we're just a family of finches making our way in the town w/o a frown.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

what do you want to be when you grow up?

WORD OF THE DAY-desideratum: something desired.

never in my wildest dreams did i think that this is what i would be doing when i grew up. come on i was smart, funny, good looking, and had the whole world in front of me. then i met this guy and we got married. then we had the most miraculous thing called a baby. suddenly all of the things i was going to do seemed unimportant. here are some pics of my beautiful girls at play.

if you look really hard you can see the nipple she has tried to attach to the coke can. she tried this on an entire case of fresca before she gave up. she would calmly pick up the can, put the nipple on top, and attempt to drink the soda. as she began to realize that it wasn't working with this can she moved on to the next. this continued for a good part of the afternoon. i had no idea that having kids and being a housewife could be so amusing.

that would be tea that she is pouring into the wee cup. i have adored a good cup of hot tea ever since i went to england in high school. when we lived in canyon my hubby would send me flower bouquets that were arranged in tea pots, so that when the flowers had faded i could enjoy a pot of tea and remember them. a while back my favorite in law sent me a tea pot it is lovely and had i zoomed back a wee bit farther you could have seen it too. anywho, the last several days in the afternoon the eldest of wee finches and i have been enjoying "tea parties". these are complete with cookies. yesterday she was drinking her tea faster than i could pour, so i put her tea in a little pitcher and let her serve herself. i hope to continue these parties when school starts by having them when she gets home from school and before homework begins.

i thought that both the word of the day and the food for thought were fitting for the mood. i never new that this is what i wanted to be when i grew up, but i'm sure glad God knew. there are days when being a housewife feels like work, but there are more when it feels like play. i am so grateful that my husband is willing to forgo on certain material things so that i can stay home with the girls.

FOOD FOR THOUGHT- in the words of Evan Esar "Play: Work that you enjoy doing for nothing."

1 comment:

Pattylicious said...

That is a fantastic tradition.