Learning to Ride Your Bike

November 28, 2011 § 1 Comment

Dear Little Bird.

You learned to ride your bike in three short lessons.  And your momma would like to take credit thank-you-very-much.  First we practiced balancing on your bike at the high-school track.  Then we balanced some more on a slight hill.  Finally when I told you that you weren’t allowed to use the pedals, you gave me a look that said, “Seriously, mom?” and you took off pedaling.  I learned a little something about you that day.  All you need is a challenge and a hill.  Awesome.  Just awesome.

Oh, and the fact that you turned your couple tumbles into yoga stretches?  Brilliant.


Running Together in the Hot Buttered Run Race

November 27, 2011 § Leave a comment

Dear Little Bird.  Dear Little Tiger.

Our first race together!  I ran the 5k, Auntie ran the 12k and you ran the 1/4 mile.  Congrats ladies.

What Do I Love About You?

November 23, 2011 § 1 Comment

Dear Little Tiger.

One of the things I most love about you right now?

You are so extra silly.  You make the funniest faces.  And you have the best temper.  I know I’m supposed to stay mad at you when you throw a tantrum but all I can usually do is laugh.  Isn’t that just the best?

Your Smile

November 22, 2011 § 2 Comments

Dear Little Bird.

One of the things I love most about you right now?

The way you make me smile.  You make me smile because of the way you smile.  You smile nearly all the time.  And it’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.

Playing with Mama’s Jewelry

November 20, 2011 § Leave a comment

Dear Little Bird, Dear Little Tiger.

It’s official.  You are the girliest of girls.  Non-stop talk of princesses.  Wishing everything were pink.  Begging to put on makeup.  And digging through my jewelry when I’m not looking.

When I came across these lovelies from the back of my drawer, I couldn’t help but insist you play with them.  Gorgeous vintage glass beads strung together to make very special clip-on earrings.  You happily obliged.

I think these earrings started with your great-grandma.  Perhaps your grandma wore them out a time or two.  And I’ve imagined myself a princess when I put on the matching necklace.  It’s your turn now.  Princess away!

First Day of Ballet School

November 9, 2011 § Leave a comment

Dear Little Bird.  Dear Little Tiger.

We had everything all lined up the night before.  Pink tights.  Black leotards.  Pink slippers.  Pony tails.  And a special ballet bag.

I wasn’t sure you’d be able to sleep the night before your big day.  But you did.  And we made it on time.

Your teacher Miss Emily?  Patient.  Kind.  Perfect.

Your dancing?  A treat to watch.  Pointing toes.  Bending knees.  Arms held up.  Hands just so.

I can’t wait to see more next week.

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