– Last week Anthony took my sister and Isobel on day trip to Yosemite. I was originally planning on going, too, but I was too sick. They had a fantastic time and Isobel became the ringleader of a vast army of squirrels. She had collected armloads of acorns and doled them out to her furry, loyal followers. The squirrels in the Valley were particularly bold and this made Isobel ecstatic. Non-shy squirrels were ten times better than non-shy butterflies. Squirrels located near the cafe area, however, were fatter than these squirrels and when she offered them acorns they snubbed them in favor of the french fries that littered the ground. Isobel brought a few acorns home with her to try to tempt the ground squirrels we have around here into becoming her pets.
– While at the Yosemite gift shop she picked out a wallet to hold her acorn treasures and a few pieces of pink agate and iron pyrite to take home. Anthony explained that the shiny golden nuggets weren’t actually gold. “These are called “pyrite,” he patiently explained. To which Isobel exclaimed “THIS IS PIRATE GOLD?!” Touche! Later that week we were making glitter crafts and I explained that the nuggets of pyrite Dada bought her were the same kind of gold the we found sprinkled throughout the river. She then filled a little pot with water and added pinches of glitter. “I’m making the river, mama!” she said.
– It’s one thing to know about the barrage of who-what-when-why questions your preschooler will inevitably ask. It’s another to experience, first hand, the unceasing waves of questions that arrive one on top of the other. Before you are even done answering the first question, two more will be asked. It’s exhausting, especially when your answers, aka, the truth, doesn’t satisfy. Your preschooler will argue with your answers, find them unsatisfactory, and then demand more answers. Different answers. Sometimes it’s all I can do to not scream THERE ARE FOUR LIGHTS! each time she tries to convince me to alter reality to her whims. My sister finds these little episodes amusing–so amusing, in fact, she usually has to leave the room the cackle with laughter.
– I’ve not been well lately, and that just sucks. But really, it’s okay. With as sick as Crohn’s makes me, I’ve never been hospitalized for it for vast stretches of time. I haven’t had to have invasive surgeries. I don’t have some of the many complications some of my friends do. My life doesn’t look like everyone else’s, but that’s okay because I adapt and manage to have an awesome life anyway. I was talking about this with Anthony and my sister who felt really bad I couldn’t make it to Yosemite. That sucked, I know, I would have loved to have gone. But it’s okay, I told them. “Why is it okay?” Isobel asked. “Because I have you!” I said, hugging her. She giggled. “And what else?” she asked. “And I have Dada!” I said. “And what else makes it okay?” she demanded. My sister looked at me and faked-coughed pointedly as if to say ahem, your wonderful sister. “And I saw a giraffe one time!” I said.
Scrapbook: Wizards of the County Fair. I think we’re all pretty convincing.
Scrapbook: Home Life. Home life and around the house.
Raincheck! I hope those lilies make up for it.
Recipe: Nectarine Lime Fruit Tart. This is so freaking good.
2014 World’s Most Super-Amazing 100% Awesome Cat Calendar. I don’t use wall calendars anymore, but this is making me rethink that decision.
20 Amazing J.R.R. Tolkien-Inspired Tattoos. Tolkien truly deserves the adjective “epic.”
Post No Bills. Love this.
Amazing, undoctored photos of a beta carotene farm. These are just fantastically lovely.
Scrapbook: Ballerinas. I explain my deep-seated fear of Hall & Oates.
Thrift Store Score: The Golden Ass. Seriously the best score ever.
Scrapbook: Spontaneous Dancing. Aw, I miss this.
Clip Show! I answer seven questions about my posts and the nature of life.
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