Today is the 8th day of March. Right? I live in Georgia, right? So why was there snow swirling outside my window?
It snowed off and on this morning, although nothing too heavy and it only stuck to things like deck furniture. But I still wonder why it even snowed at all - it is March for goodness' sake! I have lived in the south long enough that I expect March to be the month where the transition to warmer weather starts. In fact, just the other day I was trying to decide if it was time to make the big closet switch. Good thing I didn't; it never got much above 42 degrees today and I needed that waffle weave hoodie.
The scene out our back windows was so odd this morning: snow flurries among the flowering tulip and Bradford pear trees, blooming daffodils and budding maple trees. The finches out on their thistle feeder looked downright annoyed at the cold wind and fluffed up their feathers so much that they looked liked balls o' birds.
Come on, spring!
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Friday, March 7, 2008
Starting way too early
One day last week, after his snack had been consumed and his homework completed, A got very busy at his table in the sunroom. He was very quiet out there, totally absorbed in his work with only the scritch scritch sound (the one that makes J's hair practically stand on end) of the markers to indicate his presence.
He proudly showed me what he had created: a card for one of the girls in his class, Isabella.
The "IC" is not an editorial comment, but her initials...along with his initials, "AM", over drawings of them (for some reason, he drew her as the taller one of the two). He also included drawings of their houses, rainbows, and lots and lots of hearts. When I asked him if Isabella was his girlfriend, he rather disdainfully said "No, Mommy, I just like her!" Silly me.
He then proceeded to make little paper hearts for the rest of the girls in the class, in case they should feel left out. He carefully printed each one's initials on the hearts, along with his initials.
When I asked him the next day how his gifts had been received, he told me that everyone had liked them, except Emily - she said she didn't want hers.
That Emily. She doesn't know what she is missing!
He proudly showed me what he had created: a card for one of the girls in his class, Isabella.
The "IC" is not an editorial comment, but her initials...along with his initials, "AM", over drawings of them (for some reason, he drew her as the taller one of the two). He also included drawings of their houses, rainbows, and lots and lots of hearts. When I asked him if Isabella was his girlfriend, he rather disdainfully said "No, Mommy, I just like her!" Silly me.He then proceeded to make little paper hearts for the rest of the girls in the class, in case they should feel left out. He carefully printed each one's initials on the hearts, along with his initials.
When I asked him the next day how his gifts had been received, he told me that everyone had liked them, except Emily - she said she didn't want hers.
That Emily. She doesn't know what she is missing!
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