjoy our Christmas here with our little family. 

Happy Solstice, friends...the sun is coming back!!

snowed in!

catching up from last week...a table full of sudoku and serious coloring...

fun with shaving...
and yes, snowed in (I know - we got about an inch. yowza.)...

yuletide guests

toenails have been painted blue...snuggling has commenced...the grandparents have arrived!  

on the agenda for the week is holing up for the storm that followed them from Wisconsin (this means cribbage, lots of stories on the couch, and a cycling through the board games) and hoping Eliza's holiday play doesn't get cancelled. and maybe a date with Dan...

Geography

E: my name is Shahiro, and I'm from Japan.

A: ok. I'm from PeterPan.

E: well, if your name is Wendy, you could be from Peter Pan.

A: (long pause) well, ok, I'll be Wendy.

(Dan thinks there might be a paper in there somewhere...always thinking, that one.)

Jewels

Gallery Thursday

For some reason it is taking for.ev.er. to upload photos right now, so I will leave you with just this juicy piece:  I can only assume they are the wicked stepsisters, since the girls have been glued to a version of Cinderella featuring Julie Andrews from the 1950'2, written by Rogers and Hammerstein, and which is perfectly perfectly AWFUL.  Enjoy.

as bad as the kids...

My Gramma Eliza used to get a little perturbed at those of her children* and grandchildren who found it amusing to add miscellaneous visitors to her creche every Christmas. I can respect that visiting giant squirrels and various Hummel figures might feel kind of sacrilegious, but for me it was like the more the merrier, right? Well, we put out our olive wood creche from Bethlehem this week, and the girls love playing with it, concocting long stories about where everyone is going to sleep and why there seems to be a pig joining the wise men. Eliza even found a camel at the thrift store and bought it with her own 25 cents to join the melee.  Now, I knew it wouldn't take long for our cat, Charlie, to find the tempting little pieces and take them on field trips around the living room, but I was still chagrined to hear Dan exclaim that the baby Jesus was missing!  It was only a moment before he found him on the floor nearby, though his manger piece is still MIA.  However, Dan made sure to place a newly appointed bodyguard in the stable.  His name is Homey.

*Uncle Johnny, this means YOU

winter and music

There are many things I am grateful for with Dan home, but one of the best parts is having more music in our days.  The girls and I make a good bit on our own, but Dan's presence adds more variety and skill to the mix!  The girls are also showing more interest in giving the various instruments that are now visiting the downstairs more often (rather than being sequestered in their cases in the study) a serious try, which secretly thrills us of course.  The uke, the violin, and the banjo have joined the piano in the corner, and though it is difficult to convince anika that not every instrument needs to be played while marching triumphantly around the room, it is fun to have them at the ready for when the mood strikes.

We have also been snow and cold-bound (I know, we are such light-weights, and winter has not truly begun...), which means a lot of pent-up energy.  Eliza's brilliant solution to a case of the crazies is to don one of eleven leotards (we counted today, during a hot dispute over who got to wear what) and get funky...

    

Dutch As Usuable

Ah, Anika. You are so very very three.  And while it is so easy for me to list the parts of "three" that I am really ready to move on from (and I am exhibiting GREAT will-power in refraining from listing them here), there are so many things about you at three that I hope will linger long after you become four...your insistance on being called anything but Anika: Persephone, Guinevere, Lily Louise, Laura Thistle Mary Ingalls, Giselle, China Rose Bud and Mae. The way you say "dutch" instead of "just", in spite of being one of the most articulate people I know (and this does not just include the preschool crowd. This girl is precise and eloquent!), and how the word "usual" just eludes you, though you continue to try to use it "as usuable".  From the moment you could talk you have narrated your every move, and this has grown to elaborate proportions, as your "every move" leads you frequently into lengthy fairy tales.  A guest at our Thanksgiving table, who does not spend a lot of time with children, remarked that you are such a little person! And while part of me thought that was an odd thing to say, it is true that you are remarkably you, and you seem to have no desire to be anything but dutch you.  You are not the pleaser, the performer, the joiner. You are stubborn and unyielding, certain and rarely remorseful, challenging and charming...and while I find these qualities frustrating many times a day, I know they will serve you well as you grow into being ever more you.

Gallery Thursday

Eliza draws. A lot...