There are a lot of babies to love in my life right now. Some are far away (Hi Henry! Hi Maya!) and others are nearby enough to be subjected to my camera on a more regular basis. So. Want to see just a few of the many cute babies I am lucky to know?
Here is Judah (He of the Famously Long Eyelashes), 9 months, in mommy Jess's lap.
Here is Theo (He of the Amazing Expressive Eyebrows), 3 months, in Anna's arms:
And here is Lia (She of the Ginger Red Locks), 4.5 months, with her mommy Rachel:
I saw the Indigo Girls last night for the first time since I was 15 and it was awesome. In high school I didn't really have friends who liked the same music as me. I actually didn't have many friends who liked any of the things I liked - one reason that high school was a turbulent time. So when the Indigo Girls announced they were coming to Milwaukee (1.5 hrs away), my dad agreed to drive me to the concert and see the show with me at the Riverside Theater. He was probably one of 15 men in the whole venue. At intermission he went into the bathroom and came running back out, horrified look on his face, thinking he had misread the sign and accidentally walked into the women's room (he didn't realize that at an Indigo Girls concert, the concept of a "mens' room" was not entirely a strict one). Then he bought me a shirt that I still wear as jammies and drove me back to Madison while I slept in the car, as I am known to do.
This story is a good example that Eli might cite to illustrate the impossible standard my dad set for all subsequent men in my life.
I just spent the last 9 days in the grips of a horrible horrible flu, and now that I have come out the other side, I implore you: GET A FLU SHOT. Trust me. I'll spare you the graphic details if you just go get the shot, because holy cow, influenza is an evil beast. Save yourselves!
My high school group made this fabric mobile today. They each got a big strip of cotton muslin fabric and used sharpies to draw and write things that represented them. Then we tied them all to a large branch and hung it in their classroom.
Work has been busy lately - getting all my groups lined up at the beginning of the school year is always kind of a scheduling nightmare - and it's about to get busier. I'm taking on some additional work at a therapeutic middle school through the Durham Arts Council's CAPS (Community Arts in Public Schools) program. Some of the kids in my group are transitioning out of inpatient settings, and others have been removed from previous schools due to behavioral issues, which is a bit of a departure from the population (children with developmental disabilities) I work with currently. I hope it will be good experience for the kids (and me!). I am still also running after school art programs two days a week. So I'm sort of all over the place, but I'm glad to be doing more networking and getting some new opportunities in my field.
Meanwhile, I have discovered The Real Housewives of New York City, and it is amazing and ridiculous (in exactly the way I need it to be - sometimes they are just being rich and rude, but often they are hysterical and oddly relatable). I have plowed through three seasons and now feel like I need to ration the rest, because it is so riveting. Riveting might not be the right word. It's possible that watching it has decreased my vocabulary.