These two cool cats have had a great day together. I got home from a fantastic run midday and Grace announced that she was being a “rockstar” – she had the Wiggles guitar, a belt around her waist, and a whole lot of attitude. By the time I got out of the shower Whit was similarly attired, and they were also sporting matching pink Jack Rogers sandals. Stylish!
Charlotte is making a CD for next weekend’s Kendall-fest (which I am sadly missing). She’s been writing emails to the bridesmaids and college friends asking for songs and stories – more than one of these emails has made me laugh out loud. I am having a great time reliving some of these hilarious moments – dancing to Shawn Colvin in our room, Char and Kendall stripping to Kenny Loggins, and 15 freshman girls taking off their shirts to “What a Night” for absolutely no reason at all (and being photographed by strange dudes from West Point, but that’s another story).
Ah, MKM … what good times those were! Seems like yesterday and also a thousand years ago. Nobody comes close to the friends from those years. 402-403 Forbes. Four girls, four massive personalities and way more than four peoples’ worth of stuff crammed into 400 square feet. That was a year to remember.
I got Grace’s report card today. I am reminded of why we are paying tuition for a 5 year old to go to school and play. Wow! They really seem to know my child. Of note is the eerie symmetry in her weakest link being music, where there are real questions about her “ability to sing with a sense of pitch.” Umm, yeah, we know where she gets that.
Highlight of this week. Meeting baby William Block on Tuesday afternoon. He was just divine and slept in my arms the whole time. Kara and Jason are fabulous. I’m nostalgic for that incredibly exhausting, overwhelming, emotional time – I don’t know that I’d do it again but I can now recognize what a transformative experience it is. And one that gets better the further away you get from it. I remember feeling like I had sand in my eyes and weights in my chest all the time – not just the dairy farm (as Kara calls it) but also a deep sense of something that I only identified as loss once I got months away from it.
In other news, I am such a homebody. Went to a beautiful CES cocktail party tonight. There was lovely company, and I particularly enjoyed talking to my friend Kristin Hall, though a few of my very favorite CES parents were not there. Still, at 7:50 or so I went to the bathroom, emerged, and all of a sudden just bolted. Without saying goodbye. Such a sense of glee at being home at 8:24 and in my pajamas and about to hop into bed with a great new book.
Mood-capturing photograph of Whit by Gracie, Tuesday evening.