This Saturday, September 11th, there will be a special art walk in Lafayette, Louisiana to honor my dad. Really, really, really wishing I could be there. If you are in the area, please go. You can read more about it here and here. I am proud of my mom and all those who have worked so hard to make the Elemore Morgan, Jr. Visual Arts Endowment such a success. I know my dad would be very proud, too and he would do a lot of dancing and talking if he were there on Saturday night. Actually, let me revise that. I know he will be there.
A Celebration of Life and Art
September 7, 2010 • Celebrating, Dad
This Saturday, September 11th, there will be a special art walk in Lafayette, Louisiana to honor my dad. Really, really, really wishing I could be there. If you are in the area, please go. You can read more about it here and here. I am proud of my mom and all those who have worked so hard to make the Elemore Morgan, Jr. Visual Arts Endowment such a success. I know my dad would be very proud, too and he would do a lot of dancing and talking if he were there on Saturday night. Actually, let me revise that. I know he will be there.
Arched Views
September 6, 2010 • Sicily
Catching Up
September 5, 2010
Wow! Finally taking a moment to catch my breath from the past two weeks which were overflowing with adventures, errands, new friends, risks, transitions, triumphs and one burnt chocolate cake. Our lazy summer days came to a screeching halt with the introduction of theatre rehearsals (Noah), soccer (Noah and Camille), and the start of school (Noah).
Noah took a big risk and decided to audition for the Missoula Children's Theatre production of Pinocchio. In typical Noah fashion, he grumbled and worried about even trying out for a part. When he got a part as a toy soldier, he smiled momentarily and then informed me that he only intended to do the rehearsals and not actually get up on stage. On the morning of the first rehearsal day, he woke me up at 6 am. He had made himself breakfast, gotten dressed and was ready for me to drive him to rehearsal...which wasn't for another 4 hours! At the end of the first day of rehearsal, he announced at dinner that he had a surprise for us and we would have to wait until Friday night to see what it was. Turns out he had been given a special toy soldier role in the play. We were proud of how he did, but in many ways I was even prouder of him for taking that initial risk to try out for something that he had never done before. Have you ever attended a Missoula Children's Theatre production? It's a pretty amazing thing. Two actors arrive on Monday with bags full of costumes, props, scripts, and the scenery. On that first day they hold auditions for school-age kids followed by several days of intense rehearsals. At the end of the week they have a public performance. If you get a chance to see one of their productions, do it. In addition to enjoying the show, we also had the pleasure of hosting one of the actors. She was a fabulous house guest and it was fun to show her a bit of Sicily.
And Camille, who wouldn't get in the water at the start of the summer, is now an amazing little swimmer. I am so impressed by how hard she has worked this summer during her swim lessons and during the times we have just been hanging out by the pool. She also started soccer this week and loves it. In the midst of four year old soccer chaos, she was laughing, running, and kicking with the best of them. Our kids have accomplished some pretty amazing things this summer. As adults, taking risks usually means starting a new career or trying a new recipes. When I stop and really think about the milestones that kids tackle, they are pretty monumental risks...from crawling to walking to eventually swimming and horseback riding; entering a new school full of strange faces; auditioning and getting on stage for the first time. Those are big things. So please forgive the lack of blogging. We are alive and well and just caught up in the momentary frenzy of finishing up summer,sponsoring a family new to Sicily, starting the school year, and watching big things happen.
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