It's not easy being elegant

Even ballerinas need a break sometimes.

Reconnecting with the art world

As often as I am able, I'm going to try to paint little watercolors like these and post them on this blog. The long term goal is to get a collection going and reproduce them into greeting cards, an idea my mom proposed, and posting them on this blog would be a means of getting the word out about them. So let me know if you're interested- I'll give you a discount :) That's the grand plan...and here's my first humble effort. 9"x6" "Butterfly Bush"

Hmm.

Francesca picks up words and phrases like a sponge. Every now and then she'll repeat something that I've said maybe *once* before- which can be scary enough- like when she informed me, "You're driving me nuts!" after I prodded her to get dressed one morning. But the following really has me baffled, and I'm being honest- these words haven't come out of my or Dave's mouth *ever* to my knowledge. In the car, commenting on the traffic lights, my mom informed Frankie, "Red means stop. Green means go!" A small voice from the back of the car asked, "Go to hell?"
We're consoling ourselves with the thought that perhaps she picked up the H-E-double hockey sticks at some point during the liturgy at Mass. Is it possible? Otherwise, family and friends are out of the equation, and I haven't heard that phrase on Lady and the Tramp or Elmo to date. Thankfully she hasn't repeated it since.

BFFs

Lola and Frankie sharing a special moment in the kitchen.

Teresa the body builder

"Yo, the red-head's wit me."

I stand corrected

Francesca indicated that she wanted to listen to Blueberries for Sal on audiobook. I said, "Ok, let's put in Blueberries for Sal." She responded with a corrective tone, "Mom, by Robert McCloskey."

Something different

There's something different about me today.

You guessed it. My first ponytail!