The Wishing Tree

This is the wishing tree. There are so many things I wanted so I combined a bunch of them in one wish: I wished for a day with Thomas, Dora and Elmo. All of us would dance and eat cheese sticks on the top of a mountain under a giant rainbow. Mommy and Daddy would bring us golden Sippy cups.

I wished that the magic of life was available to all of us, and that we all rejoiced with glee. Of coarse, I wasn't able to think of that at the Berkshire Botanical gardens Wishing Tree. So I just wished for self buckling car seats. (You can read my wish if you look closely at the picture)

Tanglewood

Listening to classical music is fun for thirty seconds. After that I like to play kickball or chase butterflies. It's funny, an old guy criticized my mom. He told her, "Some people come here to listen to the music." It seemed like he was hearing the music leading him to his life after death, but it didn't seem like that much fun.

I took Emma to go potty just as the concert let out. 25 old men streamed in to pee and wash their hands as Emma ran around, "No paper towels, me, I do it, I do it." The old men tried to go to sink as though she wasn't there but she held her ground. It was a Tangle at Tanglewood.


My sister Madeleine, rebounding from mosquito bites and a neck rash caused by her not having a neck yet.


A typical lunch scene at Frog Hollow (the name of the house where we are staying)

Professional Play Lady at the Stockbridge Public Library

This woman named Jeannie said that she'd spent the morning with old people who were stuck to their walkers but she was trying to get them to play. She said that she made her living playing with people and was available for birthday parties or to play with adults as well. I think she's spent time in jail. I can tell by her arm tattoo and her fanatic pleas for attention.

Emma was a little scared of Jeannie the Professional Play Lady at first. Fortunately Emma has a big heart and is very accepting and giving. I've been taking her to libraries for reading hour in the Berkshire area and you never know what will happen.

Hiking

I went hiking! Mommy and Maddy went down a different path and were swarmed by mosquitos. Maddy got four bites on her head. Mommy's entire neck was bright red. I wonder why there are no mosquitos in New York, or are they much friendlier in New York. I picked wild flowers for my mommy even before I knew of her extreme trauma. Daddy was just impressed that she pushed the stroller over a patch of giant rocks.
I also went to the library!

Being in the wilderness brings parenting to a whole new level.

Rainbow Day

I'm on my vacation. It's kind of stormy and rainy in Great Barrington. My dad think's it's wierd that a town would call itself "Great" in the name of the town. He said, "Englewood is not called 'Great Englewood." I asked him to start calling me "Great Emma," which he has yet to do.
I saw my first rainbow. My parents were driving me to a playground and started yelling, "Rainbow, rainbow!" I implored them to let me see, as I was in my car seat. My dad pulled over, and sure enough there it was, curving over a motel and the motel playground. Adina, my mommy, walked me over and it was the beginning of a great vacation.

I'm so glad Emma got to actually see the rainbow. "Look," I said, "that is a rainbow." Yes, there is incredible beauty and I pulled into a motel parking lot and it paid big dividends.

The Same Dress

I put on red and white flower dress Grand-ma Ne (short for Renee) got me. She bought the same as my sister Madeleine.
Coincidence?
My mom started crying and my dad ran to get his camera and the New York humidity cleared like liquid ice when we sported the matching dresses on on an ordinary Tuesday morning. Why does everyone so desperately want to see us in the same outfit?

It was really exciting to see Emma and Maddy in the same outfit. When I say really exciting, I mean overwhelmingly, as if there was a total eclipse of the sun caused by the moons of Saturn. Sometimes something can be so cute it is hard for the receiver of the cuteness to breathe.

The Children's Museum

I really enjoyed seeing the actual bedroom where Dora sleeps and thinks up her adventures. She had a photo album documenting all of her travels. Her talking back pack told me Dora drinks a Red Bull every morning to keep her energy up. When I grow up I'm going to be a bilingual explorer like Dora.

Imagine if your name was Dora and you just felt like being by yourself. Would you change your name?
Maybe I'm a tad grumpy, but I don't understand why it's called "the Children's Museum." The kids play with bongos and plastic fruit. When they grow up they'll think museums are places to run around and sing songs such as, "We did it. We did it. We did it!"