I'm currently in Yadkinville for a few days, visiting my family and celebrating the wedding to come at a shower with some friends and family!
For the last week in Beantown, the temperature has hovered between 40 and 59 degrees, averaging on the cold, rainy, and blustery side of things... but tonight, my sister and I went out to a pub, and sat outside under a clear night sky, with a few brave stars poking out, perfect 60 degree temperature-- not too hot, not too cold. I put my feet up, and wanted to take my shoes off (but refrained, re: social graces in restaurants, even be they outdoors) and just ENJOYED the beauty... so clear, so cool, so good, so beautiful!
Summer is coming, at long last. :)
Friday, May 20, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
day 2: eating dirt and keeping clean
Apologies for two cute kid stories in a row, but this one was just too fun to pass up!
I was on the T this morning, rushing to get things done before hitting the road. Just past Central, a cute little boy in a stroller, around 2 years old, started flirting with me from across the car. His mom was attempting to get him ready for snack time, which included wiping his hands to ensure that he didn't get any nasty germs, or contaminated objects in his little mouth... she was pretty distracted, however, by the task of getting the teddy grahams out of the diaper bag, and the little munchkin was feeling mischievous.
With a glint in his eyes, he grabbed his foot, avec very dirty shoe, and with a flirtatious grin at me, proceeded to lick his shoe. Properly shocked at how horrible it tasted, he recoiled and promptly began spitting with an acuity that would make professional baseball players proud. Mom, however, was completely oblivious to this small turn of events, and proceeded to continue washing his hands, narrating as she went, that they were doing this to prevent unclean things from entering his mouth.
I had to smile, because of the toddler's lack of wisdom in keeping dirty things out of his mouth, and experimental learning of the lesson his mother was attempting to instill, and utter cuteness, and the mother's goodhearted desire to prevent contamination.
Lesson of the day: eating dirt is neither good nor beautiful (nor tasty). But this moment was... :)
I was on the T this morning, rushing to get things done before hitting the road. Just past Central, a cute little boy in a stroller, around 2 years old, started flirting with me from across the car. His mom was attempting to get him ready for snack time, which included wiping his hands to ensure that he didn't get any nasty germs, or contaminated objects in his little mouth... she was pretty distracted, however, by the task of getting the teddy grahams out of the diaper bag, and the little munchkin was feeling mischievous.
With a glint in his eyes, he grabbed his foot, avec very dirty shoe, and with a flirtatious grin at me, proceeded to lick his shoe. Properly shocked at how horrible it tasted, he recoiled and promptly began spitting with an acuity that would make professional baseball players proud. Mom, however, was completely oblivious to this small turn of events, and proceeded to continue washing his hands, narrating as she went, that they were doing this to prevent unclean things from entering his mouth.
I had to smile, because of the toddler's lack of wisdom in keeping dirty things out of his mouth, and experimental learning of the lesson his mother was attempting to instill, and utter cuteness, and the mother's goodhearted desire to prevent contamination.
Lesson of the day: eating dirt is neither good nor beautiful (nor tasty). But this moment was... :)
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
day 1: bilingual superheroes
I live in a neighborhood where the primary language is not English. By and large, most people are fairly bilingual, but the more local you get, the less English you hear. Today at the laundermat, I got to pull out my language skills, which was super exciting for me and very beautiful!
But, the good and beautiful was: behind me, there with his mom, there was a little boy, between 3 and 4 years old, who was playing with his action figures. He was narrating the dialogue between them, and interjecting comments to his mom, and kept switching back and forth between languages. His action figures spoke English, his mom spoke Spanish, and so he translated, back and forth. It was that natural for him. And I thought, how beautiful! and how good!
But, the good and beautiful was: behind me, there with his mom, there was a little boy, between 3 and 4 years old, who was playing with his action figures. He was narrating the dialogue between them, and interjecting comments to his mom, and kept switching back and forth between languages. His action figures spoke English, his mom spoke Spanish, and so he translated, back and forth. It was that natural for him. And I thought, how beautiful! and how good!
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