At bed tonight, Margot first confided in me that she's both excited and nervous for kindergarten. Almost in the same breath, she switched gears and told me there are six things she's really excited about:
1. Going to gymnastics camp in August
2. Our upcoming trip to Long Island
3. Going to Lake Anna with her cousins
4. Tubing in Jackson, WY, next winter (I was unaware that was on the agenda)
5. The first day of kindergarten
6. Tomorrow
The funny thing is, nothing in particular is happening tomorrow. She'll go to camp, play with friends, and go swimming. She'll probably get a popsicle at camp, and I think they have free play in the pool instead of lessons (she's a whiz at fetching those sinking toys from the bottom of the pool, apparently). But I wish I could end each day completely unable to wait for the next day to start, even when it's just going to be a regular day. We should all take a lesson from Mini!
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
Earthquake
Early this morning I awoke to vibrating and shaking. The bed buzzed, the pictures on the wall clattered, and the floors rumbled a bit. My first thought was, "Something in the basement is about to blow up!" I said aloud, "What is that?" A dazed Brodie thought a second and then mumbled, "Earthquake." And he was right. This was my first earthquake. I'm ok if it's my only earthquake.
Margot slept right through it. So did Portia. I thought dogs were supposed to sense these things! I find it funny that Portia slept through, actually, because the other night, when we had a wicked thunderstorm, she dashed up the stairs and burrowed under the covers on Margot's bed. So thunderstorms = terror but earthquakes = nonchalance in P's world.
A bit of irony: a few days ago, Margot asked me how earthquakes happen. I gave a demonstration of how the Earth's plates push on one another and how a quake happens when they shift. However, I think she was asking because she heard more about Haiti on the radio, and not because she is forecasting earthquakes. You never can tell, though.
Margot slept right through it. So did Portia. I thought dogs were supposed to sense these things! I find it funny that Portia slept through, actually, because the other night, when we had a wicked thunderstorm, she dashed up the stairs and burrowed under the covers on Margot's bed. So thunderstorms = terror but earthquakes = nonchalance in P's world.
A bit of irony: a few days ago, Margot asked me how earthquakes happen. I gave a demonstration of how the Earth's plates push on one another and how a quake happens when they shift. However, I think she was asking because she heard more about Haiti on the radio, and not because she is forecasting earthquakes. You never can tell, though.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Tour de France
Most wives complain that their husbands sit in front of the tv all fall/winter watching football. Mine prefers summer sports. (But I'm not complaining! I love to watch baseball, soccer, hockey, and even biking.) Currently Brodie and Margot are watching the Tour de France. While sneaking around with the video camera this morning, I caught this exchange:
I am fairly certain neither Margot nor Brodie know who Lebron James is but Alberto Contador? Here he's a household name. By the way, Brodie and Margot are currently acting out scenes from the famous bike race with her prince/princess action figures. I overheard M say something along the lines of, "Let's pretend that Lance Armstrong is winning this time."
I am fairly certain neither Margot nor Brodie know who Lebron James is but Alberto Contador? Here he's a household name. By the way, Brodie and Margot are currently acting out scenes from the famous bike race with her prince/princess action figures. I overheard M say something along the lines of, "Let's pretend that Lance Armstrong is winning this time."
Tuesday, July 06, 2010
Freedom isn't free, and clearly it's nothing to smile about.
This photo was the cover of Margot's camp's newsletter this weekend. Here is Margot during their 4th of July parade last week.
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