Pink and purple!
What? Wait. No. Julia’s hair is just too dark. We gave her a few streaks, but the blue was nearly imperceptible to the naked eye and couldn’t not be caught on camera at all. So instead, we lightened her tips and colored it salmon.
We’ll give the blue another try later.
There is something about the word HUMANS that seems to carry more weight than any of its synonyms. The word PEOPLE, for example, seems a bit gentler. HUMANS? It is sharp and clinical. Most of the time when I hear someone use it, they’ve chosen it to emphasize what the word is NOT. For example, if you say “a human child,” it is sort of natural to think about the distinction the word human is implying. A human is not an alien, an amphibian, or a potato. And if the word is being used to qualify that characteristic, there is usually a reason. For example, there may have been doubt that the child being discussed was actually human.
Phoebe uses the word HUMAN a lot. I know exactly when I noticed it.
“You are the worst human EVER!”
She’d told me this. It seemed so severe – much worse than being the worst mother, the worst person, or even a simple and open-ended “the worst.” I was the worst HUMAN. Ever.
I took it less personally when I began to realize this was simply her term for folks.
“There are a lot of humans at this playground, Mom.”
“I like all the humans in my dance class!”
“Is this for humans?”
Ironically, the more she uses the term HUMAN, the less she appears to be so. She’s like a little Spock or Starman commenting on how us humans do life. And I enjoy it greatly.
We’ve started a family gratitude journal that we all scribble in after dinner. And day after day, the names that accompany these faces…
…are written, over and again.
There are twelve weeks of summer vacation. Display that on a giant calendar beside a list of all the stuff you want to cram on it and it doesn’t seem like a very long time. Week one is already gone! We spent it making cookies, planting flowers, building tents, and playing in the yard at home, at ball fields, playgrounds, and Tuscora Park with our best friends. Also, there were fireworks.
Summer vacation began this afternoon in the usual way – with the balloon wreath dart game. This year, in addition to candy treats, I had mystery bags o’ goodies that included small items like these fake mustaches.
Most days, when I dropped the kids off at school this year, I would sing to them as they exited the car that I hoped they had a “super-fantastic ultra-terrific, the most amazing day!” We’re expecting no less this summer.
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