these fevers are getting to us. i feel it in our words.
esmé's screaming about no more gasoline in my nose! and i'm trying to correct her in between huge giggles. it's saline, sweets. saline.
lillie's asking about cremation, and i'm trying to explain about ashes without using the term setting on fire by highlighting how my dad's ashes are here and my sister's are there and how beautiful the moments were when my mom and brother-in-law let them go...
and esmé clarifies so their ashes are flying around in the winds? and she's running one finger over her lashes with a concerned look on her face, like she's one wish away from an urn.
a consonant can make all the difference in the world, can't it?
so grae tells us a story about lillie talking about a belly button piercing, calling it a nasal ring. informing a not-falling-for-it grae that anything to do with the belly is nasal. anything near the nose is navel.
you two have the cutest little memories together, i said. seriously, their babyhood and toddlering together was a thing of beauty.
lillie looked sheepish and more than a little embarrassed.
yeah. that was today, mom.
all images found via her pins. collections are good things. i haven't figured out what i want to collect yet. in the meantime, i'm gathering up memories. as for focus, it's also grand. i should start collecting some of that.
esmé's screaming about no more gasoline in my nose! and i'm trying to correct her in between huge giggles. it's saline, sweets. saline.
lillie's asking about cremation, and i'm trying to explain about ashes without using the term setting on fire by highlighting how my dad's ashes are here and my sister's are there and how beautiful the moments were when my mom and brother-in-law let them go...
and esmé clarifies so their ashes are flying around in the winds? and she's running one finger over her lashes with a concerned look on her face, like she's one wish away from an urn.
a consonant can make all the difference in the world, can't it?
so grae tells us a story about lillie talking about a belly button piercing, calling it a nasal ring. informing a not-falling-for-it grae that anything to do with the belly is nasal. anything near the nose is navel.
you two have the cutest little memories together, i said. seriously, their babyhood and toddlering together was a thing of beauty.
lillie looked sheepish and more than a little embarrassed.
yeah. that was today, mom.
all images found via her pins. collections are good things. i haven't figured out what i want to collect yet. in the meantime, i'm gathering up memories. as for focus, it's also grand. i should start collecting some of that.
7 comments:
i used to call Vaseline gasoline when i was little. true story.
my words were feverishly off this weekend too. i don't remember most of them. i'm sure they were filled with strange phrases though. hope your girlies are recovering.
naval ring is funny.
I have one have I told you? ugh it's been there for 20 years before it was cool. I always forget about it. One day I was out at the beach or pool or something and forgot. I was with someone's child. She said "why do you have an earring in your belly button?"
I'm not sure why either. it's silly and should be removed but now it's stuck and requires pliers or something to be out.
dumb youth!
Nasal....I should get my girl words right!
"a consonant can make all the difference in the world, can't it?"
you're an effing genius.
that is all.
oh, and i heart you:) xo
I'll stick with collecting memories, for we only have to look through the cobwebs of our minds to enjoy them over and over again versus the constant dusting of tangible 'stuff'.
And Esme's not alone, 'gasoline' burned my nose and eyes all weekend long. Damn nasty cold.
I adore you all....I just do. And I adore hearing these stories....thank you for collecting them & sharing them with us.
xo
Melis
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