Kiss Kiss Bangs Bangs

Rosie requested a big change and now she's super excited to have bangs. As she looked in the mirror she said "Now I look like a different person!"

Tackle

Once Upon a Monday

A lot of Rosemary's friends have been creating daily alter-egos - e.g. "I'm bear today." She hasn't done much of that but the other day she woke up and immediately got dressed to be "Fairy Tale." Wings, tiara, and (although not shown in this picture) rose-tinted sunglasses. She hasn't ventured much into her dress up clothes lately, so this kind of came out of the blue.

Some people like the Arts and Leisure section, some go straight for the crossword, but Fairy Tale prefers the Sunday Business section.

Drawing on it, that is, with her multicolored pen. We went to dimsum in Chinatown on Sunday, on the top of the Chinese mall under the Manhattan Bridge. There was a Hello Kitty store on the first level and we did not get past it without a souvenir. Let it be said that next time we go to dimsum we will go elsewhere to avoid this store because once we said she could have something inexpensive she spent 30 minutes agonizing about what to get, picking out one NOT inexpensive item after another, and generally making Jason and I feel simultaneously like total suckers and really mean parents. Thank heavens we finally found one of those jumbo sized ball point pens with 10 different colors of ink, which did the trick ($2.49).

Fairy Tale had a ball helping me bake some blueberry banana bread. She (Rosemary, not just Fairy Tale) loves doing stuff in the kitchen and loves helping set the table, bring stuff over to the table (sooooo carefully), etc. I am writing this down now so I can look back wistfully later.

Here's what we are in to generally these day: Pinkalicious (the book), anything relating to doctors (but especially shots, she gives them and mercilessly cackles, dentists too, thunder storms (still love/fear) and weather in general, tracing her name and other letters, trying to do some letters freehand, rhyming, making up silly words. The other day she told me I was "goosted" which she defined as "getting silly."

Frosty Cold Moustache

Water Park!

I'll try not to be too repetitive with Pier 6 stuff...but suffice to say that now that the water is on we will be there often. This morning was hot and humid, and now we have thunderstorm warnings for this afternoon - summer is upon us for real. Oh, and a tornado warning too! The new kind of summer is upon us.

Orthodox private school kids. Love the swimwear. They were soaked.

"The Waterfall":

On our way over, Rosemary and I started talking about different kinds of sunscreen. She claimed she didn't like the spray-on kind. But I also happen to know she is NO fan of the regular kind. So I asked her which kind she thought was the best kind to use. She said, "The kind of sunscreen I like...is a secret." I suggested it might work better for her to tell me so I could use the kind she liked better. She shook her head and said, "I'll just wait until you do it wrong, and then tell you."

Memorial Day

We spent Memorial weekend in NYC for a change and had a great time hitting our favorite summertime haunts. Or at least 3: Governors Island, Pier 6 waterpark, and Brooklyn Farmacy.

Waiting for the Governors Island ferry. Good practice for waiting around in European train stations later in life:

Waiting for her ship to come in:

I can see our house from here - barely:

It looked more impressively close in real life. This is taken from the ferry dock on Governors Island, just about a quarter mile across New York Harbor to Brooklyn. Our apartment building is in the clump of buildings in between the left-hand loading crane and the blue dock buildings.

We went there for a family festival. Here are J and R taking in a show:

It was an eco-puppet show about the entire history of water in New York, a strange combination of funk music and sea creature puppetry. Actually I wish I'd gotten to watch more of it. Rosemary skipped out on most of the show, which freaked her out. Not nearly as much as the clowns though! We went with a school friend, Laila, who, on the ferry ride over, started wondering whether there'd be clowns at the family festival. Rosemary said adamantly, "I don't like clowns. I don't like clowns!" And who can fault her? (Plus, I bet she remembers last summer when we ran into a really creepy clown at a free concert. He was on the bum end of the clown spectrum, so to speak, and really looked like he'd pulled up from the gutter that morning. He was kind of needling the kids as they tried to rush past him, "Why aren't you smiling!? Smile!!" Scarring!) In any case, there was a sort of half-hearted clown emceeing this Governors Island thing. Pretty benign but still Rosemary left the vicinity until the clown split.

Next day we made a special trip to Farmacy to get ice cream. Rosemary ordered vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce and rainbow sprinkles, which she then started calling, "My new usual." (I guess the old usual was just vanilla?)