Today I watched my daughter’s last soccer practice of the season – I’m one of the few parents who does watch each practice. Sitting on a blanket with my silly hippie handsewn hat looking like an asshole. I did a little handsewing but mostly I stroked my son who laid in my lap.
One of the most wonderful things about our life is the freedom and spontaneity we live in day to day: Wednesday night, why NOT have a huge cardboard fort-building escapade and sleepover with grandma? Of course homemade popcorn and a special recipe for punch were involved, as well as a child-choice movie (Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade).
Ralph adds his own touches to the fort, which was some kind of “kitty house” (complete with children acting as real cats).
Grandma and Nels watch his work:
My daughter draws the most amazing and expressive creatures, new ones with creative features, sometimes a dozen to two dozen drawings a day that end up, largely, in our recycling! Always the most imaginative details but rarely fleshed out with color – she moves on to another one. I’ve long thought I wanted to get a tattoo from one of the drawings she creates… but it’s hard to pick one. This scorpion, smaller than a dime, certainly caught my eye.
Funnily Phoenix seems to have little concept she has a “talent” at all. She draws, literally, from her own imagination which is prodigious and humbling to behold. I figure tattooing something on my body may be a more meaningful appreciation than hanging it on the fridge (which we also do, but still).
I hope to enjoy many more years of her art.