Friday, April 22, 2011

In Search of Isamu Taniguchi's Garden!

Emmylou's friend Annie's grandmother wrote a book awhile back about the Oriental Garden at Zilker Botanical Park. It was built by a Japanese man named Isamu Taniguchi in 1969 as a way to say thank you to the city and to UT for all they had provided for his family over the years.

Annie's grandma, Jane Bauld, read the story to all of the classes in the school last week and autographed copies for the kids. She became an instant celebrity and everyone fell in love with her story of Isamu Taniguchi's generosity and dedication.

Since Emmylou and Miller didn't have school today we went in search of the wonderful places we read about in the book: the bamboo tea house, the bridge-to-walk-over-the-moon, the stepping stones and waterfalls, and the pagoda marking Mother Tree's location. Domo arigato, Taniguchi-san!

Quick break to sing the Healing Incantation song ("Flower, gleam and glow...") from Tangled to see if this is one of those golden magic flowers:
Um, nope.

Then lunch at Flip Happy crepes!
They took awhile so we played Go Fish.

Need for more male influence

Miller: "Mommy, please help me with my purse."

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Thursday, April 21, 2011

At the banana stand

Spontaneous trip to Bananarchy tonight for frozen bananas. :)

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For Emmylou

Prayer for a Daughter

By Tina Fey

First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.

May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.

When the Crystal Meth is offered, May she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.

Guide her, protect her
When crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.

Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels.

What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.

May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.

Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen. Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.

O Lord, break the Internet forever, That she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.

And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.

And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back.

“My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.


Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Another doozie

Have I mentioned here before (although I think he's completely adorable in person) that our Miller may not be the most photogenic child that ever lived?

Today we got his school photos which had me cracking up before I could even leave the classroom...

Monday, April 11, 2011

Possibly the ugliest thing we've ever made

Emmylou was supposed to bring a bug to school for Show-And-Tell on Friday. It could be alive, dead, a toy-- whatever. Since she'd been asking to make a stuffed animal recently, she came up with the idea of making a stuffed spider to take to school. She picked out some fabric from some old scraps I had but then we had to get creative since I didn't have any stuffing. We ended up pulling out one of her old prizes from The Claw that was in a stash to go to Goodwill: a giant Hershey's chocolate chip. Once we pulled the stuffing out to use in our spider we also decided to repurpose the eyes and mouth. Voila!

Btw, yes, those are purple, sparkly pipe-cleaner legs.

Very. Scary.

Lola's birthday party

Lola turns 11 this month! We don't know her actual birthday, so we just decided to celebrate today with some special treats.

Happy birthday, Lola! We love you!

YouTube Video

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Sunday, April 10, 2011

Horseshoe Bay

We walked around the Horseshoe Bay resort this morning. Lou & Miller insisted on bringing their friends T-Rex and Mirabelle (E's new pink, feathery puppet) and showing them around.

Yesterday we took a fun trip to Sweet Berry Farm. We love that place!

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Saturday, April 09, 2011