everyday; ordinary; commonplace
*a homemade parachute, a windy day, and a boy with a dream
*a toilet-side game of Uno
*a police helmet: which reminds me of a certain beloved children’s picture book (I’ll give you three guesses)
*supper fixings: the celery and onions are for the potato soup, the glass of red is for me
*freshly dusted marshmallows
*restocking the jelly cupboard
*the first frost and the last garden salad, sob
*the blind piano tuner at work: within minutes of him setting up shop, I found my oldest daughter walking through the kitchen with her eyes squinched shut and a mop in her hand, tap-tap-tapping the floor, and my younger daughter was fumbling around the back hall, a large hankie covering her eyes. The kids are intrigued by the thought that they could take off all their clothes and run around naked and he wouldn’t ever know. (I didn’t let them try it.)
*the first piercings: a surprise for the girls, their papa’s treat (the younger daughter chickened out, but then, she hadn’t been incessantly begging for the adornments like her big sister)
*take it to the microscope: what any good princess does after getting bitten by a spider
*math lessons made easier by holding a sleeping baby
*eating breakfast while trying to stay warm: here’s to hoping he doesn’t topple
This same time, years previous: cheddar cheese fondue, apple tart with cider-rosemary glaze, my oldest son’s birth story
the man that tunes my piano is blind too!!! how strange…
must be some truth to the idea that when once sense is impaired, others senses are heightened!?
Anonymous, for the microscope:
And thank you, Mavis!
Way to go JJ!
ooo, where did you score the microscope? We're looking for one.
Margo, I think the scrubbed surface you're looking at is the table—the varnish is coming off of it. Nothing intentional, for sure. (I LOVED the Joni movie—it made a huge impression on me.)
and, I just had to say: my siblings and I played "Joni Erickson Tada" when we were young. We scooted around on a wheeled hassock and drew pictures with pens in our mouths.
I love your photos. I have never made or eaten homemade marshmallows – I think it's about time!
Can you tell me about the scrubbed looking wood surface that I see in some of your photos? Is that patina on purpose, or is that what happens when you clean a lot and there are kids? I like the look.
Your mother and her best friend liked to go shopping and pretend they were blind… or was it retarded? The little apples do not fall far from the tree except the tree was in college at the time.
I showed Jedrek the picture of my daughter and yours washing dishes. I asked if he knew who it was and he said "Jalyn. Why double Jalyn?"