My first violin lesson was this week - don't worry - it didn't involve fire or anyone getting an appendectomy. I had been looking forward to this first lesson since April - I was thrilled that R got me lessons for my birthday and so excited about learning. I had ideas in my head of playing with KHA's husband and his guitar around the campfire next spring; and with my sister-in-law and her cello in my in-law's living room. Tuesday afternoon though, I felt like I was back in high school, about to play a basketball game - I was so nervous. R came home a bit early so I could be early to my lesson; and when I was about to walk out the door, R came out of our room, holding out the violin. Right. Supposed to take that with me.
The lesson itself was fun. My teacher is lovely, yet authoritative. I am going to enjoy learning from her. After lesson one, I'm not as afraid to hold the instrument and I learned how I'm supposed to play five notes. Shelby Ann and Tanner both agree that it doesn't sound like I know how to play five notes. While I am thrilled to be learning, the dogs adamantly disagree that I should practice at our house.
Squirms is amazing me with all sorts of new things this week. She has been trying to put her foot in my shoes, bringing me my shoes for me to put on my feet, AND she gave me a real kiss. It's possibly the cutest thing ever to walk into a room and see your one year old trying to put her tiny foot in your nude colored high heel. And R says I must be elated that she has been finding my house slippers and bringing them to me - my feet are cold 98% of the time. I think he suspects I trained her to do this.
Yesterday afternoon I baked cookies for our Life Group meeting, and like a good cook, I tasted one when they came out of the oven, because, let's be honest, cookies are always best right out of the oven with a glass of milk. So. I put a cookie on a plate, poured a glass of milk and a sippy cup of milk, and sat in the floor with Squirms. She didn't understand that you're supposed to take a gulp of milk after each bite of the cookie, but she did understand that she liked the cookie. With her second bite in her mouth and a third piece in her hand, she stood up, slowly stepped toward me, slowly leaned toward my head - at this point I was kind of afraid of what she was about to do - touched her forehead to mine and kissed the tip of my nose!
She also put her beach tote over her head and tried walking around her room....until she ran into a toy basket full of stuffed animals....and fell over and started crying. R and I would have felt bad for her, if it hadn't been just so funny. Unfortunately, he had been trying to take a picture of her with the tote on her head instead of taking video.
This week we've also been using the bike trailer as a jogging stroller - which I've really enjoyed and helps with time management. It's nice because it's gives her a smooth ride and holds juice, toys, and books without her being able to throw them on the sidewalk. Being able to exercise also helps keep me relatively sane.
Oh! and before I write that I don't have anything else to report, we had a very funny comment from a Dillard's cosmetic counter worker the Saturday before Mother's Day. File this under funny-things-people-say-when-you-are-adoptive-parents. I was checking out, buying face wash, and R was standing with the stroller, and Squirms, behind me. One of the cosmetic ladies was talking to Squirms about how cute she is and how pretty her eyes are. Then, the lady looked at me and said You know, she doesn't look anything like either one of you. I laughed and said Yes, that's right. She's adopted. Then we talked a little bit about adoption and Clinique's new nail polish line. I told R and my parents later that I've got to be quicker on my feet in these situations - it would have been so funny, to me at least, to have replied Shhhhhh! He doesn't know! (while pointing to R). Ah well, maybe next time.
Time to go, the baby - Tanner, not Squirms - is crying.
No comments:
Post a Comment