Fireworm.
This morning, The Bee saw her very first real fire in the fireplace. R. built one when he got up, so that when The Bee and I struggled wearily out of the bedroom roused ourselves reluctantly got up and walked outside to the main building, the air smelled like shaggy-bark juniper. Which is very, very good. Seriously. They should bottle the stuff.
So I walked her over to the fireplace and got down to her level to explain that the fire was very hot (she signed this) and could hurt (she likewise signed this) her if she got too close. You should have seen her face when she first saw it. She just stopped cold in her tracks and stared and pointed. Then she signed “orange.” Then she signed “worm.” Um…huh?
Maybe I’ve been reading too much Harry Potter until too far into the wee hours of the morning, but “worm” is not the first thought…nor even the first metaphor…that springs to mind when I consider flames licking wood. But perhaps it should be. Out of the mouths of babes and all that.
In other news, I have been meaning to post about this past weekend because my best friend from college visited us from India, and we had some good walks down memory lane…I have been trying to scan some old photos to post, so that you can tag along on said walks. Nothing doing so far for reasons that involve…
our hellish week of appointments for The Bee…it is really saying something to realize we have driven into town, or will drive into town, every single day this week…yesterday twice. Because I rarely go to town more than once total in a single week. But The Bee had separate speech therapy appointments Monday and Tuesday; the dentist today; the pediatrician tomorrow; and then I have acupuncture on Friday. So, I have a lot to write about but not a lot of time to write. To whit, I will have to do better.
Okay, this image, and her earlier rhyming now confirm that she is definitely a poet. And that she has the perfect mother for her poetic little brain.
Comment by: Maia - 10.10.2007 - 1.22 pm
That’s cool! And the smell of juniper burning…ah. Pinon is good, too. Ah.
The every-day-another-appointment? bleah. Hope it’s just this week, and everything gets better next week!
Comment by: OmegaMom - 10.10.2007 - 4.08 pm
I can only imagine how good the shaggy juniper smells. I’m really smell-oriented- the smell of spruce, the smell of musky peat… 2 of my favorites… Hang in there with the trips to town. It’ll all be worth it.
Comment by: Carolyn - 10.10.2007 - 6.09 pm
The Bee is so cool.
Hang in there with all the appointments. God, I hate weeks like that. Hope they all went/go well.
p.s. E. was helping me dust today and decided we needed to do “Cheers!” with our dusting cloths.
Comment by: Jessi - 10.10.2007 - 8.34 pm
Fire worm. Cool. You guys are great for teaching her all those signs. Do you have plans to stick with it or stop once she begins speaking? I was thinking that since she is already learning so much…..maybe it could be a second/third/fourth language for her? We only taught SL about 20 signs that were really about food and baby stuff and personal care: not fireworm.
Comment by: christie - 10.11.2007 - 8.09 am
What do you call those little old school firecrackers? The little pellets that you light up and then they expand and snake out into this huge worm? Reminds me of those. Except they’re black, I think.
Comment by: atomic mama - 10.11.2007 - 8.39 am
Sometimes we have weeks like that.
Comment by: Nicole - 10.11.2007 - 10.20 am
Of course I have focused in on the Harry Potter aspect of the post. I wanted to let you know that I finished the series a couple of days ago. Where are you at now?
ps- I loved it all! and yes, my mind did tend to perseverate on it while I was reading it all so intensely.
Comment by: Mrs Pushy - 10.29.2007 - 10.27 am