what do you look like when...
today i played a game with elenora where i asked her "What do you look like when you are mad?" or "What do you look like when you're sad?" etc. it was so adorable to watch her associate her feelings with the look on her face. she really did an excellent job. her mad face was all crinkled-nose and teeth barred. her sad face was a pouty whine. her happy face (my favorite) was a big smile with both arms in the air accompanied by a small jump. "What do you look like when you're sleeping?" caused her to lay her head down on the carpet.
ella slept over at momby's again last night. j. and i needed a babysitter and we were having dinner over there anyhow to watch j. and h.'s wedding video, so we put ella down to sleep there and momby brought her back this morning.
j. and i went to the hutsons' for the evening to watch the oscars (an annual tradition). we were out so late and i had to get up so early this morning. i should be napping now, but elenora seems to be riled up from her night away and she's bouncing around her crib instead of sleeping. it's hard for me to relax until she's asleep.
today at lunch j. asked elenora what color pop-pop's chair is. she immediately said "purple," which is correct. think of the thought process that goes into coming up with that answer. jeez.
i'm reading a book by a co-worker now. he wrote it in the 1990s and received good reviews from everyone except the New York Times. he says he never recovered from the Times review and hasn't written an original novel since. if you google Robert Tine, all kinds of books pop up. he's made a career over the years of getting contracts from the motion picture industry to write novels based on screenplays in order to promote the films. but this one book is an original novel of his. i really am enjoying it. i think my dad would like it too. it starts out with an authentic italian painting worth a lot of money that is found in the possession of a manhattan cleaning woman. it was her fathers' painting, but nobody knows how he got it. they need to ascertain whether he obtained it legally in order to auction it off. so then there's a flashback to 1944 in italy, where her father was stationed as a soldier. the story is going to be about him and how he gets the picture. it's really very well written, and it's so cool that the guy who wrote it sits about twenty feet from my office.
elenora has been very cuddly before naps and bedtime. the other night she lay with her head on my shoulder as i sang songs, and i just kept singing one after another because there has never been anything more wonderful than having her so close and loving.
ella slept over at momby's again last night. j. and i needed a babysitter and we were having dinner over there anyhow to watch j. and h.'s wedding video, so we put ella down to sleep there and momby brought her back this morning.
j. and i went to the hutsons' for the evening to watch the oscars (an annual tradition). we were out so late and i had to get up so early this morning. i should be napping now, but elenora seems to be riled up from her night away and she's bouncing around her crib instead of sleeping. it's hard for me to relax until she's asleep.
today at lunch j. asked elenora what color pop-pop's chair is. she immediately said "purple," which is correct. think of the thought process that goes into coming up with that answer. jeez.
i'm reading a book by a co-worker now. he wrote it in the 1990s and received good reviews from everyone except the New York Times. he says he never recovered from the Times review and hasn't written an original novel since. if you google Robert Tine, all kinds of books pop up. he's made a career over the years of getting contracts from the motion picture industry to write novels based on screenplays in order to promote the films. but this one book is an original novel of his. i really am enjoying it. i think my dad would like it too. it starts out with an authentic italian painting worth a lot of money that is found in the possession of a manhattan cleaning woman. it was her fathers' painting, but nobody knows how he got it. they need to ascertain whether he obtained it legally in order to auction it off. so then there's a flashback to 1944 in italy, where her father was stationed as a soldier. the story is going to be about him and how he gets the picture. it's really very well written, and it's so cool that the guy who wrote it sits about twenty feet from my office.
elenora has been very cuddly before naps and bedtime. the other night she lay with her head on my shoulder as i sang songs, and i just kept singing one after another because there has never been anything more wonderful than having her so close and loving.
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posted by bel @ 1:20 PM
2 Comments:
It's so sweet that Ella has been so snuggly. In those moments I just wish time would stand still so I could soak it in longer. Those are the memories you will cherish. Love, Cristy
I remember those days with you. So glad you're carrying on the tradition. Mom
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