Posts tagged ‘wren’
in the D
We escaped the big storm that brought twenty (or more) inches of weavy, het snow to northern Michigan and got a city fix in the D this past weekend with my Mom. Thanks, Detroit, for being sunny and snow-free for our visit. We played tourist… ate Opa! and olives in Greektown, picked out desserts at the Astoria and visited the Detroit Insitute of Arts. Phoebe slept the entire D visit until the modern wing. So I nursed her amidst the big, abstract pieces while Wren melted down in need of a nap… There was a lot of “why?” and “wow!” as we wandered around the museum and it made this Mama happy. Never too young to enjoy art.
two and a half
Happy half birthday to my (biggest) little birdie! Seems like you just turned two, but the calendar tells us that you’re now halfway to three! Although your cheeks are still round as a cherub, you open your mouth and out flow your thoughts, which are wise and wondrous and well beyond your two and a half years. Papa and I think you will probably surpass us soon with your vocabulary, memory and deep thoughts. You just don’t miss a bit, little lady. You keep us on our toes and we’re so very thankful for you and your uplifting spirit. You bring so much joy to so many people. XO Mama
{this moment} awe
{this moment} – a Friday ritual inspired by Soule Mama: “A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.”
she dances
Seems like just yesterday the little birdie started walking and now she’s dancing her (big) heart out in head-to-toe pink in her first “creative movement” class. As I was looking through the windows of studio 3, I had one of those “how did I get here?” moments. In a good way. Cue the Talking Heads music…
I had mixed feelings about going down this pink and frilly rabbit hole, but Wren couldn’t be more thrilled about it. So I am too. Plus, I just don’t think I’ve ever seen anything cuter than a bunch of chubby toddlers in pink leotards and tights, skipping around a dance studio. Have you?
