Monday, July 19, 2010
"The girl in the picture didn't have it tucked behind her ear like that." She was referencing the photo of the girl who had the hairstyle she choose at the hair dressers.
"And she had a round face like me. It doesn't look good on a round face. Maybe it would look better on an oval face like you have."
Suddenly self-conscious of my oval-shaped face, I glanced in the mirror.
Well I'll be...she was right. Smiling back was one cute little circle and a slightly less cute, more tired looking oval.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Certainly one of the most beautiful places on earth.
And, luckily, our playground.
This year, three extraordinary things happened.
First, we figured out how to get there without going through the park entrance, thus keeping the twenty dollar fee we have paid every other year. Ah, yes. The shortcut. The secret. Don't ask me to post it because I can't. But just let me say if you get there early enough to get a parking spot, don't mind a woods trail walk-in of maybe 5 minutes for a normal party and 15-20 minutes for our party, and a modicum of complaining, it is totally worth it.
Second, the water was an exquiste blue, carribean blue, a blue I have never quite seen on the coast of Maine.
And third? Well, Emilie, Sandi and I all left our good sense at home and sun screened our kids up in good fashion (you can burn at the beach! even when it's windy!) and decided against doing the same for ourselves. We thought we had had enough sun not to burn. We didn't feel like we were burning. We'd look at the others and say, "Oh, you're shoulders look a little pink!" Things were said such as, "I'm turning over a lot so I don't think I will burn."
See me dutifully applying sunscreen to our child?
Yet, while we were sitting there unknowingly burning to a crisp, we had a ton of fun.
This is actually the color of the sky that day. A man was flying this kite and Sandi took its photo while in flight.
Reedo, our most handsome godson. I think he only took off into the pounding surf a dozen or so times and only disappeared completely from sight less than 4 times. He must be maturing.
A meeting of the girls club...
Maya, looking strangely like Ella's bodyguard.
Knowing that I would sacrifice the 3-5 minutes that would cost me my punctuality, I turned around.
"It's not everyday you see a lemonade stand!" I said to the three kids as I got out of my car.
The sign read: "Lemonade 50 cents."
But this was no ordinary roadside lemonade kiosk. Oh, no. This stand had several avenues for cash flow potential. They had "cookies" (graham crackers spread with frosting and topped with, now melted, chocolate chips), book marks made from some woven, artsy-craftsy kid activity, and "goodie bags" (consisting of a pencil, a little note pad, and an eraser.) "You're little kid will love it!" the boys says, pointing at Maya in the car.
"I will take one of everything," I said proudly, happy to encourage these budding innovators.
More like savvy, stick-it-to-you entrepreneurs.
"That will be 50 cents for the lemonade, 25 cents for the cookie, $5 for the bookmark and $5 for the goody bag."
Do you take debit cards? I felt like asking.
I'm not really sure what the best move here was. I didn't really have the time to devote to it since I had a punctuality issue at hand, and I wasn't sure if I should let the kids know that what they were charging was outrageous. After all were those Prada bookmarks?
There was a babysitter there with the kids who kept a tight lip so I just politely told them that I would take the lemonade and the cookie and pass on the other items. I gave them a generous overpayment of $2, wondering if that was a kind thing to do or if it just taught them more unreality about money.
I left thinking to myself, does anyone else just buy lemonade on a hot day and not think of these ethical issues?????
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
I have a bag permanently packed for the beach which I think is a sign of a great summer. We've been to the beach/swimming a dozen times already and I had to buy a second bottle of sunscreen, another tell tale sign of sheer outdoor delight.
I heard someone say today, "Summer is going by too fast." And I was so happy to be able to disagree. I feel like I am soaking every last sweaty bit out of it. I've been on my bike, on my feet, up a mountain, had my feet buried in sand, have eaten outside a bunch, and have a 14 day vacation rounding the corner in which we are planning to essentially move to camp for the duration. (Guests welcome.) Summer in Maine is short. You can't allow it to be shorter by not being present. At least that is my motto.
All that being said, at some point I will post pictures of all this fun being had.
Maya's new favorite thing is to ask how you are. It sounds like this:
"How are you, Momma?"
"Good, Maya. How are you?"
"I'm very well. How are you?"
"Good, Maya. How are you?"
"Very well. How are you?"
Except when I throw in a little variety:
"How are you Momma?"
"I'm awesome Maya. How are you?"
"No! You're not awesome. How are you?"
"Stupendous Maya. How are you?"
"No! You are VERY WELL!"
Sometimes I wonder why she didn't come with a volume button.
This is a typical summertime meal for the girls:
Sandi and I, doing our part to eat every single leaf of lettuce our CSA farm pawns onto us each week, eat A LOT of salad. Like for a whole meal, probably 5 times a week. I've gotten more creative this year with finding recipes for new salads and ways to use the veggies that I haven't before and it is paying off. I will post my favorites.
But while the salad is being chopped, the chaos of the pre-bedtime events underway, there are always the cherries...
Sunday, July 4, 2010
And here is the story of how it all came to be...
See we met 6 years ago in hypnobirthing class- a class where they teach you how to have a pain free (ahahahahaha!!!!!) childbirth. We were both suckers, along with our partners, and met in the (mostly) serene living room of a local Douala and her pesky pug dogs who breathed and licked in ways that were R rated.
Before we knew it we had these screaming bundles of baby and we did what all smart women do. We became fast friends.
Born only 6 weeks apart, they've been together since the beginning.
While new motherhood was often daunting it didn't stop us from doing what we love. Maybe it should have. But it hasn't.
we've been to the beach,
and to every single birthday party.
lots more trips to the beach,
and laughed ourselves silly at how they came out!
and still more trips to the beach.
Then, along came Reed.
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