|Laura J Bean, as she is called.|
This won't do at all. I'm at risk of slipping into the Unexamined Life. Yesterday I emailed Elizabeth and I said something like, sometimes I get the urge to blog but then I think, "Well, THAT happened last week and I didn't blog about that so I can hardly pick up with this mundanity." Some kind of total bullshit like that.
Let's reconnect. I'll blog every day in March and maybe I'll work my way around to the really important mundanities. I mean, there is just so so much tennis to tell you about and also rats in our attic. Honestly, it's a rich tapestry over here.
A big milestone this week was Laura's 12th birthday. Huge. My neighbor wished me a "Happy Birthing Day," and I thought, whoa. That day I spent having that little baby was twelve years ago. And then, conversely, I thought, "Wait, Laura is a whole entire personality and is one of the more intricate parts of creation and she is only twelve?" Most of my sheets are older than that. I have a lot of things older than that.
So I had told her once, long ago, that she could get her ears pierced when she was twelve. You know, one of those parenting-as-random-number-generator moments. She filed that away, and then she pulled out the file and reminded me daily for the last three months. I told her, you know, just because you're turning twelve doesn't mean you have to get your ears pierced. You could wait. Well when I said that I wasn't aware that she was the absolute last person on earth without pierced ears, and there would be no more waiting. So we gathered up two of her besties and off we went.
Then we shopped and ate dinner and were all very satisfied with ourselves.
She came home from school on the actual day of her birthday and said that her friends had decorated her locker, covering it with wrapping paper and taping candy to it, and that she had been sung "Happy Birthday" to seven times, once by each class period, so I think she felt pretty celebrated.
Matt asked her to stay eleven, and she refused. I remember him asking her to stay three. I don't know where the time has gone, but it can slow the heck down please.
So now you're up to speed on Recent Birthdays and Rites of Passage. I'll be back tomorrow. xoxoxo