Friday, April 22, 2011
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:
Then lunch at Flip Happy crepes!
They took awhile so we played Go Fish.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
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.Amen.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Today we got his school photos which had me cracking up before I could even leave the classroom...
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Btw, yes, those are purple, sparkly pipe-cleaner legs.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Yesterday we took a fun trip to Sweet Berry Farm. We love that place!
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