Day 116-117 – More Garden Adventures

I’ve spent a lot of time outside lately. It just feels so good to breathe in that “fresh” city air and take in the beautiful scenery. I’m fortunate to have bought a house in an area that is close to everything, but feels like we’re out of the city. There’s a small town vibe where I live and I didn’t quite realise just how relaxing it would be when we bought the place.

Here are two recent photos of my outdoor adventures… another image of my new backyard “weeds” and a picture of my little ones in their spring dresses.

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Day 71, 72, 73 – Inspiration (now with video THAT WORKS!)

Forgive me if this post is based on children again, but it’s hard not to write about them.  They’re around me all the time.

Day 71 – Musical awesomeness

Because we’re that type of family, we just happened to have two ukuleles kicking around our kitchen.  Stewart started playing one so AJ could play with the second one.  But AJ had a different idea.  She passed the uke to one of our good (and talented) friends.  Stewart and he jammed together while AJ muttered her invented lyrics and swung her arms about.  Who cares if both instruments where out of tune?  AJ sure didn’t.

And I caught it all on camera.

Day 72 – I spent some of my time with my OYP class looking at pieces of art in the Shenkman.  I asked them to look at all the pieces, choose a favorite and then explain to the group what inspires them about the painting.    Not one of the 10 kids chose the same one.  And all of them were able to express themselves, vividly and creatively saying why they liked the painting.   These kids are between the ages of 8 and 11!  They were then able to return to the studio and create comedic scenes based on the art they just admired.  I was so amazed by the stuff they came up with.  Sometimes I wish I were as energetic, imaginative, free and hopeful as these kids are.

Day 73 – You are never too young to start dressing up.

Day 3 – My Babies

(I promise that this blog won’t become an endless appreciation of my brood, but I have to mention them sometimes.)

My babies smell like “mine”. It’s a really hard thing to describe. When I smell my kids, there’s this strong feeling deep inside of me that spreads through to my fingers and toes. It’s warm, gooey and sometimes overwhelming. They are unmistakably mine. It feels like nothing I’ve ever experienced and, frankly, I’m addicted to it.

Coming a close second is my addiction to kid sounds. Beatrice’s breathy babble. Alexandra-Joy’s laughing without inhibition when I tickle her.

These are beautiful and special because it never ceases to amaze me that they are part-me and part-Daddy. When I’m feeling down, a kiss and whiff of beautiful baby smell and all is right in the world. They are by far the best “production” I will ever do.