I’m in China again. Before I left we enjoyed an amazing day at the farm where Kirby and Diane have horses. Megan rode Doc all over the place. I think she's ready for a lasso, or a pair of shootin' irons, matching colt six-guns maybe. Or not. For sure, she's becoming a relaxed and confident rider thanks to generous guidance from Kirby. Michael and I fished the pond. We muscled several largemouth to shore. "Big Daddy Bass" is what Michael calls them. Sounds perfectly redneck to me. I love it. Mego caught some fish too, and tended to the minnows. She grabs them with her hands and holds them, and bless their little hearts because they are surely traumatized by all her well-intentioned handling. Of course, then she gives them to me for a stabbing and skewering on a hook so they can be eaten by bigger fish. Clearly Megan's not the one who really traumatizes them. We are blind to our own flaws :)
Michael batted 3rd in his last baseball game. He batted 2nd in the game before and drove two balls into the outfield. Launching the ball over the infield is sort of herculean in Michael’s nine-year-old league. What I'm most excited about, however, is that he’s confident and wants to play; he wants to bat; he wants to hit; this is a bit of a different disposition than he possessed last year.
Megan likes to sleep with photos of family members. At any given bedtime, she might select - along with her butterfly pillow and a few stuffed animals - a picture of a loved one to nestle while drifting off. Seriously. It's a very sweet gesture. Sometimes the pictures are framed though, and I worry about her sleeping with glass. I need to buy some plastic frames.
The actress Zoe Saldano, in an interview, described her childhood self as a "feminine tomboy." She said, "I had my plastic swords, my ninja stars - but I still wore lipstick." I kind of hope Megan is this way. So far, so good. Mego likes to pet minnows and collect baseball cards (of which she has a modest assortment but one that she thoughtfully arranges and straightens in nine-pocket trading card pages in her Chicago Cubs binder). There really ought to be an international holiday celebrating her cuteness. Parties, fireworks, gift-giving, you name it. Worldwide. And hors d'oeuvres. I love hors d'oeuvres. Anyway, yes, she has some tomboy tendencies but she loves dresses and accessories (jewelry, scarves, hair-thingies, gaudy shoes, bulging handbags with random, completely non-utilitarian objects spilling out with every jostle). I suppose her dirty toes are tomboy-ish, also. As is the near perpetuity of residual food on a lip or cheek. That reminds me: I miss the days when shoes were put on the wrong feet. More than 50% of the time, as I recall, which was puzzling to me. Clearly I wasn't the only one puzzled. Speaking of how smart my kids are... they both had great report cards. They both are smart. Sara and I are pleased with their performances in school. We rewarded them with dinner at Heng Wing, where the Mongolian beef is heavenly and massively over-portioned. And apparently the Fried Won Tons aren't bad; Megan eats them by the dozen. Afterwards, we were all stuffed. We were also extremely happy and positively comatose. Although Megan - who it seems can stubbornly go long periods without eating if only presented with unspectacular options - still asked for dessert. Go figure.
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