She reminds me of my mother, sometimes. A little dog-lover.
She can’t help herself.
And she can’t stop hugging dogs, either.
She reminds me of my mother, sometimes. A little dog-lover.
She can’t help herself.
And she can’t stop hugging dogs, either.
We don’t get much of anything I’d call winter in this state, but right now the weather is cool enough to make it home from the Farmers’ Market with produce that’s still raw. Soon enough, the raw veg will inexplicably turn into steamed veg somewhere between the market and home.
The seasons here are so strange.
It’s technically winter now, but even after two years here I still have a hard time figuring out what’s considered a winter vegetable, what produce is best in spring, and what’s in season in the summer.
But it doesn’t take living here very long to discover the dirty little secret about Florida citrus: it really isn’t all that good. It’s true. Almost 90% of Florida’s citrus is grown for juice, not just for plain ol’ eatin’.
But Aveline doesn’t care about any of that. She just wants grapefruit. Hands down, it’s her favorite fruit — she devours it in plain, peeled sections, without sugar.
My little grapefruit-lover is also somewhat of thief. She took that hat right off my head, saying sweetly, “Hat wear, mummy?” The scarf is also mine, but at least she pickpocketed it from my dresser, not my neck. “Scarf wear, mummy? I fi’ [find] scarf.”
I don’t mind. I have a daughter who shares my clothes. That’s pretty awesome!
It’s rather suspicious when a toddler suddenly becomes quiet. But this quiet moment was only a mild bending of the rules — eating crackers in our bed, reclining on a plush soccer ball, and playing with her mini Etch A Sketch.
I was happy to overlook the crumbs. (They were on Josiah’s side of the bed, anyway.) It gave me few moments to drink the rest of my coffee without fear of wearing it.
Just look at that little dimpled chin and elbow! Ah! I love her.
And she loves the set of Peppa Pig characters she received at Christmas time — Peppa, George, Mummy and Daddy. I think it’s hilarious that since we say “papa” or “papi” rather then “daddy”, she thinks the Peppa Pig’s father’s name is “doddy”, complete with British accent!
This is her favorite spot, at the old 1940’s table in the corner near the big windows. I find her here most of the time, with a line-up of toys and shiny things and various other “chessures” (treasures), as she colors away in books, on paper, and on the table.
Don’t worry, it’s just the teeny-tiniest owie. But like most kids (and very much like myself at that age) she’s prone to scratch away, so we deemed the owie off-limits with a Peanuts bandaid. Β I wonder whyΒ bandaids are so exciting?Β I think she thought it was an accessory, like a necklace or hair bow.
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As part of my effort to blog more about everyday life, I’m going to start writing little tidbits along with the images in theseΒ Life in PhotosΒ posts.
Today, on this Friday-which-doesn’t-feel-like-a-Friday, I’m trying to get back into the creative groove. I’m taking pictures of everyday things for a Day in the Life series of photographs I’ll post here later.
They are bright photos, of food and of laundry and of unmade beds.
But a few moments ago during lunch, I turned around and saw this. She looked me right in the eyes and straight through to my heart (which is now a melted puddle).
SCARF: An old bandanna I’ve had for years
OWL BELT:Β ej sikke lej, a gift Auntie Lauren brought back from Denmark
LONG-SLEEVE WHITE TEE: American Apparel c/o Wittlebee
JEANS: Levi’s, a gift from Grandma
METALLIC SHEEPSKIN SHOES:Β Melton, another gift Auntie Lauren brought back from Denmark
And a cactus. She was convinced the cactus needed some TLC.
(A great big thank you to the kind folks over at ZOOBUG who sent these gorgeous sunnies to Aveline!)
GLASSES: Fluo-Pink Wayfarers c/o Zoobug
OWL BELT: ej sikke lej, a gift Auntie Lauren brought back from Denmark
SCARF: Target women’s section
LONG-SLEEVE WHITE TEE: American Apparel c/o Wittlebee
SKINNY JEANS: Levi’s, a gift from Grandma
We’re both sitting here this morning working on letters (well, she’s working on numbers, too.) I push little square plastic buttons on the keyboard and the letters appear, black and sans-serif, perfectly aligned; yet still I rearrange them endlessly.
She chooses from among sixty-four colors like marigold and cerulean and orchid, and fills in the centers of her O’s and 8’s and sings her version of the alphabet, which currently sounds like “O-O-B-O-E-E-E-O.”
I open another blank document; she runs to the printer for another worksheet.
We’re not that different, she and I.
(Thanks to Marie of A Sea Apart for the link to these great printable worksheets.)
(A quick self portrait taken yesterday in the middle of running errands.)