I can't stop thinking about this book! Since you probably can't read the fine print on the cover above and I can't make the image I snagged from my library's website bigger (help, fellow bloggers!) it is Having Our Say: The Delany Sisters' First 100 years. The women write it when they are 101 and 103 and have lived through an amazing amount of American /African American history. They come from a family of 10 accomplished children with amazing emulate-able parents. Their father was freed from slavery as a child and their mother could have passed for white but chose not to. It's just full of social history, anecdotes, hard work, humor, and good perspectives. They have a rare and especially human vantage point, with all of the decades they experienced first-hand; as Bessie says "Truth is, I never thought I'd see the day when people would be interested in hearing what two old Negro women have to say. Life still surprises me."
Now go check it out today--it was on the bestseller's list for a reason!
We got it when I was pregnant with Simon and picked its blue/green pattern since we were going to be surprised at the baby's gender. now three and a half years later the seat is so permanently darkened (from all the buses and planes in pa and baby knee sweat i guess) it doesn't really matter what color it is. it's only meant for one little babe but i feel so macgyver-ish when it carries two. and so proud. it's not nearly as glossy and smancy as many of the other strollers it meets at the park, but it's the best $100 we ever spent. way to go big guy!
postscript: the other day i was dropping off some stuff at goodwill and noticed that someone had donated our exact stroller (but in nearly mint condition). for a second i was tempted to ask if i could switch for it, ours has been through so much and shows it. But then I pitied the new one and thought "why not let our noble guy go as far as it can go--it hasn't failed us yet!"
i'll keep you posted if a wheel busts off coming home from kroger one of these days . . .
Do you ever feel like you're always saying sorry?
well, i did do the last one and now i'm back, and really it's a pretty good "sorry" day ;)
Notice the red lepidoptera on his arm and his cute sunlit profile.
Here's Alli's trademark " Oh--oooOOooo. ooo." We all felt that way seeing butterflies come out of their chrysalisisisises (some were metallic gold!) and looking at thousands of tropical butterflies. Some were brown on the outside (see below) and electric blue inside (Who comes up with this??--what a great idea!!!)
Mark was sure that if he wore his most fluorescent shirt he'd be irresistible. And sure enough, he got this passenger as soon as he walked through the door. It's mad skills like this that make me love this guy!
After 5 years of marriage and 8 years of acquaintance i find out that mark surpasses me in hippiness because he can make clover jewelry (he's got a good mom who taught him). he and alli adore each other. this was while i was picking my mom up from the airport.
"Here Mom, have some. It's soooo yummy!"
So I thought it might be fun to have Sunday dinner together. Though we can't eat at the same place, we can eat the same thing. To start us off is the following recipe. It has lots of things that kids can pick from (I never know from day to day what mine are going to want, beyond cheese). Mark wasn't sure he'd like it, from the name, but when he tried it he really loved it--so give it a try! We were able to have a dinner and two lunch servings--it gets big, so plan accordingly depending on your group. Hope the recipe isn't too hard to read--this was the best I could get my computer to do . . . Oh, and Bon Appetite!
Our little paisley country gal! Yes, that's a wallaby rump to Simon's left . . .
You think he likes these tractors pretty well? He hadn't seen the "pickup truck display" yet; he was so agog over their shiny paint and big wheels and horsepower and general dreaminess that we had to wonder about the whole nature/nurture thing and who's raising him--his parents or Texas! I wished I still had my thrift store Snap-on belt buckle and oldman cowboy shirts from high school.
A nod to our blog's name.
Um, Simon, that's hot?
It doesn't get more delightful than pigs racing for oreos. Man, I think these kids are cute!
