The routine was pretty rudimentary (mostly for the other kids, of course): raise your arms, touch the floor, wiggle. But you-know-who really nailed it.
If you want to see the full-length video, come visit. There are three screenings daily.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Tiny Dancer
It's true what you've been hearing on the streets: There was a dance recital. And yes, there is footage. But I used a video "tape" -- a rarity, I know -- and haven't taken the time to figure out how to get that tape translated into ones and zeroes so you can all enjoy them here. In the meantime, here are some still shots from the "recital."
The routine was pretty rudimentary (mostly for the other kids, of course): raise your arms, touch the floor, wiggle. But you-know-who really nailed it.
If you want to see the full-length video, come visit. There are three screenings daily.
The routine was pretty rudimentary (mostly for the other kids, of course): raise your arms, touch the floor, wiggle. But you-know-who really nailed it.
If you want to see the full-length video, come visit. There are three screenings daily.
Friday, May 09, 2008
Dumb Ole Dad
Believe it or not, we don't take a picture of everything. So here's one of the few text-only posts.
As you'll see soon, Harper was the lucky recipient of her very own backyard playset recently. (Big thanks to Nonnie and Nana.) In the bottom of this is a little box that imagination has transformed into a storefront from which Harper serves us juice, turkey, milk, Cheerios and any other consumables for which she has the words. She loves it. And we play along cuz, you know, that's what you do.
So last week I'm bellied up to the counter ordering some "snacks" that Harper would go and get and pretend to serve me. On the third or fourth round of pretending to eat these things I ask for another order: turkey, juice, maybe some water. Harper scurried off, carefully picked out some rocks that would double as our pretend snacks.
When she got back she carefully laid them out and then, after careful consideration, presented to me one of the little gray rocks.
Playing along, I asked, full of animation, "MMMM! Thanks, Harper! And what is this?"
She looked at me a second, looked at the rock I was holding and said, like she was talking to a two-year-old, "a rock."
As you'll see soon, Harper was the lucky recipient of her very own backyard playset recently. (Big thanks to Nonnie and Nana.) In the bottom of this is a little box that imagination has transformed into a storefront from which Harper serves us juice, turkey, milk, Cheerios and any other consumables for which she has the words. She loves it. And we play along cuz, you know, that's what you do.
So last week I'm bellied up to the counter ordering some "snacks" that Harper would go and get and pretend to serve me. On the third or fourth round of pretending to eat these things I ask for another order: turkey, juice, maybe some water. Harper scurried off, carefully picked out some rocks that would double as our pretend snacks.
When she got back she carefully laid them out and then, after careful consideration, presented to me one of the little gray rocks.
Playing along, I asked, full of animation, "MMMM! Thanks, Harper! And what is this?"
She looked at me a second, looked at the rock I was holding and said, like she was talking to a two-year-old, "a rock."
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Birthday Girl
After a weekend of vigorous celebrating, our two-year-old girl is fast asleep. And we aren't far behind her. There's plenty to recap as of late, but while we catch our breath, here's a shot of the happiest little lady in Middle Tennessee. Stay tuned for more.
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