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Easter in Marion with two of my oldest and best friends from Princeton and their children. And my son wore his new tie (his obsession) for the occasion (see above).

Had a Mummy & Kids Saturday with a visit to a friend’s store, pizza lunch, and trip to the movies. There was a photographer at the store who managed to get the best photographs that were taken of the kids all year long in about four snaps.

The Susan Boyle video (which I watched while in California for work – divine) affected me as it did millions of others.

Enjoyed our urban life for an afternoon of grumpy children, haircuts, car inspections, and toys made out of old beer cans and pebbles in the back “yard.”

Grace and I have a wonderful visit with Hadley & family

Whit’s exercise pants consumed his attention and affection.

I read more of the Twilight books and Everyone is Beautiful by Katherine Center.

Had a conversation with the children about their dreams. Grace described wanting to be sure the world had food, and the ways she could volunteer to help that (all hail the Pleaser Child). Whit had a two word answer to “What is your dream?”: “racing cars.”

I posted my thoughts on fragility and danger and about my instinctive unwillingness to parent in a way that is hamstrung by awareness of them. Later that same day, Whit went to the ER in an ambulance with an anaphylactic reaction to a chocolate Easter egg I’d given him. I try to be attuned to the universe’s messages, but I guess I had been doing a bad job, since it apparently felt I needed this unusually loud and neon message. Not super fun.

Grace went to Florida with her grandparents.

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.