After a few extra days relaxing with Grams and PawPaw, we decided to come back to Rockville and relieve mama from the agony of having too much free time.
We were all pretty happy to be back in our quiet little house.
June was really excited, because January meant the start of dance lessons! Also note that June (and all of us) seem to have grown about 2 inches in the past month. That means we now have a lot of too short t-shirts and leggings. June took no mind to that and added a pair of leg warmers to cover up that strip of skin around her ankles.
When lesson day finally came, June made sure she was ready. This must be some kind of hippie yoga ballet fusion.
Mama put beads in her hair and colored it with chalk.
June was very happy that her friend Rachel from school is also in her class.
And this about sums up the whole class. Sweet little girls in their pink tights and dresses. And June looking like a crazy person in the middle.
At home, mama had a jar of pomegranate molasses burning a whole in her cupboard. Her magic bullet died, so she put Henry to work in the kitchen chopping up 2 cups of walnuts.
The final result: a persian dish called fesenjun, that is sweet, very tart, and nutty.
As for me, I've just been hanging around. Before Christmas, I had a strong suspicion that mama and papa were on the verge of leaving me at a fire station. I'd gotten pretty reliable with my constant crying and whining and demands for attention. But since we've gotten back, I've been much more agreeable.
Mama started listening to an audio book and crocheted me a hat while she listened. It's supposed to look like Cabbage Patch Kid hair. Mom, you are so embarrassing.
It's not like I don't have any hair of my own. It's just that it's growing in in two distinct layers. Over Christmas, mama got tired of my Tom Petty scraggly hair and made Grandma cut the long layer to even it up. Grandma didn't want to cut off my curls, but mama eventually convinced her that it was time.
Now I just need to get that front under-layer grown out.
I'm not the only one who has undergone a mood transformation. June and I are often at odds, but lately we've been spending more and more time playing together. This works best when I'm doing what June wants me to do. For example. June likes to put on dance classes for me. Or sometimes we pretend to have a sleepover. But there are other times that we're both playing by ourselves. Then June looks over and notices I'm playing with the Polly Pockets, or some other toy that she has at one time also played with, and immediately comes sprinting over to grab it from me. Needless to say, I do not agree with her behavior and can scream and yell just as loud as she can.
This looks like a mug shot after June and I got busted for fighting. Really, I think she's trying to show off her new shoes. It's just a really unfortunate picture. Mama left her beads in for a few weeks. Papa thought they might turn into dreadlocks so he pulled them out one night when mama was out.
Remember these dresses, Aunt Jenni? This green one has been through quite a few of our cousins. The elastic on the tights is so stretched out that I have to wear it with some lacy bloomers to keep them up. And I think June's dress is Annalise's old dress 'Rose."
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Georgie has been working hard on her letters and has even learned most of her letter sounds. Thanks, assortment of electronic learning toys that mama uses to keep me occupied on car trips. Keep listening to hear me talk about my name, or "Jo-nana" as I like to call myself. Since Christmas, I've really started talking a lot. And everyone has fun having conversations with me.
If you're wondering what we're working on, Henry decided he wanted to exchange Martin Luther King, Jr. Day presents with his sisters. (What, you don't celebrate MLK with presents?) He bought June a coin purse in the school store and we decided to make him presents too. I put perler beads in a bowl and mama melted them down to make him a bead bowl for his Zune. And June colored him a picture of a dinosaur. We had a nice time of it until mama asked too many questions and I knocked the camera out of her hand.
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