Everyday

American childhood begins

Well, it happened today. Ada has entered American childhood, in official terms. What? Well, she has begun eating breakfast cereal, of course. The great American tradition, cold cereal and milk. Whole wheat organic O’s, of course, but breakfast cereal, nonetheless. The French have good wine, the Germans have beer and sausage, the Argentines have grilled meat, and we have breakfast cereal.

How will life ever be the same? Next will be cartoons and cereal on Saturday mornings. (Though I guess you can watch them anytime now, right?)

Someone once told me to imagine a big warehouse filled with piles of all of the things you’ve ever eaten. All of the food you have ever eaten is sorted into piles, some big, some small, some medium. You walk through the warehouse. You can see them growing at different times in your life. Well, my breakfast cereal pile is through the moon. Welcome to America. Cheerios nation USA.

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Americana at work, Cheerios and childhood begin

Bows!

What a cutie! We tried something new. How lucky to be so cute!

Trying out bows

Wanna come play?!

Riding a horse, talking on the phone, & hearing an airplane

Ada’s suddenly so creative, with lots of being able to show us how she can play make believe, make new observations, and show us fun ways of using stuff in new ways. Its so cool to see her imagination unfolding. Here she’s riding a horse (aka the stroller), talking on the phone, and hearing an airplane. Its some busy playing.

Just a regular day

Just a regular day, in a green skirt, pink socks, and yellow t-shirt, that is.

What’s in the backyard

Ada wonders what is in the backyard on a sunny Sunday in June. A few quiet pictures.

Ada (as Maggie Simpson)

Here’s a too cute video of Ada getting ready for bed in our hotel room … Can you say Maggie Simpson!?  We were cracking up.

Working Girl

So the backroom (i.e. my office & the dog sleeping room) is now the most desired part of the house – basically, it is almost always blocked off. When we look up, Ada can be found at the gate, arms up, shouting for us to come and show her the computer.  Iif the gate is open, we find her rustling like a bank robber with the ‘authorities’ coming – quick get the papers, pens, stapler, folders…  I guess restriction makes the backroom pure joy.  How scarcity creates desire!?  The second best thing in life is finding unput-away contraband in the house, a cell phone, a laptop, a power cord, keys, all for sucking.  On this fine day Ada gets her wish come true, the glory of sitting at Mama’s desk and playing office.  Did she just say ’email’?  Eek, not yet!

My Ballerina

Images of Ada in her tutu from Grandma on a Tuesday morning in April.

Ballerina Tuesday

Ballerina Tuesday

Ballerina Tuesday

Ballerina Tuesday

Ballerina Tuesday

Ballerina Tuesday

Ballerina Tuesday

Ballerina Tuesday

Ballerina Tuesday

Ballerina Tuesday

Up the Slide

Ada had fun at the park.  She loves the slide!  What else matters on a sunny Sunday?

Ada around the house a Sunday in April

So Ada is walking walking walking. She loves to take laps, check in on everyone, and keep on walking. Pink high tops and tights dont get any cuter! Here’s one of her cute transect circumnavigations of the livingroom, diningroom, kitchen from a Sunday in April.