As I was doing said dishes, I put on one of my favorite Turtle Island String Quartet CDs on and WonderGirl sat on a stool to keep me company while the Dude tried to crawl up the pantry. After a bit, she asked thoughtfully "Mommy, is this Muvaldi's Four Seasons?"
Me... shock...listening...yes, this was a JAZZ arrangement of Vivaldi's Winter. Goodness gracious. How on earth did she know that?? So I'm feeling slightly better, when the Dude crashes to the ground. I could tell by the sound it was probably just a flesh wound, so didn't turn around. "Mommy," the Dude moaned. "Owwwie elbow." He put it in my face and asked "may please have kiss?"
My daughter recognizes Vivaldi works. My son knows where his elbow is. And what an elbow is. I'm feeling so blessed with tender mercies right now I could just cry. Wait, already did that. Now I'm smiling.
It's your turn to smile. I ran across a set of photos of men taking pictures in poses women typically do.
I love this for multiple reasons, not the least of which shows how ridiculous the idea of what attracts some males. Sheesh.
Also,check out this pic of a closet that some awesome parents turned into a pirate ship:
I plan on being that awesome someday.