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mask

This is a giant mask that E made earlier in the summer.  It hangs on her doorway, and I stare at it each night as I’m falling asleep.  Why, you ask, do I stare at something on her door as I’m falling asleep?  Well, it’s because I’m sleeping in E’s bed, F is sleeping on her crib mattress on the floor of E’s room, E’s sleeping in my spot in my bed next to M who is hardly sleeping at all (like the rest of us).  Let’s just call it the perfect storm of sickness, emergency home repair, an enormous to-do list, stressful jobs and the summer from hell, and leave it at that.
At least I have this mask to gaze at and remind myself that no matter how bad it gets, I don’t look quite as crazy as this lady.
Yet.

bonus

Each new day – but especially on Fridays – I am reminded of just how much I loved this age with E.  Conversational, inquisitive, always ready to try out new things… two is about as good as it gets (until four – I adored four!)  What a treat it is to be able to do it all again.  I’m not sure I fully grasped how meaningful it would be to revisit each age with a new little person.
There are moments with two that are very much two-ish, but for the most part, I think two gets a bad rap.  I’ll take the occasional bout of fierce independence over lacking verbal skills and diapers any day.
I remember that it was about this time that E’s love for letters really took off.  It’s fun to see that again with F.  She loves singing her ABC’s, and likes pointing them out everywhere.  (Not naming actual letters correctly, but knowing that they are letters.
And she really enjoys finding the z is for zebra and the t is for train.  This was really the only exhibit we needed to see to completely make her day.   
Of course that was before she discovered super high tunnels she could scamper up through by herself.

batik

Now that the end of the school year has passed we find ourselves with a portfolio of work to go through and decide what to keep and what to pitch (quietly in the night, not in front of the kid).  I scan most of her work and keep some representative pieces, but we can’t keep it all and still maintain some semblance of an organized life around here.  I don’t have cable, but I’ve heard about that hoarders show.  Curious if they’ve ever profiled someone who can’t throw away anything their kid makes.
I’m rather partial to this project – the kids did batiking, which is in fact a verb regardless of what my spell check says.  I especially love the eye in the center, and the embroidery done around it.  The kids did a lot of sewing and work with textiles this year in class, and I imagine that it was quite fun working on this.  Applying the hot wax, dying the fabric, the embroidery, and then adding other details.  I love that the studio art that they do takes weeks and not minutes – that they dive into a process and learn about the history and techniques.  
I’m not sure where I’ll end up hanging this – for now it’s in the laundry room.  E is not impressed.  But I’m sure my dear friend in South Carolina would consider that a high compliment – her work resides in one of our bathrooms, right above the toilet.