I wrote Whit his birthday letter (belated, I’m sorry, my dear second child!) In it, I note his generally sunny disposition, intense preference for 3D activities over 2D ones, his fascination with how things work, his continued lack of automatic belief in the word of authority, and his developing sense of humor.
I read Between Here and April, and Twilight
Whit’s sartorial sensibilities began really flourishing
Visited the Peabody Essex Museum and loved it.
I rediscovered the way that puzzles delight and relax me and completed a couple of 500 piecers before moving on to a 1000 piece one.
Marisa Tomei’s white knife-pleated Versace dress was my pick of the Oscar red carpet.
Grace’s class celebrated the 100th day of school by making collages of 100 small items (swedish fish, jelly beans, paperclips). Her suggestion was to bring in “wine tops” – I felt this was a blatant flaunting of my wino status and demurred.