The bookshelf is the first thing I check out when visiting someone new. It’s utterly fascinating to me what other people read, and often adds depth to my impressions of them.
I’ve recently discovered the “what’s in your bag?” trend, and that has me captured as well. There’s a strange voyeuristic thrill in seeing what other people carry around with them every day. I flip through the photos of items neatly arranged in front of the bag, and it makes me wonder about the people who carry those things around. What are they like? What are their values? Are they tall, short, young, old, extroverted, introverted? Do they use these items every day? Carry them around for just in case? Are these items precious to them? Did they even know what was in their bag before all the items were laid out to be photographed? Did they edit before the picture?
Every once in a while, I see the contents of a bag and think – I want to meet this person! How is that? We are making instant judgments based on the contents of a bag. Still, I find it interesting. And from an anthropological standpoint, I wonder what there is to learn from the averages of our bag contents, as well as the fact that the information is documented in the first place. How will this inform future generations about what life is like in our world today?
Since, I’m peeking in other bags – here’s what’s in my bag.
I posted on Facebook that Gem wants to be a dinosaur ballerina when she grows up, and our my cousins responded with shock. The shock, it turns out, was appropriate. Unbeknownst to us, they were in the midst of planning a dinosaur ballerina birthday party for their soon-to-be 3-year-old. Their little girl is even more crazy about dinosaurs than Gem, and knows ALL the dinosaurs.
This should be cute, I thought.
I had no idea.
When we arrived at the birthday party, Gem was helped into a dinosaur tail and tutu.
My happy little girl was giddy. Dinosaur Ballerina!
The birthday girl’s grandma handmade dinosaur tails for all the kids, and coordinating tutus for the girls.
The weight of the tail dragging behind them cause the kids, especially the littlest ones, to exaggerate their waddle as they walked.
Cuteness overload
The lawn covered with littles followed by their tails.
A back yard dinosaur dig
Dinosaur ballerinas discussing books and their favorite dinosaurs
Even the birthday girl’s daddy had a tail.
Happy birthday, Isabella. Here’s to many, many more.
Wouldn’t you like to be a dinosaur ballerina, too?
Oh, I love me some farmers markets. I love the festival feeling. I love the little individual stalls. I love the flowers. I love the fruits and vegetables. I love the hand made goods. I love being out and about, milling around other people admiring all these things I love.
As it turns out, this week has been designated Farmers Market Week here in the State of Washington. Farms and fresh food are definitely something worth celebrating, if you ask me.
Gem loves the markets as well. She loves the flowers, especially, and all the colors, the crowds, the blueberries, and all the energy.
Today, we went to the farmers market in Renton. This one had a bonus of a kids area, staffed with volunteers, with homemade play-dough and cookie cutters to make ornaments.
Gem was so taken with the dahlias that an elderly woman working in one of the stalls gave her one. Gem was beside herself.
Then she spent the rest of our time at the market looking for the white water-filled buckets that were used the anchor the tents.
Why?
Her flower needed water. So she she made a job for herself of finding all those water buckets, and dipped her flower’s stem in the water of every single one of those buckets at the market.
Our favorite activity at the Woodland Park Zoo is the bird feeding room. $1 for a stick of birdseed translates to more than your money’s worth in little girl giggles.
So far, we have not been able to get our act together and get to the right place and time to feed the giraffes – or the elephants. Â I have a feeling that might even eclipse feeding the birds.
I’m trying very hard to focus on the fun and adventure right in front of me and not let myself get jealous of everyone heading off to BlogHer, or my husband’s adventure to Istanbul.
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