|emoji rocks for mother's day
|grace at the optometrist
|nina playing the trumpet
|ruby's 12th birthdya party
|grace and lily at the underpass
|Lil at my work
The kids have played a round robin of colds and flu. This week was Lil's turn. The first day she had a temperature and was miserable so I stayed home but the next day she was pretty chirpy so I took her into work with me. How much did she love my whiteboard! She's just hit that stage where she wants to write everything all the time. This says Gols (girls) and, behind her head Bois (boys). Sweet sweet sweet.
Nina gave up the piano and took up the trumpet. I maintain that I don't care if they learn music or not, but that if they do they have to practice. Piano practice with Nina was unbearable, for both of us. As a child I was also an incredibly grumpy instrument practicer, but was blessed with a much more patient mother. Nina is not so blessed and in the end it was not worth the insanely ridiculous levels of rage I would experience trying to get her to practice an instrument that she professed not to particularly care for. The wonderful wonderful thing about the trumpet is that I know NOTHING about it. I learned piano for about 15 years, but the trumpet I can't even blow. I don't know how to make the notes and I can't help her, even should she want me to and I think this is a great thing for us both. Because, however much I try, I am just not the sort of person who can listen to the piano being played without butting in with my ever-so-helpful suggestions and my little carping criticisms. It's something I especially don't like about myself. So when she plays the trumpet and calls out 'how did that sound?' I say 'great!' or 'much better', and when she says 'it sounds kind of wheezy' or 'the valves are sticking' I say 'oh dear' and 'remember to ask your teacher about that'. Oh sweet relief of an absolution of responsibility.
Ruby turned 12. Twelve! She got her ears pierced. I took her to a crazy hipster tattoo parlour where her ears were expertly perforated by the most tattooeed and pierced person I have ever seen. Even his eyelids were tattooed. He had holes through his nose so you could see daylight from one side to the other. He was an incredble looking man, with a gentle and professional manner and I would highly recommend getting ears pierced with a needle over a gun. She has had not the slightest hint of redness, blood, infection or weeping from either ear in 4 weeks.
Gracie (she wants to be Gracie now) got new glasses. She wears a kilt with suspenders, a crocheted poncho and runners, like an escapee from the 70's. Sweet sweet sweet. Today in the car she asked me what a convertible was. I remembered coming across that word in Nancy Drew book and never knowing what it was (but surmising it was some sort of car). I explained and said, why do you ask? 'Well in my book, there's this girl called Nancy and her father gives her a convertible'. Turns out she is reading Nancy Drew. Ah the passing of time and all that.