We moved. Correction: we moved!
I asked Marcia to make a list of what she likes about the new pad. Here's her list:
Papa and Nana came to help us move. (Nana and Papa rule!) Here's Nana's list:
I asked Pearl for her list but she was in dog mode and all her answers were in a foreign language, i.e. barking. I waited a day, and she made this list.
Carrie says:
I like the bunk beds, and I like the trash can because it opens "like this." [In the kitchen one of the cabinets pulls out and is a trash can. Top secret!]
I'm sure that Carrie (age 4) is not the only one out there who wonders, on occasion, "What would Baba look like if she were bald?" Motivated by generosity, no doubt, Carrie has provided us with this artistic rendering that answers the (above) question. Grrrls with crazy hair find this picture particularly hilarious, by the way. So now you know.
This is a picture of me when I was six, which is Pearl's age now. For some reason, it seems to me the photograph of a writer. In retrospect, of course.
There's been a lot of whispering in Grrrville lately, but it's not me--I swear it! The Secret Kitty Cat Club is so secret that I haven't even been invited.
As you may recall, our cat Moriah died in December. She was 20 years old, and I got her when I first moved to Houston. The day she died, Carrie had an idea: let's get Baba a kitten!
Marcia explained to Carrie and Pearl that when someone loses a loved one, you let them grieve for a while. You give them time. And they've been patiently waiting. A birthday kitten, maybe that would be the best way?
Well, the plot to buy Baba a kitten has definitely thickened. Pearl seems even more excited than Carrie. The whispering has become almost deafening! And my next birthday, Sept. 22, is not so far away.
The Secret Kitty Cat Club has meetings, minutes, everything. I imagine there's even a gavel and Robert's Rules, although I can't say for sure. According to these notes--which I "borrowed" from the kitchen counter for an hour or so--the big event is in the offing. But until then, I know nothing! And neither do you, okay?
This writing prompt really resonated with Pearl for some reason. Wonder why....
In my crazy hair there are dragons, dogs, and all kinds of things, people, birds, fish and there’s more, a tiger, a lion eating an antelope, bad monsters and good wizards staring at each other madly. All kinds of whales swim in my hair and snakes, so many clams and sea horses and armadillos. A pirate is looking for gold, cats and dogs, rabbits and hamsters, pigs and squirrels, the richest gold, chipmunks hiding nuts, toys, monkeys, peacocks, goo, shells, buildings, too, baboons.
But my crazy hair is impossible to fix!
If you'd like to try this at home--go ahead, you can do it--here's the book that got her started.
Yes, SIX! Can you believe it?
This year the theme of her birthday party was dragons. We had a gigantic red dragon pinata with yellow spikes and orange wings. Almost her entire Kindergarten class came to celebrate. It's making me feel totally nostalgic, this birthday, so I though I'd share with you a few sweet memories from the days of yore.Birth of Pearl (2004) with special recipe for smothered okra
Kindergarten has been a great year for Pearl, so far. She loves it all!
Yes, pals, it's time to ring in a new year. Happy 2010! Click here to check out the Holiday Sound Poem 2009. [time = 1:23] Remember it's audio, not video, so you won't see any pictures.
You can also check out a few of our previous holiday missives:
2008 holiday poem
with bonus grrrlville impossible video
If you miss the blog and want to keep up with our comings and goings, add Marcia and me as your friends on facebook. Hope it's a wondrous year for you and yours.
Grrrlville
After five and a half years of blogging, I've decided to stop. Thank you for reading, responding, and just being there. I've enjoyed the process and hope you have too. If you are in the habit of following along with our family and want to stay in the loop, please add me and Marcia as friends on facebook (let us know how you know us) and also on twitter. We would love to stay in touch.
Be well. Enjoy each day,
Grrrlville
Friday has been Carrie's favorite day for quite a while now. Last year at her old school she had show and tell on Friday, as did Jacob and Pearl, her favorite classmates. This year she goes to a school that only has classes Monday-Thursday. On Fridays Pearl goes to school, I go to work, and Carrie stays home with Marcia. So this year Friday is her super-favorite day! Marcia says this year she likes Fridays a lot too.
Carrie is an awesome helper, especially in the kitchen. She loves to cook and set the table. She feeds the pets. Last Friday she shucked corn for the whole family, and we had a lovely Shabbat dinner.
This past weekend our friend Kevin gave Pearl and a dozen other neighborhood kids their first surfing lesson. We traveled the one hour to Galveston beach in a caravan of minivans and station wagons. Marcia and I were amazed that Pearl not only stood up on the surfboard but stayed up. We, the parents, were squealing like teeny boppers at a Jonas Brothers concert. Pearl, however, remained completely nonchalant. Just another day.
in the rain Sunday afternoon at Discovery Green, ushering in a deluge. The music stopped and the kids started. They played in the rain with extreme delight, exhibiting a fervor that I suspect is reserved solely for children.
The season of Back-to-school causes stress, and stress affects sleep, among other things. Lately the sleeping arrangements in our household reads like one of those logic problems on the LSAT test.
In a house lives a family. There are 2 mothers, 2 daughters, and 2 pets. There are three bedrooms containing four beds, each a different size:
toddler
twin
double
queen
Any given morning, nobody wakes up in the bed they began in the previous night. Except for the dog. Viva la crate training!
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