Wednesday, April 02, 2008

Stick People the Way They Do It These Days

Nutmeg drew this picture of her and her friend at a suburban children's museum at school. Don't you love it? Her period of connecting arms directly to heads was terribly brief. Now, apparently, her people have visible ribs and pelvic bones. Or are those lots and lots of arms a la that Indian goddess? After all, the friend depicted is half Indian.

No, the artist told us. That's just our tummies.

Meanwhile, Pebbles has just about dropped the morning nap, opening up all kinds of new day configurations. I just got back from over an hour of swimming at the gym while the cleaning lady was here, Nutmeg was at school and Pebbles was in the gym childcare. Awesome! But then the baby fell asleep in the car on the way home. Oh no! But then she rolled over and went right back to sleep when I put her in her crib. Awesome! But then Nutmeg didn't want to come home from school with me to the cleaning lady -- who would soon want to go home -- because it's too nice out and she wanted to stay on the playground. Oh no! But then, one of the other moms offered to deliver Nutmeg home when they were done playing.

And here I am, alone in a clean house, with sunshine streaming in my windows.

That's gonna be one more awesome, right there.


Bert said...

Alone in your house with the sun? Sounds delightful. Where can I get one of those "children" you keep talking about?

Sara said...

ah... a clean house. i gotta talk to aaron about finding room in our budget for a cleaning lady.