Family Fun Day

[This is for the girls' journals. They're packed. I'll put it here, then print later for posterity.]

Yesterday we had a "family fun day". After afternoon naps, we got up and went to see a "Movie". In the "Movie Theater" (spoken with a fitting amoung of reverence and mystery). This was a first for both of you. We saw "The Wild", which is about animals that leave the NYC zoo.

Since it was your first movie, I didn't know how you would manage through. We went expecting that you might only be able to stay for part of the movie. Nope - you both loved it!

Tressa - you sat in your own seat and shared snacks with Dada. You talked a little bit, and you seemed to really follow the story. When the nighttime NY skyline was on the screen - we talked about moving there. You were thrilled. When the movie was over, we waited until most of the credits were done. Then we started out. You were very upset in the hallway, and when I suggested you go to the bathroom, you just about lost it. We went anyway. After you cried and fussed, you were finally able to say, "Well, I'm crying because I want to stay at the movies longer." Sweet girl. Its hard going back to the "real world" out of an imaginary talking-animal world. Especially when the real world is cluttered and crowded with boxes, and a lot of your furniture has been moved to your basement.

Eli - You sat back in my lap and ate popcorn and M&Ms out of my hand. When the supply was empty your little fingers scrabbled across my palm looking for more. You watched intently and pointed out the lion and other animals. When the squirrel fell down you squealed, "He fall down!" You were a little less interested the last 20 minutes or so, but you made it through the whole movie.

It was a great family fun day. We all needed that. We needed a break to be away from packing, and a time to do something together. Yea, God, for Sunday afternoons.

Friday Poetry - au courant...

Yellow at 18 months

Taking a shower, preparing to go out.
Date night.
Late afternoon sunlight falls from the open
window and filters through my yellow striped shower curtain.

The door bangs.
Someone is in the room;
A giggle, throaty chuckle answers my greeting.
I hear a tinkling melody -
the song of the pale yellow toy teapot.
The curtain pulls back,
A small hand stretches in holding out
an offering.
"Wan tea?"

She holds a plastic Easter leftover,
half an egg upturned in her hand.
The imaginary tea from that yellow cup is
the most refreshing drink I've had all day.

Friday Poetry - from 1981

(I wrote this in 2nd grade.)
From the collection:
"Poems/Poems/and/More/Poems
Written and illustrated by Laura Hamilton"

Sunning

Old Dog lay in the summer sun
Much too lazy to rise and run.
He flapped an ear
At a buzzing fly.
He winked a half opened
Sleepy eye.
He scratched himself
On an itching spot,
As he dozed on the porch
Where the sun was hot.
He whimpered a bit
From force of habit
While he lazily dreamed
Of chasing a rabbit
But Old Dog happily lay in the sun
Much to lazy to rise and run.

These days

I figure anyone who reads this is probably also checking Chris' blog.
That has the updates on life for now.

Apartment. New York. Moving.

Life is busy.

More to come!