Just Hangin With Kitty

Dot cleaned out a whole bunch of toys from her room last weekend. Being the sweetheart she is, Dot gave Peanut this adorable pink cat from Build-A-Bear Workshop. It's pretty much Peanut's favorite thing right now... other than her siblings, of course!

Five Months Old

At five months old, Peanut is changing every day!  Highlights include: chattering (a lot!), giggles, eating squash, easily bringing objects to her mouth, fasination with books, love for music, and a big crush on one of my SNAP performers (more on that later). We surely love our little lady and feel so fortunate to have her in our home!

Hip Chick

In the Arms of her Brothers

Suppose

Suppose


Suppose, my little lady,
Your doll should break her head;
Could you make it whole by crying
Till your eyes and nose were red?
And wouldn't it be pleasanter
To treat it as a joke,
And say you're glad 'twas Dolly's,
And not your head, that broke?


Supposed you're dressed for walking,
And rain comes pouring down;
Will it clear off any sooner
Because you scold and frown?
And wouldn't it be nicer
For you to smile than pout,
And so make sunshine in the house
When there is none without?


Suppose your task, my little man,
Is very hard to get,
Will it make it any easier
For you to sit and fret?
And wouldn't it be wiser,
Than waiting like a dunce,
To go to work in earnest
And learn a thing at once?


Suppose that some boys have a horse,
And some a coach and pair;
Will it tire you less while walking
To say, "It isn't fair"?
And wouldn't it be nobler
To keep your temper sweet,
And in your heart be thankful
You can walk upon your feet?


By Phoebe Cary

Wakko read this poem to me today as part of his literature lesson. I must say the timing for this poem to enter my life was perfect. I find I've been whining, complaining, unloading, etc. far too often. I have fell victim to my own self pity: over loss of a friend, over family issues, over life circumstances. It is my sincere hope that any whom may have been witness to myself pity over the past year would forgive me of my shortfalls and offer me the chance to redeem myself over time. It's amazing to me how a poem for my third grader could strike me so poignantly today... one of life's little miracles, I suppose.

Squash

On Pins and Needles....

*UPDATE
My darling children will not be participating in a show this season. Although we're obviously sad about it, we're doing just fine! The boys have an excellent attitude about all of it; they are happy for those cast in the show, feel good about their auditions, and know there will be other opportunities in the future. Thanks for all your support!

Both my boys are waiting to hear whether or not they were cast in "A Christmas Carol" this year: we find out tomorrow! I hardly think I'm going to sleep tonight... the boys? They're just fine.