Try-cough-ski

When I was in 6th grade, I was sure I was going to be playing the clarinet for the Boston Philharmonic when I was an adult. I actually have this written in a notebook that is tucked away in a closet in my parents' house. At this point I had been playing a year, so the aspiration was clearly attainable. Clearly. I would borrow my dad's CD's, and stack them up next to my fancy CD player. I would listen to Beethoven (pronounced BEET- Hovin'), Chopin (CHOPPIN'), and Tchaikovsky (TRY-COUGH-SKI) for hours. My dad gave me a CD of my own for Easter, since I had fallen in love with Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake. In my mind it was a completely normal thing for any 6th grader to be listening to classical music in her bedroom, perusing the CD jacket of "Mad About Tchaikovsky" like it was Tiger Beat magazine or something. Yeah, I was cool.

Exhibit A: Very cool, indeed.


I haven't thought about any of my dashed symphonic dreams for quite some time. That is, until this past weekend when my sis and I took in an evening show of Black Swan. All I can say is, Whoa! Listening to the music brought me back to a very optimistic, I-am-going-to-be-an-orchestra-star, warm place. Pair that with the albeit amazing, and very creepy, and very scary plot and boom - confused paranoid feelings ensue while watching. I do like the movie, and I recommend it. I could talk a lot about it, but reviewing it would be time consuming. Just wanted to share what a crazy viewing experience I had while watching it.

Oh, and I found these posters for it on some weird Internet movie poster competition site, by La Boca. I think they're nice.



This one is very nice!


And the real poster, captures the creepiness and beauty of the film quite nicely.

a day in the life

Coffee and internetting during Jack's morning nap is one of my favorite times of the day. Finding solo time is quite important and necessary.


Between naps we do things like:

head over to the Nature center


eat Popsicles


hang out at the library


Then we eat dinner, often outside on the deck


Once the little dude is asleep, I work on things. I drew up an alphabet chart and I'm painting it on canvas for Jack's room.


I have nothing to complain about.

*Of course, my day also consists of changing diapers, consoling a fussy little dude on occasion, cleaning toilets, laundry, dishes, etc. I just thought I'd share photos of the highlights. Who wants to see a dirty diaper, even if it is captured on a cool iPhone camera app? Not me!