Well, I still CANNOT bear to discuss the breakup of the Civil Wars, but here’s a band-aid until my pain scabs over: The Lone Bellow. They’re intense, melancholy, and tons of fun to watch. A big thank you to Jamey and Leanne for wrangling BG for us—and for having such an excellent height advantage for this photo!
We totally did that Nashville thing—came late, saw only the 2nd act, and left two songs into the headliner. We are very cool.
I have zero pictures of the band, but you’ve seen blurry, dark cell phone pics before. They’d have looked like that. Use your imagination.
However, please do enjoy this picture of one of my favorite little spots in Nashville: the chalk wall outside Exit/In. I have no idea why I like this wall so much, but I always stop to take a picture of it.
It says home to me.
I realize that is sort of weird.
Baby Girl won a citizenship award at school—one of the many things they do regularly that I love.
I wasn’t able to make it in person (I had to work and didn’t know about it until the day before), but Andrew was able to go and see her surprise!
Do your kids know about Skylanders?
We don’t have the game, but almost every child of early video-game age we know is OBSESSED with it. My plan is to keep Baby Girl content with borrowing everyone else’s as long as possible!
Our friend Nathan is getting married in June, and his lovely fiancé was in town visiting during her spring break. I know I say this over and over again, but there is just something about old friends and the people who know all your garbage and love you anyway. Though a lot of it has been trial by fire (and mud and hurt and tears in turns), this little group is just that for me. This was only the second time I have gotten to hang out with Becki, but I’m excited to get to know her better and see her learn to be a mother to Micah, one of my favorite kids on the planet.
Micah’s birthday was also this week, so we came bearing Legos. I cannot believe he is another year older already. Time marches on, people.
So that was the evening’s agenda: massive word quotas, Legos, Skylanders, taco salads, snort-laughing, and trying to photograph two of the fastest-moving children in the world.
Baby Girl has reached this new, very adorable stage with her friendships. Independently of us as parents, she is making plans with her friends to meet in the backyards after school, to make phone calls, and even to Skype (yeah, that one wasn’t going to happen—but nice try!). It’s really sweet to watch her grow into this new phase and start planting her feet more and more outside her safe little nuclear family.
However, it IS quite weird to have boys coming to the door for your 6 year old. ENTER DENIAL.
That scene right there? Every day after school, right there at the back door.
Please enjoy this smattering of recent Baby Girl stories:
We were having Sunday lunch last week at WELCOME TO MOE’S and got stopped by one of the little moments that I better remember. We had just gotten our food and Andrew was maneuvering her toward me and our table from the drink station, and she was just sort of dancing around WILDLY and generally acting the fool, limbs flailing as she made her way through the crowd. You know, as you do. In the course of her joy, she smacked right into this gentleman behind her, practically knocked him and his tray over, and stopped the forward progress of an entire line of people.
AS YOU DO.
So I was all embarrassed and rushed over to correct her and, you know, MOVE HER out of everyone’s way—and I think I said something nonsensical like “BG, you have to look around you when you dance and make sure you’re not about to knock into people” and made her apologize. And he turned to me (the man she crashed into the MOST) and said, “Honey, you see that little girl over there? That’s my daughter, and she’s 25 now. You let that little girl dance all she wants now, because she’s going to stop doing it soon and be all grown up.” And maybe my overactive imagination added this part in, but I think he tipped his HAT at me as he said it. Who knows.
I do know I was about to cry right there by the salsa and the trash can.
Please meet our 85-lb lapdog! I was able to take the week out of the office and work at home for the week, which worked out beautifully. BG got to have some grandparents and great-grandparent time and we had time to do some family things just for fun. The dog was awesome and so very emotionally needy (which I kind of liked). I now know why Weimaraners are called “velcro dogs.” She wanted to sleep in bed with any human who would have her and just followed us around the house incessantly. If she was near you, she was touching you—definitely a people dog! She is an older dog (and used to 2 little girls), so she was also quite calm and independent when she needed to be home alone. Unfortunately, it either snowed (!) or rained every day of our break, so we had to spend a lot of time inside. We managed a few playdates and long walks—I have never seen a dog so reluctant to go outside, though I sort of couldn’t blame her this week.
And now I have MAJOR dog fever. Again.
Lastly, BG has learned her first bad word and it is THE BIG ONE. Actually, she had no idea it was a bad word. By sheer accident (probably), she doesn’t know any curse words and therefore doesn’t even react (yet) if she happens to overhear one. She read it and was curious about what it meant. There was not (and hasn’t been) any actual usage of any questionable words.
She read it on a bathroom stall.
At church (our church meets at a high school).
On Easter Sunday.
And it was the F-bomb.
And she asked Andrew about it as soon as she came out of the bathroom into the crowded hallway.
I choose to find all this hilarious.
We never should have let her learn phonics.
That was a nice run, right?
She doesn’t really know anything other than that it is NOT okay for her to repeat it, and we also made a recent household rule that she is not allowed to make nonsense words with F.
Again, I think phonics is the common problematic denominator here, correct?
(Penny Rae at JaZoara coffee shop)
Andrew and Randi just raised a little over $4200 using a KickStarter campaign for their album. Their goal was actually $3500, so they are feeling great about what will come out of the studio. It certainly pays to know talented people, and we know plenty that are working in every part of this process! They have one more vocal session to wrap things up, and then it will be all mixing and mastering.
Book Character Day at school (Unreasonably Frequent Surprise Dress-up Day #597 for the year, it seems). Luckily, she wanted to be the Poky Little Puppy, which FINE BY ME.
Lost tooth #2! AT school, in her favorite class, with her favorite teacher (Art), which equals an ecstatic girl at car rider pickup!
Now, she knows she’s not allowed in the ocean without an adult…
(Photo: Karen Reinsch)
Once again, I knew it had been a successful cooking club meeting because my cheeks ached on the way home from laughing so hard. We had a small group this time due to Melissa camping out in the wilderness (she was kind enough to text us that she was unhappy with the peeing situation and very jealous of us mid-dinner!), squishy brand-new babies, and various other hard-life events, but it was fun and relaxing. We CLOSED DOWN that Asian restaurant, people. AT LIKE, TEN PM.
The lovely Karen is in tip-top blogging form and has all the rest here. We were missing five of our girls this time, so hopefully everyone can come out next time!
However, Karen omitted what was my favorite part of the evening: Playing with Beth’s taser gun/flashlight/redneck awesomeness in the parking lot.
Poor Leanne. She was screaming, “WHY? I can’t even OPEN THE CAN OF BISCUITS without freaking!”
You’d have thought we tased her. We did not. Not even a little. Good times.
Baby Girl, quietly from the back seat: “If ONLY we had a ROOSTER to wake us up every morning. That would be just perfect.”
This year, Baby Girl’s school had a Daddy/Daughter dance—to make all of us die of the cuteness. I even asked Andrew to pick out a dress for her, and he did a great job! She was so proud and excited.