Red-letter Day Randomness

Today is a red-letter day. This morning, Tassia pulled herself up into a standing position for the first time. This afternoon, she crawled for the first time. I mean, real, on-all-fours, stomach-off-the-ground crawling. All that was missing was the arrival of Tooth #3. Maybe that's for tomorrow.

I'm reading Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. A book everyone's heard of, but I've never heard of anyone actually reading it. It has a goofy title, but I'm enjoying it. I read it when I have time: when I Tassia nurses before bedtime, and when I brush my teeth.

Some days, it seems like everything is possible. I'm a good mom. I can cook. I can clean. I can sew. I can spend quality time with my girls. Then, some days, it seems like everything's wrong: The house will never be clean. Tassia will never sleep through the night. I lose my temper. Today was mostly the former.

In 2009, I posted about 1/3 fewer blog posts than in 2008. I'm not sure that at this rate, 2010 is going to be any better.

Tassia is suddenly taking naps. She slept for almost 3 hours today.

Alina spends all day with a marker in her hand. She suddenly loves drawing. This seems to correspond with a certain phase of development where she can conceive and realize drawings that actually sort of look like something. Tonight. she wanted to write Happy Birthday, Alina. She needed a bit of help, of course, but she got it all written out!

We got pictures printed last week. It's been awhile. Let's just say we were printing pictures of Alina's first birthday.

Alina has learned a couple of verses from the Bible. Recently, I've taught her, "God is love," from I John. The other day, I said, "Alina, God is?" to which she replied, "Wonderful!". Can't argue with that!

Should I consider buying Alina a 1/10 size violin? Since the 1/8 size I have is actually still too big? Or, to ask the same question another way, am I really serious about putting my Suzuki training to use again and teaching my own daughter?

If anyone's been waiting with bated breath for the end of the piano story...well...we don't like to talk about that too much. My initial idea that I should have someone who knows something about pianos look at a piano before I would buy it proved to be correct. Would anyone like a piano-sized paperweight?