Our lovely, but invasive, varigated vinca says spring is on its way! Here are some pictures of the kids, doing their own kind of work: play!
Who needs clean toys when you can have dirty shoes? And lots of them! Evelyn would rather spend a half an hour pulling all the shoes off the shelf than most anything else. She is so mobile right now! Not yet walking but I predict in the next two months she will be.
Finley having fun with the giant box from Grandpa Burt and Grandma Cleo's new TV! It has made wonderful forts, caves, garages, etc.
My lovelies, Finley and Evelyn. The best art I've ever created...
A little cupcake, indeed.
My builder boy, Finley. He's recently been re-discovering his big Legos and Megablocks and having lots of fun creating structural things.
What does the world look like from ground floor all the time?
Still thinking about life's demands and the work we do, whether it is at home or in the marketplace. Went to see Billy Collins in Tacoma last night. I've mentioned him before and have one of his poems in a previous blog. Todd and I don't get out much with the kids being so young but when I heard this poet was going to be in town I couldn't pass up the opportunity. Mom and Dad watched Finley and Evelyn for us and it was a truly remarkable evening. (Not sure how remarkable it was for Mom and Dad but we truly appreciated them watching the kids for us!) Billy Collins was the United States Poet Laureate about 5 years ago, I can't remember exactly when right now, but it was recent.
There are some moments in my life when I see or hear or experience something that is so extraordinary that I experience wonder on such a deep level it defies any description. This man was so witty, so profound, so real and warm and spirtual and FUNNY. I have rarely heard a comedian as funny as he was. Perhaps not what people think of when they hear about a poetry reading. I am amazed at the way he used language, sometimes so limited in its ability to truly match reality, to so perfectly artfully and poignantly bring us to truth about life. Have you ever seen something or heard something so beautiful it hurts? That was what this evening was. You can't believe how much I needed this kind of night. I've been really enjoying just reading Mr. Collin's poems, but to hear a poet read their own stuff and explain where it came from and where they were coming from when the wrote it was a rare treat. Big sigh. Still glowing from the perfection and gritty love of language. When I hear these poems I wonder why we spend our time doing anything less worthy than creating beauty for each other in this world.
1 comment:
those are adorable pictures of the kidlets. It was nice that you and Todd got to get out...those nights are so important! They need to happen here more often too.
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