Here’s my boy, hanging out having a snack with his good buddy, Mr. Potato Head.
I wondered why one of Potato Head’s ears was lying on the couch with a spare screw-cover (left over from the construction of a toy shopping cart) stuck on the end. Wonderboy informed me that it isn’t an ear—it’s a hearing aid. And it needed a new battery, of course. Evidently he went rummaging around in the drawer where we keep his own hearing aid batteries and found the little orange screw-cover.
Oh, I could just eat him up every minute of the day.
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They're still accessible at melissawiley.typepad.com, where this blog lived from January 2005-March 2008. You can also find all my Lilting House posts there, or try the search bar here. All my previous Bonny Glen and Lilting House posts have been imported to this site.
Every day is complicated, messy, and full of friction. And every day has glorious or cozy moments worth celebrating. I seldom bother to chronicle the friction and the mess because writing time is fleeting and precious—and childhood even more so. I’d rather capture the small joys that I might forget—or take for granted—if I don’t take time to set them down in words.
(Excerpt from this post about Real Life, quoted here because I don't want anyone to be under the impression that things are always perfect around here! Heaven knows we are anything but. Perfect, frictionless, orderly? Nope. Happy? Most of the time!)
Be like the bird
Who, pausing in flight
On limb too slight,
Feels it give way beneath her,
Yet sings,
Knowing she has wings.
—Victor Hugo
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“Exploration,” says John Stilgoe, author of Outside Lies Magic, “is a liberal art, because it is an art that liberates, that frees, that opens away from narrowness. And it is fun.”
Yes: it is so, so much fun, and that is why I write these posts all chattery with excitement over this or that connection the kids made today. (Or that I made myself!) I know I get carried away, but that’s the point, isn’t it, that way leading on to way has carried me away?
And yet—and yet—I think we are at once ‘carried away’ and made more fully present in the now, more rooted, by these relationships between ideas about things past and future. The joy of connection makes me want to celebrate this moment, this brief encounter with wild-haired child and broad-trunked tree, bus going by, sign on church wall, Scottish warlord creeping over the tower wall and startling the English soldier’s wife who has just put her babe in arms to sleep by crooning that the Black Douglas won’t get him. Child, laughing, shouting “Dinna ye be sae sure aboot that!” across the courtyard outside the library. How can I not celebrate this freedom?
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So so so cute and sweet. We all love him.
Posted on December 26th, 2008 at 8:40 pmCould he be any cuter?!
Posted on December 26th, 2008 at 9:24 pmToo cute!
And so perfect!!!
Posted on December 26th, 2008 at 10:45 pmWhat a sweetie pie.
Posted on December 26th, 2008 at 11:39 pmOh! That is so precious!!!
Posted on December 27th, 2008 at 2:34 amYay Wonderboy!!
Posted on December 27th, 2008 at 8:11 amAdorable!!! And so handsome!
Posted on December 27th, 2008 at 8:32 amHonestly, Melissa, how do you get anything done? He is the sweetest…..
Diana
Posted on December 27th, 2008 at 8:34 amThat is so cute! It looks like he has the same color ear mold as my son has.
Posted on December 27th, 2008 at 12:53 pmthis is too cute. i love the laid back casual style on the couch, too.
Posted on December 27th, 2008 at 9:17 pmSimply scrumptious.
Posted on December 28th, 2008 at 5:43 pmI love that!
And nice job on the diaper pouch. Very cute…
Posted on December 28th, 2008 at 6:51 pmawwwwww…
Posted on December 30th, 2008 at 5:20 am