the weekend w/ K (and pictures)
Friday:
Picked K up, had some time at home, drove up to Baltimore for potluck dinner with Maria, her colleague, his wife, their neighbor, and her daughter. It was a really late night for K - after a sugar-packed dessert, she was up until 10:30pm, at which point she crashed hard and slept late - and I would've probably begged off if I hadn't been desperate to get K some play dates. As it was, she had a great time with Nina (6-1/2). There was an amazing blog-worthy quote in there, but I promptly forgot what it was...
Saturday:
Glen Echo Puppet Co. did "Aladdin and His Wonderful Lamp." Went with Uncle J, Aunt N, and Cousin M, who treated us to lunch at the Irish Inn. On the way back to the playground, we puzzled and guffawed over the following Most Amazing Sign, which stood before the remnants of a 20'-square pile of woodchips and fill dirt:
Also, Maria came down. K was over the moon, and entreated Maria to spend the night: K raced into the kitchen to inform me that "she said she'll stay!!!" I believe K's total affection for Maria, besides what it is in its own right, bespeaks her thirst for clarity and balance about her own complicated family: she has a stepfather at Mama's, who's like a father and whom she sees more often than Dad and who is a father to K's (half-)sister, but there was never any Mama-like person at Dad's... I dunno.
Sunday:
K woke me and Maria up most unceremoniously when "the clock sa[id] seven two nine," with jumps and crashes and attempts to reinstigate the hellacious three-way Tickle War of the previous evening. Simply put, this plan Did Not Fly.
After everyone was up and showered, and before pancakes, Maria put French braids in K's hair.
Once it was all over, K rewarded Maria for her hard work by asking her to "be a pillow":
This all delighted K for the whole rest of the day: she just kept touching them and smiling... :)
We spent the rest of the morning at Maria's mom Jo's (umprof). Maria's bro Danny (bugbladderbeast) and his girlfriend Annie (majiklydilishus) joined us, we all walked the dog and played on the playground and had lunch, and then K and I cruised back to Mama.
Maria lent us the Cathy & Marcy CD that has 10-Year-Old Her singing on it, and K fell in love with it. We listened to it all the way down to Warrenton, with K singing along already. It includes "May There Always Be Sunshine," a song by a Russian boy in the bath, which Pete Seeger used to sing in the US in the 1960s in Russian (subversive hero that he was!), and which I used to sing to K as a lullaby.
K (when the next song came on - a Cathy & Marcy original): Did you used to sing this to me too?
Picked K up, had some time at home, drove up to Baltimore for potluck dinner with Maria, her colleague, his wife, their neighbor, and her daughter. It was a really late night for K - after a sugar-packed dessert, she was up until 10:30pm, at which point she crashed hard and slept late - and I would've probably begged off if I hadn't been desperate to get K some play dates. As it was, she had a great time with Nina (6-1/2). There was an amazing blog-worthy quote in there, but I promptly forgot what it was...
Saturday:
Glen Echo Puppet Co. did "Aladdin and His Wonderful Lamp." Went with Uncle J, Aunt N, and Cousin M, who treated us to lunch at the Irish Inn. On the way back to the playground, we puzzled and guffawed over the following Most Amazing Sign, which stood before the remnants of a 20'-square pile of woodchips and fill dirt:
Also, Maria came down. K was over the moon, and entreated Maria to spend the night: K raced into the kitchen to inform me that "she said she'll stay!!!" I believe K's total affection for Maria, besides what it is in its own right, bespeaks her thirst for clarity and balance about her own complicated family: she has a stepfather at Mama's, who's like a father and whom she sees more often than Dad and who is a father to K's (half-)sister, but there was never any Mama-like person at Dad's... I dunno.
Sunday:
K woke me and Maria up most unceremoniously when "the clock sa[id] seven two nine," with jumps and crashes and attempts to reinstigate the hellacious three-way Tickle War of the previous evening. Simply put, this plan Did Not Fly.
After everyone was up and showered, and before pancakes, Maria put French braids in K's hair.
Once it was all over, K rewarded Maria for her hard work by asking her to "be a pillow":
This all delighted K for the whole rest of the day: she just kept touching them and smiling... :)
We spent the rest of the morning at Maria's mom Jo's (umprof). Maria's bro Danny (bugbladderbeast) and his girlfriend Annie (majiklydilishus) joined us, we all walked the dog and played on the playground and had lunch, and then K and I cruised back to Mama.
Maria lent us the Cathy & Marcy CD that has 10-Year-Old Her singing on it, and K fell in love with it. We listened to it all the way down to Warrenton, with K singing along already. It includes "May There Always Be Sunshine," a song by a Russian boy in the bath, which Pete Seeger used to sing in the US in the 1960s in Russian (subversive hero that he was!), and which I used to sing to K as a lullaby.
K (when the next song came on - a Cathy & Marcy original): Did you used to sing this to me too?