All right, let’s line up…a new blog address!

Sheesh…how many times have I said that in my life, as a teacher???  For a while I played Willie Nelson’s “On the Road Again” then I got a little tired of that one…need to find a new “line-up” song.  Anyway, the point is, LINE-UP, EVERYBODY, and join me on my NEW BLOG ADDRESS at  I’m keeping this one up, as well, and there’s a link on the new page to this blog, but I liked all the fun stuff I could add that just seemed a little easier to me on Blogger.  Easy is good.  See you there!

Published in: on April 7, 2009 at 9:19 am  Comments (1)  

“The Prettiest Face”

Emma:  “Hey Mom, you know what face I have when I sing Taylor Swift songs at school?”  And she models it for me–her lovely silken head cocked slightly to the side, held proudly, eyes opened wide with a sort of coy expression…I try so hard at times like this to not bust out laughing because I know that’s when the moments will end in embarrassment.  She explains further, “…’cuz that‘s the prettiest face,” and goes on singing along with Fearless.  She explained, “I sing on the playground.  I sing “Hey, Stephen” (our current fav off of the new TS album).  OK, now I would just LOVE to see this.  If  I get really lucky, she gets the little hips swinging, too.  My girl loves to sing…she’s been doing it since that first day in the Lakeview Hotel in Nanchang…we were getting ready for our first outing, and there she stood, steadying herself against a table at 14 months.  I was absentmindedly singing something, and she joined in with her precious baby sing-song…there was no doubt, it was singing.  She rocked back and forth and our eyes connected…we’ve shared this connection from the very beginning.  In fact, my great-aunt Alice tells me I used to rock back and forth to music in my playpen like this, one hand steadying me while holding my bottle in the other hand (I had my priorities in line early on!)  During the time we waited for Emma, I used to pray that someone would sing to her, make eye contact with her, cuddle her…make those connections that are so important that I couldn’t be there to make in those first 14 months we were apart.  I think they did.  The music is in her, that’s for sure.


Published in: on April 2, 2009 at 5:46 pm  Leave a Comment  

God, this had better not be an April Fool’s joke…

…I thought wryly, twelve years ago TODAY, as I held a beautiful two day-old baby girl in my arms, leaning up against Jeff, the two of us smiling down at her in disbelief, and Jeff vowing that she wouldn’t be allowed to date until she was 34.  From the looks of things, that’s going to be pretty much impossible, because she’s turning out to be drop-dead gorgeous, even if she’s still not all that interested in working through all the snarls in that mop of brown hair just yet.  She’s a voracious reader, a fact that doesn’t necessarily translate into a desire to do homework.  She can figure out things on the computer faster than I can read the prompts.  It’s hard to absorb her scorn at my ignorance sometimes (“Hey, I’m no dummy!” I swallow usually once a day).  She’s not what you would consider easy, but she’s wonderful…and we love her.  Thank heaven for April Fool’s Day, 1997.  God’s little joke I remember on this day every year.  He has a great sense of humor, doesn’t He?


Published in: on April 1, 2009 at 7:54 pm  Comments (1)