Just because an animal is large, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t want kindness; however big Tigger seems to be, remember that he wants as much kindness as Roo. (from Winnie the Pooh by A.A. Milne)
The consequences of our actions are always so complicated, so diverse, that predicting the future is a very difficult business indeed…. (from Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban by J.K. Rowling)
Bonus post May 18, 2011
This is a post I wrote on my other blog shortly after Benjamin was born. I thought of it today because I have been trying to win a new swimsuit over at The Frugal Novice. I hope you enjoy this…feel free to laugh at my expense.
If You Give a Mom a Muffin-top (with compliments and apologies to Laura Numeroff)
After she accepts, she will realize she doesn’t have a swimsuit that fits her.
So she will take the baby with her to JC Penny where she will select two swimsuits from the sale rack.
She will need to try them on, so she will park the stroller in front of the changing room miror and strip down.
The baby will start to cry because his stroller is not moving.
The mom will have to let him cry because she is stuck in a tangle of spandex and nylon that is too small.
When she gets untangled, she will pick up the screaming baby and wiggle into her blue jeans while holding him.
She will leave JC Penny and go home.
Obviously, she will need a baby-sitter before she can shop for a swimsuit.
A few days later she will try again, but this time she will take someone to hold the baby while she tries on swimsuits.
She will not find anything at two department stores and will resign herself to the truth that she will have to go to Dillards and blow her budget.
After trying on no fewer than fifteen swimsuits, she will decide on one that is only $12 over her budget.
Looking at herself in the mirror, wearing a size 10 swimsuit, she will remember that she used to wear a size 6.
This will make her want to go work out.
So she will need something to wear to work out in.
A lot of pretending May 17, 2011
Grown ups sure do a lot of pretending and call it politeness. (from Miss Charity Comes To Stay by Alberta Wilson Constant)
Naw, Jem, I think there’s just one kind of folks. Folks. (from To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee)
You can’t stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes. (from Winnie The Pooh by A.A. Milne)
Heroic Hair May 15, 2011
He DID have Heroic Hair, which was a very bright red and stood up vertically however much you tried to wet it down with seawater. (from How to Train Your Dragon by Cressida Cowell)
Important test May 14, 2011
Plus, this may not seem important to YOU, but anybody who fails this piddly little Test gets put into exile to get eaten up by cannibals or something equally gruesome. (from How to Train Your Dragon by Cressida Cowell)
This pretty much sums up my feelings during finals weeks.
Walk proudly May 12, 2011
Molly Lou Melon stood just taller than her dog and was the shortest girl in the first grade. She didn’t mind. Her grandma had told her, “Walk as proudly as you can and the world will look up to you.” So she did. (from Stand Tall, Molly Lou Melon by Patty Lovell)
Those noises May 10, 2011
If you didn’t have a real good imagination you’d probably think those noises were the sounds of some kid blowing a horn for the first time, but I knew better than that. (from Bud, Not Buddy by Christopher Paul Curtis)
Several months ago my sister and I were sitting in my parents’ living room talking while my two-year-old played on the piano. He was just playing and singing his little heart out and I thought it was precious. When he stopped and looked back over his shoulder at us, I broke into applause and said, “What a beautiful song! That was so good, Benjamin! Play some more music for Mommy.” When I looked back at my sister she had this completely baffled look on her face, like she couldn’t imagine that we were hearing the same “music” come from that piano. I mean, of course it’s not an actual recognizable song that he’s playing and singing, but I was genuinely impressed that at age two he plays with his fingertips instead of banging the keys with his palm. And I thought it was really beautiful the way he sang with that sweet little voice his nonsense lyrics–I’m sure they made sense to him. But Whitney couldn’t hear it.
Aha, but a couple of weeks ago, when her 9-month-old picked up a recorder and started blowing into it, you never saw a woman grab a video camera so fast in your life!
So now Benjamin and Ryder are a little toddler band, entertaining us on the drums, the piano, the recorder, and the hammer dulcimer (an unusual bluegrass instrument that my mom plays and Benjamin is now obsessed with) and we all applaud wildly whenever they pause in their spontaneous compositions. If someone happens by the house in the middle of one of these concerts, they might think, “What is all that racket?!” But we know better.