Where the air is sweet

Where the air is sweet

Monday, December 3, 2012

A day at the park

These pictures are from a spontaneous park trip after going to an Arts/Farmer's market a couple of months ago with my mom. 

We walked from the market which is held under a bridge by the river, to a nearby park. The girls had a blast even though there were no swings or slides here. 

I can remember coming to this same park when I was 11 weeks pregnant with Elizabeth on my 21st birthday. Patrick and I had gotten bagels from Einstein's (their onion and chive cream cheese is so good) and ate them together under an old tree on a bench. It is fun to see my girls playing together here. 

In the far background of this picture, there are some people having a picnic. There was a little girl around Elizabeth's age, so she had to crash. It is so sweet seeing her make friends.


At the end of August, Elizabeth started a ballet/tap class. We were both a little nervous on her first day, but she did really well. No tears. She had a really good time. Other weeks, however, there has been crying. For over a month, she would freak out every week before we left for ballet. She would cry and give me all sorts of silly reasons why she didn't want to go. She didn't want to wear her tights or leotard. She didn't like to brush back in her tap shoes because she felt like she would fall over. 

If she could give me a good reason why she didn't want to do it, I wouldn't have continued to make her go. After every class, she would come out smiling. I would ask if she had fun, and she would tell me that she did indeed have fun. She said she wouldn't fight it the next week, but she still did. 

It's December now, and she usually doesn't fight it anymore. She has friends in her class and she wishes it was Monday a lot so she could go to ballet.