Friday, November 11, 2005

These Days

What is it like for me to be home alone with C&D these days? Well, Thursday it looked like this:


When they got a little fussy I put on a Los Lonely Boys DVD that I picked up at the library earlier in the week. When the music started David smiled and Carmen started bouncing on her poofy, cloth-diapered butt. Their favorite song is Heaven, judging by the arm-flapping and bouncing. Who needs Baby Einstein?




Almost had an accident with a semi truck on Wednesday on the way to the co-op. Blech. Right now my paradise is a place where Central Market, Whole Foods, and the co-op are within easy walking distance. Worst thing that would happen in that case would be, what? Tripping? No such pedestrian paradise exists in Houston, though.




From an e-mail Thursday morning:
Carmen proved yesterday to Fiona that she can crawl, too, but she would rather alternate sitting from being on all fours. She moves sort of like a spirograph, around and around and around.
That afternoon, Carmen crawled a couple of feet and directly into the wall. She stopped, sat down, and started twirling and whirling again.




On the bookshelf: The Absorbent Mind. What I like best in this book by Maria Montessori (the Montessori) is her clear sense of wonder at the process of child development. Here's a nice little piece from this week:
To know, to love and to serve is the trimonial of all religions, but the child is the
true maker of our spirituality. He teaches us the plan of nature for giving form to our conduct and character, a plan fully traced out in all its details of age and work, with its need for freedom and intense activity in accordance with the laws of life.
Nice. I started Montessori from the Start this past week, too. I think I'll snuggle with Carmen right now and read it a bit.




Today our biggest accomplishment was a successful trip and visit to Young and Restless for some knit pants with lots of room for cloth-diapered baby butts. We have a to-do list three miles long; wonder what we'll manage to get done tomorrow?

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