Monday, November 17, 2014
Friday, November 14, 2014
Halina is eight
Holy cow. That seems really old. Really big-kiddish, at least.
I love this picture of you, Halina, because it captures a special day from last month: the day you learned to swim FOR REAL at grandma and grandpa's. And because it captures two things you are most about right now: joy and learning. You learned so much this year: how to swim, how to knit and loom and make a rag rug and sew a stuffy; how to use a computer, speak a little Spanish, and play a couple chords on the guitar and piano; how to play crazy eights and poker, how to write a small moment story, take care of a hamster, and sing all the songs in Frozen; how to skip a bar and flip on a bar and make a scrapbook. How to do a real leap in ballet, keep a hula hoop circling, and ride a horse (more independently). And, let's see ... what else? Oh yeah, how to read!
Wow. Love you.
Happy Birthday.
Happy Birthday.
Saturday, November 8, 2014
Halina & Mama outing
Quality alone time with Halina. I don't get enough of it.
It's hard for me to return to blogging after a hiatus because the emotional terrain of hundreds of beautiful pictures piling up can be tough to face. It has something to do with the vertiginous possibility of regret. But blogging helps me connect with the good in our lives. So here I am facing it, even though doing it means realizing all that I haven't captured here from the summer and early fall, for example. Not to mention all the stuff before that (not one school play?!) And how it's gone -- and those littler people are, too.
Halina is about to turn eight. A few weeks ago we had a fun outing to a origami studio in Rockridge, then to a diner for lunch. Along the way, I got my ring back from Pave where it's been sitting for four years because it was too poke-y to wear with a baby. And then life distracted me and I never got back to the ring store, where the ring was being kept for some future me to decide about redesigning or replacing or just keeping as-is. After years, it got super hard to imagine asking for it back. What if it wasn't there anymore? Who wants to find that out? And so I put off asking.
Kind of like blogging (or whatever I call this thing I do of taking a moment to capture something of meaning from my life with the kids). It can be hard to get started again and face that maybe I've squandered some treasure. But good to take that first step.
It's hard for me to return to blogging after a hiatus because the emotional terrain of hundreds of beautiful pictures piling up can be tough to face. It has something to do with the vertiginous possibility of regret. But blogging helps me connect with the good in our lives. So here I am facing it, even though doing it means realizing all that I haven't captured here from the summer and early fall, for example. Not to mention all the stuff before that (not one school play?!) And how it's gone -- and those littler people are, too.
Halina is about to turn eight. A few weeks ago we had a fun outing to a origami studio in Rockridge, then to a diner for lunch. Along the way, I got my ring back from Pave where it's been sitting for four years because it was too poke-y to wear with a baby. And then life distracted me and I never got back to the ring store, where the ring was being kept for some future me to decide about redesigning or replacing or just keeping as-is. After years, it got super hard to imagine asking for it back. What if it wasn't there anymore? Who wants to find that out? And so I put off asking.
Kind of like blogging (or whatever I call this thing I do of taking a moment to capture something of meaning from my life with the kids). It can be hard to get started again and face that maybe I've squandered some treasure. But good to take that first step.
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