melted smoosh

 somehow i feel like i'll be writing these posts for the next ten years -- i'm obviously biased, as her mother, but Cecilia is just such a hilarious little person and i love these insights into how her brain works!  the girls have been playing with a cane and crutches we have down in the basement. one day, Cecilia carefully examined the cane (which has a large foam grip on the handle), and announced: "a cane is like a unicycle without pedals!" (she's not wrong!) displaying the anklet she made (one of the amazing doctors in my practice gave the girls this jewelry kit!) "Mom! i can say the Plegible Legiance!" "Mommy, i'm the grown up and you're the kid, so you have to listen to what i say. and what i say is that we have to get ice cream." the girls working together to build a blanket fort, following specific instructions from their Auntie Krista (to help with one of her college assignments!) smelling a candle that had been in a box in the

 i just love words. big ones, small ones, long ones, short ones; words that sound like what they mean and ones that sound exactly opposite (like pulchritude). i especially love words that succinctly describe a complex concept. for years, i've jotted down words that struck my fancy, and thanks to the magic of Canva's free design software , i bring you the first batch of words to enrich your day!  Caravaggio's brush deftly portrays the glaucous grapes and shiny apples. With an avuncular grin, he produced a quarter from behind her ear.  Their bibulous laughter floated down from the rooftop bar. The fricative sound of the sprinkler, gentle song of the windchimes, and occasional whine of a mosquito lulled her into a summer afternoon trance. That otiose tradition tradition dates back to the fifteenth century. The panegyric strained the limits of the audience's attention.  The stern faces of the caryatids gazed out over the piazza. linking up with Rosie here ! 

  a book i own Every Note Played , by Lisa Genova. oh my goodness -- this is going on my Favourite Books list for sure (and the fact that my Favourite Books list happens to be about fifty books long doesn't diminish its importance!). Mom gifted me this book a few months ago and i can't believe i didn't pick it up sooner. a heartbreaking, yet heartwarming, story of a classical pianist who is diagnosed with ALS. the book alternates between his point of view and his estranged wife's perspective, and all interspersed with details of piano repertoire and the physical experience of playing piano. 10/5.  a classic Wuthering Heights , by Emily Bronte. there were parts of this book i loved (the flowery turns of phrase and Gothic drama) and parts i hated (the servant's indecipherable dialect and the slow-moving plot). i was by turns annoyed by it and also felt convicted that maybe my modern mind needs to slow down and not demand bright and shiny instant gratification! so, all