Today mom gave a small recital, and I enjoyed it so much. It was the perfect lullaby for my nap.
The oboe is taller than I am. How disconcerting.
That thing in my mom’s hand is called an oboe. I heard it for months before I ever saw it, and it seems much louder than it did when I couldn’t see it.
Love the one you cuddle.
Daddy's little sweetheart.
You guys should try this thing called “hiking.” It involves getting strapped to someone’s chest and getting hauled up a trail.
Hiking is so easy.
It is a pretty great time, especially when you can get up close and personal to the big rock formations that could be seen from the hospital room on the day you were born!
Up close and personal...
...to those giant rocks in the background.
It isn’t always by choice, but I enjoy dressing up like any other young girl. Here are some of my biggest hits.
Everybody wants to be a cat.
My mom tries to read me this book called “On the Night You Were Born,” (by Nancy Tillman), but she can’t make it through without getting choked up and teary. It is about how unique I am, and how special is the night I was born. The pictures are really great, which is a bonus.
If I want to make it through the book, I have to ask dad to read it to me.
(Thanks Grandma and Pa!!!)
I may be small, but I can already manipulate my parents in big ways. They are pretty used to my loud and forceful crying, so they went crazy when I started dropping this on them:
Who knew? I flash them a little smile and they turn into dancing monkeys trying to make me repeat it. They make such fools out of themselves. Don’t they realize that I have a rule to never smile at the same thing twice? However, this evening, I made an exception- with splendid results! I looked my mom in the eye and grinned in response to her smile. Then she smiled, and I smiled, then she smiled, and I smiled, then she… welled up and started crying. Unbelievable. She doesn’t even know how easily she is manipulated.
Today my mom and dad took me to a place that is special to them. It was a place they went when they were dating, and they got their wedding pictures taken there. It is a series of cliffs with panaromic views of the city, the foothills and the very tall snowcapped ranges beyond.
After an exhuasting day of having to dress like this….
It is nice to take a hot bubble bath….
… and relax in my pajamas with my dad in front of the fire.
I appreciate that my mom is willing to work as my personal photographer. I keep her busy, especially because I demand she keeps me company during my late night “blogging sessions.”
I am grateful for her input…
In this New Year… slow down, put down the coffee, ignore the ironing and laundry…
…and just enjoy the small things in life.
You will be glad that you did.
