Today's Snippets

These are the keep out notes on my daughters' door. I find them extremely inventive, even hilarious. Tours on Tuesdays is my favorite line.

My 5^th grader lets new words roll of his tongue, savoring the flavor of sound. With varied inflections I hear today’s word of choice over and over (and over and over). His tone is soft and his ears listening to our language, first like a question, then as an exclamation, then with surprise: “Debacle? Debacle! Debacle?!” “Mom, do you know what the word ‘debacle’ means? Debacle. . .Debacle”

This morning I styled The Baron’s hair while he stood on a stool, his image reflecting back at him. I dipped my fingers in the pomade, then pulled and twisted at his sun bleached tips, fashioning a cool coif. “I look bad.” Sam stated, a furrow in his brow. I went to protest, insisting that he see what his mother sees, a handsome little first grader--when he reached his hand up and slightly altered the tilt of his bangs from straight up to slightly askew. A grin spread across his face. . . “there! Now I look good.” He said with a smile.

Miss Sunshine practices a musical theatre number known as the “Elephant’s Stomp and Sing” La la la la I am an Elephant! I can stomp my feet? Can you stomp you feet? La la la la!

With persistent concentration, his focus near ferocious (okay, ferocious is a bit strong for a cherubic 7 month old, but still he is serious) Mr. Bingley crawls, commando style. Right elbow, left toe, thrust! Right elbow, left toe, thrust! We are praying that he stays safe from the 1, 472 possible ways he could hurt himself. And that’s just what I counted this morning off the top of my head.