ohhh man we did some STUFF this week. check it.
we zoo-ed it.
she likes to wear you clothes just as much as i do.
new artings at the library. she said she was inspired to draw so she did.
discovered some gnarly, antique doors in our hood. i told her they were secret doors.
she noticed this root system at the schiller park playground grown in a circle. decided this is where gnomes and faeries have dinner together.
in which she discovers a spider’s web, touches it then freaks out b/c it’s on her hand
nom nom at the north market + our treats for being good. she had the little girl and i had the dog dressed as a pig. japan, you so crazy!
you just go ahead and run it out, you crazy lunatic
these last two are at highbanks metropark in the natural play area. this is the best sycamore tree i’ve ever seen, said sycamore featured on the right. i asked darla to pose in front of it and she laid down on the ground and rolled around like a dog. she’s special.
a word on highbanks metropark: they have these little shelter houses that have fireplaces in them. i don’t care how cold it gets, when you get home you will take me there and darla too. you will build me a fire in one and you will like it. you will woo me with your manly survival skills and we will sit in front of that fire whilst darla goes buck wild at the nearby playground. i will probably have some yarn and a darning needle in my hand but i won’t be using them. they are just props b/c that is what a lady is supposed to hold in front of a fire.
that is all.
i can’t even keep track of all the funny stuff she says anymore and i’m getting lazy b/c you’re almost here so i don’t wanna. i feel that way about chores around the house. it’s like i think you’re already here so i don’t want to do it on my own but ‘taint the case.
i do remember that she has figured out how to be three people at one time instead of just two: toddler approaches. tugs on my shirt to signal that my attention is needed. says “mom, i’m mai pretending to be gumby” and then bounds off. i am very frightened for the future at this point.
you missed a pretty magical first for darla’s life – her first viewing of the wizard of oz. i would give anything to have captured the look on her face when dorothy opened the front door to reveal oz and all its vivid splendor. darla’s eyes grew saucerlike and she gasped. she then sat enraptured. if i had known it was going to be that spectacular i would have waited for you to be home before we watched it. also, I FREAKING LOVE JUDY GARLAND.
well i better sign off so i can write you a honey-do email so you know what you’re going to do when you get home.
i love you more than cheese.
wife former fwife
2 thoughts on “dear salty sailor,”
Awesome….secret doors….makes me think of the secret garden book. Will have to watch that movie together when she next visits. We already have little garden rakes etc. for her to play act that story. Are there any key holes in the doors?
these pictures have made my day. the ones on the slide when she’s peering down remind me of a beastie boys video. whatchu want? i may’ve missed her first wizard of oz viewing, but i plan on being there for her first dark side of the moon/wizard of oz experience.