(A roundup post with links to my notes and reviews)
Hey, what happened to all those booklists you used to have in your sidebars at the old blog?
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?
hee hee ho ho ha ha – and waaaaay too cute!
Posted on February 4th, 2009 at 2:27 pmDo those pajamas he is wearing have frogs on them???
Posted on February 4th, 2009 at 5:45 pmHe just blends right in, doesn’t he? LOL!
Posted on February 4th, 2009 at 8:03 pmLol and awww all in one post.
Posted on February 4th, 2009 at 8:38 pmPure perfection!
Posted on February 4th, 2009 at 9:55 pmOh, that is hilarious and so sweet! Gotta love siblings.
Posted on February 4th, 2009 at 10:00 pmlovely photo!
Posted on February 5th, 2009 at 2:17 amWhat a delicious baby photo and what great sibling interaction
Posted on February 5th, 2009 at 4:31 amWhat Sarah said.
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Posted on February 5th, 2009 at 7:26 amWe had that same sleeper. It’s so cute! He is precious (and so is Rilla).
Posted on February 5th, 2009 at 8:12 amI just love this. What a great moment to catch on film. Is Beanie reading Tin-Tin in the background?
Posted on February 6th, 2009 at 3:19 pmthat is too cute.
Posted on February 8th, 2009 at 7:24 pmSo what does Rilla think about this new addition, by now?
Posted on February 9th, 2009 at 6:18 amabsolutely precious!!
Posted on February 9th, 2009 at 9:14 amOh, the sweetness. What a cute, cute baby – and his big sister is pretty sweet, too.
Posted on February 9th, 2009 at 4:46 pmGet the art supplies into their hands early!
Posted on February 11th, 2009 at 6:28 pmZ-Dad