easter has come and gone
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
A Berry Good Spring Day!
April 2008
April 2009
Look back at the pictures from last year's Strawberry Festival and you won't believe what a difference a year makes. A big girl Elsie and a new baby Kit... and a much older mommy and daddy--here we are at the Ottawa Farms Strawberry festival. Elsie and Camille had their usual fun--Ginger, Lee, David, Kit, and I tagged along for face painting, mini-train riding, bounce-house jumping, and strawberry picking, of course. Luckily, the Heidels had a camera--as did the Martins who we happened upon--and got us some pics of our picking for you!
April 2008
April 2009Look back at the pictures from last year's Strawberry Festival and you won't believe what a difference a year makes. A big girl Elsie and a new baby Kit... and a much older mommy and daddy--here we are at the Ottawa Farms Strawberry festival. Elsie and Camille had their usual fun--Ginger, Lee, David, Kit, and I tagged along for face painting, mini-train riding, bounce-house jumping, and strawberry picking, of course. Luckily, the Heidels had a camera--as did the Martins who we happened upon--and got us some pics of our picking for you!
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Easter Chicks!
Since Mommy is back to work this week, Grammy came over and took Elsie to her Easter party (see pictures below!) and to see the baby chicks coming out of their eggs at the hatchery on display at the mall. Ask her and she'll explain how the baby birds peck the eggs with their beaks to crack the egg and get out. The escalator at the mall was another highlight.
Speaking of escalators, Elsie enjoyed them at the Atlanta airport yesterday on her way to Madeleine's wedding in Fairhope, Alabama--more pictures and stories to follow....
Since Mommy is back to work this week, Grammy came over and took Elsie to her Easter party (see pictures below!) and to see the baby chicks coming out of their eggs at the hatchery on display at the mall. Ask her and she'll explain how the baby birds peck the eggs with their beaks to crack the egg and get out. The escalator at the mall was another highlight.
Speaking of escalators, Elsie enjoyed them at the Atlanta airport yesterday on her way to Madeleine's wedding in Fairhope, Alabama--more pictures and stories to follow....
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
Pink or Brown?
So, on Saturday, we went to the bakery and Elsie got to pick out desserts for Camille and Ginger and Lee. She chose adorable mini-cupcakes for her BFF and then set about choosing cupcake toppers.
For weeks now, Elsie has been into choices between two things. And I have been giving her choices between two things--a transparent parental ploy giving her the illusion of control or power: as the magazines say, you don't ask a two year old if she wants to put on her shoes. You must say: "do you want to wear your rainbow shoes or your cowboy boots?" Elsie easily sees through this and assertively declares "no shoes, please." But clearly, she understands the value of options because she has been constantly asking us if we want "pink or brown?" At a tea party, we must choose between "pink or brown" even though the cups are blue and purple. She asks us if we want a pink or brown grape even though the two we are choosing from are both green. And sometimes she just gets up in our faces and demands "pink or brown?" David and I are so dazed lately that we just answer the question as if it needs answering, but we may have gotten some insight at the bakery the other day.
Elsie chose a pink kitsch-y cupcake topper for Camille--a red headed ballerina in a pink dress--and then this cupcake topper, pictured here, for herself. So is this what Elsie's insistent question really is about? In the tradition of "all I ever learned, I learned in kindergarten" and alluding to the profundity of children, is "pink or brown?" a commentary on race?
We still don't know the answer to "pink or brown?"--we may have to get some more cupcakes to figure it out.
So, on Saturday, we went to the bakery and Elsie got to pick out desserts for Camille and Ginger and Lee. She chose adorable mini-cupcakes for her BFF and then set about choosing cupcake toppers.
For weeks now, Elsie has been into choices between two things. And I have been giving her choices between two things--a transparent parental ploy giving her the illusion of control or power: as the magazines say, you don't ask a two year old if she wants to put on her shoes. You must say: "do you want to wear your rainbow shoes or your cowboy boots?" Elsie easily sees through this and assertively declares "no shoes, please." But clearly, she understands the value of options because she has been constantly asking us if we want "pink or brown?" At a tea party, we must choose between "pink or brown" even though the cups are blue and purple. She asks us if we want a pink or brown grape even though the two we are choosing from are both green. And sometimes she just gets up in our faces and demands "pink or brown?" David and I are so dazed lately that we just answer the question as if it needs answering, but we may have gotten some insight at the bakery the other day.
Elsie chose a pink kitsch-y cupcake topper for Camille--a red headed ballerina in a pink dress--and then this cupcake topper, pictured here, for herself. So is this what Elsie's insistent question really is about? In the tradition of "all I ever learned, I learned in kindergarten" and alluding to the profundity of children, is "pink or brown?" a commentary on race?
We still don't know the answer to "pink or brown?"--we may have to get some more cupcakes to figure it out.
Meet Captain Fritters
Grammy gave Elsie a giraffe--named Milton by Daddy. Over time, Milton became the much loved Tito who then became a pair of matching giraffes named Tito and "Tito the Other One" by Elsie. (She found the spare we had stashed away for safekeeping, just in case.) Here is the monkey Grammy gave Kit--Daddy named him Captain Fritters. We'll see what he becomes over time.
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