1. One of the
2. I started a new book (well truthfully, I picked back up a book that I started last year but never finished) called My First White Friend by Patricia Raybon. Its written with such a beautiful voice, such a crystal clear picture of the author's experiences growing up as an African-American child in the 1950's. Here's a short excerpt about the author's grandma, a woman who left her son for over a decade to go north and build a life in hopes of bringing him with her some day.
Smile, she would say, showing her dimple.But he couldn't.All the years in Mississippi left my father with a hole in his heart and light-heartedness would never be his lot. Life just wasn't funny to Bill. (pg. 31)
I'm not generally a fan of non-fiction but I'm growing in my appreciation for a well-told memoir. The book is very good so far.
3. Ella and I continue our daily negotiations over what she will wear. She has extremely strong ideas about her wardrobe- at least for a three year old, in my opinion. One of her new habits is that when she wakes up from her afternoon nap, she changes her clothes before coming downstairs. "I like to change for dinner," she tells me. It reminds me of the old English books where at evening everyone would go upstairs to dress for dinner. Poor Ella was born in the wrong era (and country...and economic class...)
|Pic from starbucks.com|
5. I'm having some technical difficulties with my phone and camera. But thankfully, other people in my life are on hand with cameras in hand to document certain events.
And the bacon wrapped jalapeno poppers. Out of control.
And here's few shots that my sister-in-law, Emily, snagged of the kids when we were in CO.
Well, I guess that's it. Have a great weekend!