Swinging Fun...endlessly, endlessly, endlessly

Though it doesn't do much for the curb appeal, Nate kindly mounted a second-hand swing I found on the front porch for Claire. She LOVES, LOVES, LOVES to swing at the park, so I thought this would be a good way to get some fresh air, even in winter. Little did I suspect she would love it so much we would have major tantrums about getting out of the swing, not being allowed to swing at 6 AM, and where Mom or Dad stood to push the swing. After a few days of this we put the swing away, and hid it too. Then I felt guilty about depriving her of something she enjoyed so much. The swing is back. The tantrums have diminished, and Nate mostly takes on the saintly role of pushing her in the cold (which allows me a few minutes to do other productive activities--like blog). Our dog, Hem, loves to sit underneath, though he takes a boot to the head occasionally. I guess in the depths of February any diversion is welcome.



When not pushing Claire, Nate's been busy tying flies for carp and trout fishing. He has turned his workroom in the garage into a fly tying station. We've had some mild days in the past few weeks and he's had a few good afternoons on the Madison River. (I think I'll wait to lose, I mean fish with, some of those new flies until the water warms up. )

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This has to be one of my favorite pictures of Claire.

Heirlooms

I used to make my 8th grade students write an essay on a family heirloom; it didn't need to be anything valuable, just something that had come from a previous generation and had a story attached to it. I wanted them to actually have a meaningful discussion with their families and get a better sense of their family history. This week I've been reflecting on how much fun it is to share some of our family heirlooms with Claire.

In the picture below, she's reading a book I won from the Boise Public Library in 1981 for reading the most books over the summer. (I know, you can tell the nerds early!) She also enjoys looking at the pictures from one of my favorite books on horses, a remnant of my horse obsession days. We even have a few books that my grandmother gave me! (Thanks mom for saving those!)

In the picture below she's about to climb on a bench that my parents passed on to me. They got this bench when we lived in Mexico City. I have many "fond" memories of dusting it's many spindles, and I can't wait for Claire to have the same chore!