I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

from Mary Oliver's "The Summer Day"

Thursday, April 12, 2012

In case you missed it

Just in case you've yet to see this gem, I give you a portrait of simultaneous sheer joy and utter terror:






















Laura faked us out this time, though, as she was SO excited while we were waiting in line, shouting "Bunny!" to everyone within earshot. When we were next in line, though, she started with the clutch and turn away maneuver. But she recovered very quickly, and even carried around her own personal copy of this, showing it to anyone and everyone who would look at it. She's such funny girl, that one.

Will is spending some time in WV this week so Laura and I have been getting some much-appreciated girl time while he's been there. We've lived it up, going out to eat (a rarity with both of them), a leisurely trip to Barnes and Noble just to browse, and she's just happy as can be to be out and about with us.

(Tangent:  Someone inevitably comments on how well-behaved and pleasant Laura is while we're out at any number of places. And she is. I usually smile and nod and say something about how she's been this way for most of her life, that we got really lucky with her temperament, that it's nothing that we've done as parents, etc. And then a shockingly high percentage of these same people say something like, "Well, just wait till she's a teenager"or something along those lines. I know that at some point, Laura will really bust out and disappoint us, but really? Can't you let me enjoy my moment here? Especially seeing as I'm all too familiar with the other side of the coin. I'm not exactly worried about what she's going to be like as a teenager. I'm more concerned with enjoying her at this relatively simple part of her life, not with what may or may not happen 10 or so years from now. Tangent over.)

(Or actually not. Tangent two:  I was waiting in line at Starbucks the other day behind a couple of older women who started talking to a young family sitting at a nearby table.They had a boy who was three [the older women asked how old he was] and twin boys who looked to be about nine or 10 months old or so. The women chatted with them pleasantly about how busy their lives were with the three young boys and then one of them just asked, as though this were the most normal thing in the world, "So are you going to try for a girl?" And, despite the fact that I have both a boy and a girl, I was irritated for these people, even though the parents were perfectly gracious and laughed it off. First of all, is it really anyone else's concern? And secondly, to ask that question is to suggest that they are somehow deficient, lacking as a family since they only have boys. I know the woman probably didn't mean anything by her question, but I'm not certain that my response would have been quite as polite as theirs had I been asked the same. What is it with people and their nosy questions? Or with people who feel that it's perfectly acceptable to loudly and insistently talk about the forbidden subjects [religion and politics, namely] in very public places as if their own opinions are the only possible ones? I'm talking to you, old man at the gym who rails about the "liberal media" ad nauseum to anyone and everyone within earshot and beyond. Tangent really over this time.)

Happy Thursday!

2 comments:

  1. BEST PICTURE EVER! I can't get over how happy Will is - his little body can hardly contain that smile.

    And YES, I agree about the teenager comment - I get so frustrated hearing that, too. I know the are going to be a pill; I know this is allegedly the easiest time I will have in my child-rearing days. But I call BS on some of that. A lot of wise people also told me that high school was the 'greatest time of my life so I better enjoy it while I can' and I can say with 100% certainty that that was not true. I will never forget when a relative who shall remain nameless told me as I held by 3-day-old incredibly beautiful daughter that, "oh, she'll change a lot; you'll see; she doesn't have much personality now, but don't worry she will soon." I almost smacked that person (really glad now I didn't b/c I still see them at all major holidays). SERIOUSLY??? To me, at that moment, I wanted Frances to remain that way forever; I didn't want to think about her changing; I wanted to ENJOY her. Of course, this is the same relative who told me that being on maternity leave must be a lot like being in vacation. Yeah, that's it.

    And yes, the 'are you trying for a _____' comment drives me bonkers. I almost feel relieved when I have both F&G out in public so that I know for certain no one will ask me that question. And then I feel guilty about being relieved. Boo.

    TANGENT OVER!

    Happy (belated) Easter!!

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  2. hahahahaha! I totally agree with both tangents. And even though I don't have kids of my own, I, too, have heard similar conversations between people in public and usually leave thinking, "what the eff?!" It's like, "Yes, I think I'll magically force my next child to be a girl next time. Because you know, I have control over that." Busters.

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