a day in the life

I had an orchestra concert this past weekend and the kids came to cheer me on. We have all been sick with a cold and I have been basically debilitated this past week.  At the concert I had to stop in the middle of a 20 minute song to cough, and grab a drink of water and a cough drop. My house has been crazy with laundry spewed everywhere, crayons on the floor, and the kids are living off PBJs and juice boxes- oh well.

Elsie cracks me up. We go swimming every week after I teach a spin class at the YMCA and every time I'd say "good job!" while she was swimming she'd respond "The mermaids showed me how"- as if everything she knows about swimming she learned from The Little Mermaid.

When we went to the park the other day she'd say "Look Mom! Am I falling?!" and then she'd answer her own question, "Nope, I'm not falling. I'm not falling I'm doing just right!" as a way to point out just how tricky she is.  When she goes to the park she likes to crawl through tunnels which she calls her "dark tave," where dragons live. 

a surprise airport visit

Nana and Papa were in Boston for a medical conference and we were lucky enough to see them on a D.C. layover. We told the kids we were going to go to the airport just to hang out. They said they only wanted to go to the airport if they could go see their grandparents from either Utah or Alaska.  As luck would have it, Nana and Papa showed up.  It was delightful reunion as always full of big hugs, jokes, a few tricks, treats, and good times.

 This past weekend Brady's sister Janell and her boyfriend Ben were here and we had a great time playing around D.C.. We don't see them near enough so it was nice to catch up. The highlight was a lively Renaissance Festival full of jousting, knife juggling, singing pirates with cleavagey women, turkey legs, and pony rides.  

Strength from Good Stock

  I'm sporting fake eyelashes in this photo, along with some of the girls in my extended family, in honor of my great-grandma Hilda's 100th birthday anniversary.  The eyelashes were a trademark of hers, she was a hair stylist.

   

Great-Grandma Hilda is legendary in our family. I feel a little guilty about picking a favorite ancestor, but she takes the cake.  I always loved hearing stories about her from my mother. During a time when public segregation and persecution of minorities was still accepted, she befriended and advocated for the Navajo Indians in her community. When none of the other stylists would cut their hair, she welcomed them with open arms. I'm thankful to have roots like that.

If I bumped into great-grandma Hilda at the entrance of the pearly gates I'm not sure she would recognize me from anyone else's great- grandkid.  The only photograph I have with her is grainy and yellowed. In it I am a chubby, jowly, baby and I am too young hold up my own head or realize her importance.  Despite this, I feel like I do know her.  I grew up listening to stories from my mother and father how soft-hearted but tough, how respected, how wonderful she was.  My first memory of my mother crying was after her death, I was 5 or 6 years old. My mother took my little brother Justin to go to her funeral and came back with a box full of dress up clothes for my sister and I. It was all gawdy stuff- clip on earrings that made our ears hurt and musky, perfumed, dresses and hats but it made us feel like she had just given us a present.

There is something about knowing you came from good stock that is empowering. There is motivation to be found in the stories of our family histories. I'd like to think that there are maybe even good parts of me that came from her. 

This weekend we attended the grand opening of a new exhibit at the zoo and celebrated the addition of wolves, seals, otters, and beavers. Here Elsie is pictured eating a banana, which she was calling her "monkey food." Also pictured is a pink bird which she pointed to and said "That's mine! It's pink" as if she 'gets dibs' on anything pink.

Elsie misses Liam when he's at school. She gives a good pouty face everyday as he waves goodbye and walks towards his class. That said, it's been good to spend more one on one time with her. She's been nailing down counting to 20, she's been voraciously reading 6-7 books a day, and she has enjoyed the extra attention.  She still has her pink fetish- her mermaid sister she calls "pinkie prize," her pinky blankie, pink baby, pinky egg, pink milk, pink dress. . . . but now she has a new favorite thing- dragons.  She likes playing imganiary pink baby dragon, she watches a show "Dragon land," her favorite books are dragon books, and she walks around reciting a little dragon poem- which makes us melt.  Considering her girliness it  seems out of place, which makes it even more endearing.