Reflection

Long time no write....

Sorry about that.

Life is busy, you see.  And we've not been taking as many pictures as we  probably ought to.  It's been rainy.
And just normal life, and somehow, that's not really photo-worthy, I guess.

But life is good, even this rainy workaday blur of it.

Two little blonde people live in our house and there's never a dull moment.  Ivy runs on her tiptoes and dances at the slightest provocation.  She's obsessed with babies and sleeps with a collection of 2 or 3 each night. She's talking more and more:  tonight she asked for "getti" (spaghetti) and mill (milk) and she loves when it's rayeen out and wearing her coe with the hoo- up.   (did you get that one?)  She's a riot.  She's got an opinion about everything.  She's given up all meat except for hot dogs and pepperoni.  She can navigate the entire playground at the preschool.  She looks like a little princess and approaches the world like it's a roller derby.  I love her.

And Jack?  We were off to Math and Science Night at St. Paul's tonight, and as we talked about it last night he said to me, "I love Math and Science!  We get to discover!"  I love him, too.   Tall boy, fidgety one, arms and legs and knees everywhere and his vocabulary growing every moment.  He loves yoga and counts everything and he can write his name pretty nicely these days.

We're starting to talk about kindergarten and will be going to an open house next month. It's rather unreal, the way these years have gone by.  How we have this boy now, where there used to a baby. And now this girl, too.

We don't have any babies in our house anymore.

Strange feeling.

Tonight as we left the preschool, I walked Jack and Ivy across the street, one little hand in each of mine,  two little people matching pace with me over the wet pavement.  Two little hands in mine.  Two little people walking with me.  Our joined figures reflecting in street-light puddles as we skipped up over the curb.

Strange feeling, this.

But good.