13 February 2006
(we just get down)
I've got a weird thing where I occasionally (randomly) feel I must break into cheer. something in my bones that I have no control over, something held over from my long ago days as a cheerleader. and it's not so much the cheering that I feel compelled to do but the syncopated rhythms of the clapping and stomping. our wood floors are perfect for this and nothing could be more satisfying to me than the deep boom of my stomping feet. it's a startling event that my family is finally starting to get used to-- ward tolerates it (as he does so many of my quirks) but I am secretly training ava and ezra to love my ways. when the stomping echoes through the house, ezra comes running as fast as his little legs will carry him. he doesn't have the rhythm down yet, but he can really work those feet, baby. and ava jumps right in without skipping a beat. my girl is starting to come at it with her own angle too (flapper girl slash cheerleader). nothing pleases me more than to see that fringe swinging and those arms flying. not that I want her to become a cheerleader or anything. I just dig her interpretation.
and speaking of randomness-- the other day, ava asked me what clouds taste like. my answer was not scientific but more in the vein of fantasy. yo if I can't give her the facts than you can bet I'm going to teach her to work that imagination.
monday morning speculation: what do clouds taste like?