Bea is busy with ideas and play. She is best kept outside, near her tea set, or next to one while they do the dishes. You can cheer her, if sad or upset or mad or all of those emotions by giving her little chompers or some fresh purple play dough.

That first picture of the variegated camellia really caught my eye! There are a million varieties of the stuff. Now our homeland sprouts peonies, roses, and the like; lilly of the valley, peppermint galore, and bright orange poppies. Soon we'll see daisies, lilies, flowering lambs ear, and tall, tall grass everywhere. It is a heavenly time!

Love to you all!

How to make a bouquet.

Bea learned a special skill from Auntie Lauren and Louise last night. It might warm your heart!

Oobleck.

Here's a recipe: http://www.livescience.com/21536-oobleck-recipe.html

Here's the cool part, "Oobleck is a non-Newtonian fluid; it has properties of both liquids and solids. You can slowly dip your hand into it like a liquid, but if you squeeze the oobleck or punch it, it will feel solid."

It is awesome.

lilac

I held this new blossom in both hands.

There are these little moments, combinations of words she makes, new person thoughts; they are magic and beautiful and I am trying to capture them and keep them forever, as much as one could.

If I can't capture them all, I can rest knowing everything she is teaching me is in my breath, my humbled eyes, these roughening hands. Oh, how she has changed how I see the this world, these relationships, the sky and grass, and the point of it all. I am in love with everything she is. This is a small love letter.

Today was good.

 

Documenting Bea and the now here, in a very small way has been fun! I will be glad to look back on some of these pictures and posts. I love her busy hands, making worms and cookies, sorting beads, throwing beads. Oh, throwing beads. I bought those about six months ago because I felt a rush of inspiration to make beaded bracelets for all of the grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins but quickly realized the fun mess they make, the sustaining mess they make, the sounds they make in the vacuum, the way they feel on the bare foot, and the way they slide off of the adult's tiny bracelet attempt without a care in the world. For now, beads are for sorting and listening to as they hit glass and plastic jars.