Showing posts from March, 2014

Making Her Own Algae and Other Such Things

Swings made with dog leashes and ropes dangle from the makeshift bar that came with the house.  An Amelia project that included great forethought and special knots to secure the collection.  The three -- side by side swinging and talking and singing in the sun. And chalk divides the trampoline in to rooms and chairs and living quarters for stuffed animals and brothers and rays of sunlight.  I watch for a moment at the backdoor and holler for dinner -- chicken pot pie. She'd been asking for it. A favorite for the girl that jumps at the dinner call and encourages William to "obey quickly!" He does and smiles.   He's just been miserable trying to figure that part out. He'll play so sweetly and one request or one redirection and he's down the drain swirling in madness and unsure of how to bounce back to reality. He whines and can't figure out the way back to us. But today, it clicked. After rounds of redirection and happy chairs and d