This kid is pretty great.
Even if she DID moo — loudly! — through the entire dairy aisle last time I was at Target.
She’s been extra interested in “taking pih-uhs” lately, so of course we did the only logical thing. We gave her a blog.
Introducing…Aveline {and a } Camera, a website of photographs taken by a two-year-old.
This is Aveline’s little art space — our old 1940s table, tucked into the corner of our apartment, with big windows all around it. At any given time, the table is covered with large pieces of paper, spiral-bound sketch pads, tiny blank books, stickers, markers sorted by color, bits of crayons broken in half, and a few plastic animals scattered across the table. There’s almost always a fedora and a hula hoop hanging off the back of one of the wooden chairs. There’s a pendant from her baby shower and stars from when she turned two.
And there’s a view, too, because if you duck down and look through the windows at just the right angle, you see a tree instead of a toll booth, an exit ramp, a chain link fence, or other apartment buildings.
When she sits here, wearing an old gingham pinafore which used to be mine, she counts to thirteen skipping five, and she draws letter A’s and numby 2’s and letter Z’s and circles and faces and eyes and airplanes.
When she draws, she flies to a world far, far from here.
I hope she can always get lost this way.
Happy Friday! What are your plans for this long Memorial Day weekend? I can’t say we’ve quite decided yet. I’d love to go to the beach, but I’m sure millions of other people have the same idea. :/ Although I am sure Aveline would be happy if I just let her wreak havoc on the furniture all weekend.
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Tiger Tee: Cherokee for Target
Leggings: Circo for Target via the thrift store (ages and ages ago)
It’s a good thing I just had that epiphany about blogging more work-that’s-not-my-own-AKA-inspiration, because it appears my theory is going to be put to the test.
Immediately.
See those allegedly cute feet in the photo above?
Minutes after that image was captured, those very same little feet forcefully met with an open lens and shutter, causing springs and small parts to loose from their confines and fall onto the sidewalk, rendering the aforementioned camera slightly less than operable.
Then she went inside and colored on the stairs with pink and blue sidewalk chalk, leaving me to lament over the damage her kick left in its wake.
If you need me, I’ll be rocking back and forth, with a tiny spring in one hand and a brownie in the other.
See more of Priscilla Barbosa‘s photos over on the Babiekins Magazine blog, as well as some of my thoughts on being too high-strung — me, not her. ;)
Today, we decided this was the best way to handle the clouds and the humidity and the mud and the rain.
Today, we decided this is how you embrace what you’re given.
Today, we made the Fed Ex man look at us sideways and made our retired snowbird neighbor burst out laughing.
These are the things which fill a muggy, dark afternoon spring to overflowing.
Boots: c/o Poco Nido | Tank & Leggings: Thrifted
Earlier, I had all sorts of things I was going to say, but I think the sun fried all my brain cells. Priscilla and Aveline and I were off exploring this morning, and I am pretty sure all of us are now completely melted — it was HOT today!
But don’t miss her very cool (heh) photo tour of Aveline’s time in a Brasilian supermarket, from our outing to Silva’s last week!
It’s important to combat the tyranny of the urgent. We must not let it consume us.
It’s important to live slowly enough to see tiny moments; those transcendent moments which stand outside of time and give you a glimpse into something beyond what this world can offer.
This morning, as the curtains filtered the sun, and the light wrapped around my little girl, I couldn’t help but realize I was seeing through a glass, dimly. I couldn’t help but think we are souls, primarily; we are bodies only temporarily. (Side note: contrary to popular belief; that’s not actually a C.S. Lewis quote.)
And so in this moment of shadows and light, of heaven and earth, of beauty both tangible and intangible, there was worship.
“The purpose of theology – the purpose of any thinking about God – is to make the silences clearer and starker to us, to make the unmeaning – by which I mean those aspects of the divine that will not be reduced to human meanings – more irreducible and more terrible, and thus ultimately more wonderful. This is why art is so often better at theology than theology is.” –Christian Wiman, My Bright Abyss, 130.
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