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Can I just brag a little bit on my girls? They are so cool. And good. And athletic. And interesting.
Delia is busy these days making jewelry and selling girl scout cookies, and playing cello, and being the kick-ass star in her karate class and getting ready to test for her black belt, and doing needlework (she knitted two feet of a scarf AND worked on a quilting square today) and baking bread and tumbling rocks in her rock tumbler. All while maintaining an A+ average at school.
Fiona is learning her forms so fast that she's working on the second degree forms already, just for fun. I watched her do a portion of the bo form, and she was so fast that she made my jaw drop. [Edited to add: She told me she was practicing a sequence from the fourth degree form, which, technically, she won't have to learn for the next ten years or so. She just thought it was cool and so picked it up.) She's soldering circuit boards on robots, and going to book clubs, and playing violin and complaining about Beethovan, and reading plays aloud and cracking silly jokes about Shakespeare, and getting ready to go to Mexico to work in an orphanage over her spring break. And making me lose the Game over and over again.
They are both gorgeous, but neither one has a single scrap of vanity. They are open and affectionate and wise and down-to-earth, and the police haven't been called to our house because of them even once.
Sometimes they drive me crazy, like when they turn their noses up at a perfectly adequate, nutritious and delicious dinner I've cooked, or when their room looks like a cyclone has gone through and dumped all their clothes on the floor.
But sometimes, they clean up the whole house and cook a beautiful dinner for me as a surprise, just because they know I've had a bad day.
Sometimes, like today, I stare at them in awe and wonder: how on earth did Rob and I produce these gorgeous goddess-like creatures?
Delia is busy these days making jewelry and selling girl scout cookies, and playing cello, and being the kick-ass star in her karate class and getting ready to test for her black belt, and doing needlework (she knitted two feet of a scarf AND worked on a quilting square today) and baking bread and tumbling rocks in her rock tumbler. All while maintaining an A+ average at school.
Fiona is learning her forms so fast that she's working on the second degree forms already, just for fun. I watched her do a portion of the bo form, and she was so fast that she made my jaw drop. [Edited to add: She told me she was practicing a sequence from the fourth degree form, which, technically, she won't have to learn for the next ten years or so. She just thought it was cool and so picked it up.) She's soldering circuit boards on robots, and going to book clubs, and playing violin and complaining about Beethovan, and reading plays aloud and cracking silly jokes about Shakespeare, and getting ready to go to Mexico to work in an orphanage over her spring break. And making me lose the Game over and over again.
They are both gorgeous, but neither one has a single scrap of vanity. They are open and affectionate and wise and down-to-earth, and the police haven't been called to our house because of them even once.
Sometimes they drive me crazy, like when they turn their noses up at a perfectly adequate, nutritious and delicious dinner I've cooked, or when their room looks like a cyclone has gone through and dumped all their clothes on the floor.
But sometimes, they clean up the whole house and cook a beautiful dinner for me as a surprise, just because they know I've had a bad day.
Sometimes, like today, I stare at them in awe and wonder: how on earth did Rob and I produce these gorgeous goddess-like creatures?
