Cute cut

Yesterday Rosie had an appointment to get her crazy curls back under control. As I collected her from preschool I reminded her where we were going. Her wailing response: But I don't want my hair cut! I'm already cute!

What is this like?

I'm currently reading a YA novel (The Medici Seal, if anyone is interested) in which Leonardo da Vinci is an important character. The narrator/protagonist describes how completely focused da Vinci could become -- to the point that time, physical conditions, and project assistants became non-existent.

I have a friend (LG--Hi!) who could block out the world when doing homework with Tori Amos playing in the background. Her powers of concentration still wow me.

Driving everybody home from school this afternoon, I was listening to an Irish novelist on the radio & he said something about the writing process that I am going to be mentally digesting for a long time: I'm so intent that it's as if I'm not there.

Happiness Is...

happiness is hearing Rosie play with Gracie: Mommy, put us in the oven (her bed), we need cooking -- we're baby biscuits!

It's beginning to look a lot like. . .

Freezing rain turned into this stuff. I promise, it was much prettier in person and frigid. When I took Rosie outside to play, she happily ate snowflakes as they fell into her mouth. But after three minutes she said, "It's too windy!" and we spent the rest of the day inside.

Happiness Is...

happiness is telling Graham we were about to play Little Drummer Boy & have him ask, "Is that rum-pa-pum?"

Happiness Is...

happiness is making the family's traditional birthday cake

Happiness Is...

happiness is helping out Gracie's cousin-twin (my cousin became a dad the same day I become a fourth-time mom) with productive advice