straight from the heart
Since she's been going to Waldorf School, Iris sings a lot more, both songs she's learned and ones she makes up. Here's one she belted out in the bathtub the other day:
"I don't like George Bush
I don't like John McCain
I don't like when my daddy yells at me
Or when my brother screams.
I don't like when I'm sad
Or when I'm hurt
or when I'm cut."
Iris turned five on Thursday. My big girl! We gave her a Little House on the Prairie party, to which she wore the new hot-pink-polka-dotted flamenco dress her grandparents brought her from Spain. Ma Ingalls would have had the vapors.
More birthday party pictures on flickr soon, I hope.
(Long time no see, I know! The secret to finding time to update appears to be insomnia – see date stamp on this post.)
"I don't like George Bush
I don't like John McCain
I don't like when my daddy yells at me
Or when my brother screams.
I don't like when I'm sad
Or when I'm hurt
or when I'm cut."
Iris turned five on Thursday. My big girl! We gave her a Little House on the Prairie party, to which she wore the new hot-pink-polka-dotted flamenco dress her grandparents brought her from Spain. Ma Ingalls would have had the vapors.
More birthday party pictures on flickr soon, I hope.
(Long time no see, I know! The secret to finding time to update appears to be insomnia – see date stamp on this post.)
posted by angelique at 4:13 AM
3 Comments:
what a big girls she's becoming! so good to hear from you - hope all is well.
xoxo
so nice to hear from you! happy 5 years to iris. time really does fly!
looks like we took similar breaks. i think we had a deal for LPs?! ring a bell? cuz i still got 'em :)
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