My daughter has been a reading machine lately. In the car, while walking to school, at the supermarket, at home —she is never without a book in hand. Photos I sneak of her reading have taken over my instagram feed. Sometimes when I am lost in my own head, thinking in circles about goals and how I can achieve them and how I probably won’t because all I do is shuffle back and forth, I realize how quiet it is. Then in a panic I start to look for her and almost always find her, book in hand, in some corner of the apartment. It is a relief that she is a dedicated bibliophile, the tiniest of bookworms, consuming chapter books at the age of five in a way most people don’t until much older, if ever. Anyway, she has inspired me to try and read more books this year. I am going to try and read at least two books per month, which doesn’t seem like very many. I am hoping that will be a starting point and that as I get better at carving out time to read I will be able to read more than that. Wish me luck!
Some months ago I made these hand puppets for my daughter’s best friend, Evelyn, for her birthday. The puppets represent her, her mother, her two fathers, and their dog, Nickel. Her grandfather made her a beautiful puppet theatre and I thought she would get a kick out of being puppet master of her family. The puppets were a lot of fun and not too much work to make. They were made using fabric squares, felt, embroidery floss, and my cheap sewing machine. Honestly, you can probably use whatever you have around. Youtube was my lord and savior when it came to figuring how to make a functional mouth. I found photos of them I wanted to use for reference and added little bits of “them” to each puppet (a Hillary pin, Waylon Jennings shirt, bald spot.) They are not perfect and don’t have to be; their cartoonish nature is part of the funnies. When she opened up her puppets, the adults loved them probably more than she did, haha.
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Seth finally got around to taking nice photos of the vintage hitchin’ ring he gave me in October. I will admit here that I have never cared for diamonds, but I love this very old ring. I spend more time than anyone should thinking about all of the things that had to go wrong in order for me to possess it.
This was our morning yesterday, the kids made out like bandits, and we lazed about all day. Seth and I didn’t exchange gifts this year at my request. In the past he has always gifted me something super thoughtful/expensive, but given how perpetually sad my bank account is, I could never reciprocate. So I thought it would be best to forgo the guilt that comes with getting and not giving. The best gift he could ever give me is his love and presence, and I get that every single day. We did, however, receive some very thoughtful gifts from friends and family, for which I am so grateful. When I was in my 20s, I really disliked this holiday, and wished very much my family would forgo it entirely. As I get older, and now that I have kids, I find that stance has softened considerably. I am an atheist, so the religious aspect of it doesn’t get me, but I do look forward to all the stupid little things. Getting the tree, christmas baking, the pure joy and anticipation present in my daughter, even the fact that we have a “christmas box” delights me a little bit. Whatever you did or didn’t do, I hope all of you had a great day yesterday. Happy Festivus!
We visited a Fort Clinch this weekend, where Seth snapped these dreamy photos of our spawn. Her, um, shall we say, leadership skills, were put to good use this trip as she told us which way to go, climb, and breathe. She almost peed off the side of the fort, almost tripped over a cannon, and made me eat the visible mango bits in her ice cream because god forbid her mango flavored pop actually had mango bits in it. Don’t let my kvetching deceive you, it was actually a really fun trip. Watching her delight in her father and really get into exploring the many tunnels and rooms was a real treat.
We spent the Thanksgiving holiday visiting Seth’s family, making too much noise, eating too much food, and avoiding talking politics as if our lives depended on it. He Who Must Not Be Named was not named, our host was terrific, my thanksgiving hair do was on point, and the dog didn’t puke in the car. Success!