Category Archives: Arts

Extemporaneous Singing

I overheard Claire singing a made-up tune while she was looking at the Olivia book while on the potty. I took notes. Sometimes it even rhymes! The stanza breaks are mine based on when I heard her pause. My Sunshine Girl is not only a scientist, but also a lyricist and composer! I can hardly believe she will turn four in less than a month.

You make me sneeze
because I’m allergic to you
the library’s a mess
I’m the best of the rest

Oh me-oh my-oh
You get the funnest job to do
Abe Lincoln brushed his teeth
But now he’s got ahold of you

You need a lot of things to do
You can do all the best things
But now you know what
Edwin knows the caden(?)

Now a ball a bust
Now it’s time to go read
Now you know what
I am not so sleepy
But now you gotta but

Now listen to me
Now the world be gone
Run run run run
Not so tired at all

We all ate the pizza
we wish we are ballerina
And now you got to be quiet
Because of the oldest day

You kept a lot of things
I wish I could do that
Now I really moan
Now I can’t really do that

I painted on the wall
Wubba wubba wub-ba
Now it’s time to take your bath
Now a time out floor
I was thinking of my dinner
Now it’s time for more

Now there’s only a few things
Just until your more
These are my books
These are my books

Practice and Cycles

“When you practice every day, you come into resonance with cosmic cycles. After many days you can feel the diurnal cycle inside your work; after many moons, the lunar; after years and years the constellations come in. The whole spectrum of vibration, from the slow, lowest tones of turning galaxies to the highest speeds of inner light, becomes your musical realm.”

W. A. Mathieu, The Listening Book: Discovering Your Own Music

Music or meditation? Music as meditation? Meditation as cosmic music?

We All Scream

There’s an ice cream truck that rolls through our neighborhood at a speed that makes it impossible to catch if we’re inside or the back yard. We’ve pretty much given up on it. There’s a man who walks through our neighborhood with a cart and a bell, whom we usually can reach in time. But yesterday we didn’t dash out at the first sound of his bell; by the time we did, he was well down the street — beyond shouting distance. Claire was sad. We drove around a few minutes to see if we could find him (my suggestion, I thought we’d succeed). When we couldn’t find him, Claire dealt with her sadness by suggesting we make a stop sign for the ice cream guys. She painted the sign (including the edge) and I painted the words:

letting the ice cream man know what we want

Now we’d best be ready to follow through!

‘Tis the season for daisies… At the park yesterday, Claire ran up to me with both hands overflowing. I love being a mother!

flowers from claire

Poetry and Zen

I have posted this quote before, but it’s useful to have a reminder:

On Writing Poetry

Considering the ways in which so many of us waste our time, what would be wrong with a world in which everybody were writing poems? After all, there’s a significant service to humanity in spending time doing no harm. While you’re writing your poem, there’s one less scoundrel in the world. And I’d like a world, wouldn’t you, in which people actually took time to think about what they were saying? It would be, I’m certain, a more peaceful, more reasonable place. I don’t think there could ever be too many poets. By writing poetry, even those poems that fail and fail miserably, we honor and affirm life. We say “We loved the earth but could not stay.”

–Ted Kooser

I’m sharing this after reading Maezen’s post of today.

The Case of the Suspicious Mammogram

The case is solved. I have NO CANCER!! I have a referral to an oncologist to discuss risk reduction options and to a genetic counselor to discuss testing for BRCA 1 and 2. I’m higher risk but so is living in general. Time to celebrate!

And here’s another craft Claire and I did (since life does go on even while parts of it are stalled):

letter u

Today

Today I have my surgical consultation for the discovery of atypical ductal hyperplasia. I’ve been waiting two weeks for this to discuss and schedule it. Up until today I’ve carried on normally, but today I’m as tense as an overstretched rubber band.

I haven’t got more to share, although I do have another letter. Claire continues to practice cutting and was able to cut some of the triangles with assistance. I now present the letter t: tools and triangles!

tools and triangles

In the Meantime

Life continues as normal. We create, learn, play, grow. Things change quickly! Until a couple weeks ago, Claire just couldn’t handle scissors, although she wanted to. Her hands are very petite. Then we went to a library event that involved a craft; she picked up scissors and began snipping. She’s been at it since. It remains difficult since her hands are small; she manages small snips and can’t cut a line. She switches hands when one gets tired (she’s really a righty), but she’ll get there.

using scissors

In the past few days, her approach to coloring also changed. She used to scrawl a few lines on a picture and move on. She also didn’t like to color very much. Then one day she wanted to use a new book sent by Aunt Linda, and I noticed she steadily worked to color the entire picture. Her movements were more controlled, and she colored about an hour. I sat with her and kept company. It was pouring rain, and she said, “I like this quiet activity. It makes me feel cozy.” And indeed we were.

changes in coloring habit

We’re on to the letter R in our alphabet crafts. You can also see a collage Claire made from the bits of paper she snipped with her scissors. I put glue on the paper, and as she cut pieces fell onto it.

rabbit and red

When she was sick a couple weeks back, I assembled some boxes so she could make a rocket ship. We had done this at school, and it was good for several hours of entertainment. It’s the type of thing that can be stored in the garage and pulled out periodically to work on. We’ll get it out again and play with paints soon.

rocket ship

Way back on her birthday, someone gave Claire a little spin art toy kit. Last week I pulled it out, and we made some neat art. I helped her (it’s a challenge to coordinate squeezing paint and pushing the spin button). Here’s the result.

spin art

Aunt Linda had sent (a loooooong time ago) some glow-in-the-dark stickers. I’d stored them for a time when she could really appreciate the phenomenon. We pulled them out on a day it poured rain and decorated a piece of black paper. After exposing them to light we hung it in our half-bath, closed the door, and looked at them. She was fascinated. She was also insistently curious about the stickers that looked like whirlpools. Out of desperation I said they were worm holes. She then wanted to know if “the astronauts go into the worm hole to watch the worms wiggle.” I told her to ask her father. 😉

glow in the dark planets

Lastly, for her birthday we’d given her a rug with a town decorated on it. She had zero interest in it. She has a nook under the stairs which I’d covered with two bath mats for cushioning. It was cluttered with pillows and bins of toys. I decided to clear things out and put the rug in there, and now it’s a hit!

playing in the nook

We also have an annual membership to the Children’s Discovery Museum, activated yesterday. Prior trips to the museum were infrequent and short. Yesterday we stayed about three hours; she loved it. She understands a lot more, and she’s bigger and less daunted by the crowd of kids. She got to sit inside an ambulance, fire truck, and old jalopy. She made a collage. She played with giant soap bubbles. She made pretend pizza and learned about “eating a rainbow every day” (fruits and veggies). She painted her face thoroughly with blue and yellow in the face paint area. She built a ball ramp with giant foam blocks. And she played at the water center, getting wet and having a blast. Hub took a few photos with his camera phone, which he’s not downloaded yet. But trust me when I say we’ll be going often now!