Always last, he’d wait until the all clear was given from below… “Clarke”! At that he’d drop in blasting down the run faster than any sled could carry him.
Three snow days, and over two feet of snow, make for one great backyard sledding run.
Last night the study group reconvened. Still productive, but with a furry follower.
Took lots of photos at last weeks gymnastic meet… can’t seem to find many to share however. I’ve noticed it before, but the lights in many gyms are some form of fluorescent. No problem other than the color of the light cycles with AC current. As a result, photos taken a split second apart will have very different colors.
An oddly productive bedtime study group.
After Isabel took Clarke to the mailbox in the daylight saving darkness, he went missing for a few minutes. Looked outside, called his name, offered a treat… no Clarke. Turns out he was stranded in the mud room, restrained by his leash like it was tied to an old oak tree.
Isabel takes candy collection to the next level.
Rocked out at the Blue Man Group show last night… Isabel partied on 7-up and popcorn, then passed out on the floor. She’s still sleeping, so hopefully she won’t be hung over
Grace’s pre-bar salute… a perfect 10.
In my eyes a 7.4 seems pretty close to a 10.0… Grace however, seems to disagree. Her disappointment was short-lived thanks to an uncle, auntie and quadruple grandparent turnout. Thanks for coming everyone!
Isabel moves to music in her head and rolls with a style all her own.
A generation ago, a little girl from Motley, Minnesota played a flute in her grade school band. Today, a little girl from Duluth, Minnesota plays that very flute, in her grade school band.
Isabel waiting for her piano lesson in St. Scholastica’s Tower Hall. Image taken and uploaded directly from my phone ~ amazing!
Built with big earrings, pony tails and a single pink block.
Brushed out the neighborhood trail this past weekend. Afterwards, the whole crew made first tracks.
Already 3 weeks into school, Grace works to balance homework, 4 hours of gymnastics twice a week, and band practice (flute)… I don’t worry about her falling, rather finding time.
Despite the serenity here, the clock is ticking. Reading calendars, tracking minutes and the worries of a 5th grade Type A have begun. While Grace likes to read, she does so with a timer running ensuring she meets the 20 min requirement.
Worry over her success I will never… over her worries often.
You’ve likely heard it takes 10,000 hours of practice to achieve mastery in a field. Well, I know this welder guy who put his 10,000 hours in like 40 years ago… and he’s still welding. So if you’re a master after 10,000, what are you after 100,000?