April 3

poem was here

Belated Valentine!

Time travel with heart-hat as through line....happy belated love day to all!

An

Bookworm

No seat on the subway: sit on Mom's feet and study Cecil the Pet Glacier.

I love this pre-reading stage that involves taking a book every, every, everywhere. I love the whispered, remembered, made-up stories and the annoyed glance when she catches us spying. Kind of amazing to watch someone in the process of shaping and populating an inner life that has nothing to do with us. When she looks up from the page, her eyes are round and far away.
 

Fairy tales in the bathroom.

Halfway home from the library, plopped on someone's stoop with To Market, to Market.

A new year...

Making pizza with Papa in Rockford, IL. Who needs pants when you have an apron?!

Back in Brooklyn, the girl wakes up with the stomach flu, which sometimes seems to give us all a glimpse of some other realm...  "Everything comes alive when we're not looking, mama," she says.

Today we'll probably hang out in our jammies in the new Christmas flannel sheets as she recovers. P and I will eat leftover Hoppin' John and greens, for luck.

We're already feeling lucky, though - thankful for the love and good health of our family and friends. Excited about the adventures 2013 will bring. And broadcasting love to all of you far-flung dears.

Tree Girl

After long hiatus, here we are in a December that sometimes wants a t-shirt and sometimes wants wool, with a girl who's four and a Christmas tree that takes up half the apartment. Life's been busy, but always sweet. Learning some new fiddle tunes, trying some new recipes, working in some new traditions, watching our girl grow tall and then taller. More soon soon soon.

Tucked behind the Buddha's Ear...

Apples. Childhood.

Just a train ride away, apples turned into the taste of fall. And we ate the season's last, sweetest ears of corn. And the hawk hung overhead so close you could see its feet tucked up under the feathers. And we all watched the kids: childhood in action.