The Prettiest Babies In The World

My phone brought up this memory today and I have probably posted it every year for the past five years since it was taken. There was a period of time when August and Maggie were the two cutest little kids in the whole world. Their hair, their skin, their soft pretty eyes- oh my heart. I swoon. 

So Maggie is fine. Her arm still hurt some today but she was able to go to school. Lily thinks she just bruised and possibly sprained her shoulder when she fell on the tree root. I'm sure she was scared yesterday when she fell and that her arm did hurt but I am not denying that the child can be dramatic. She has always been so, as was her mother. I am sure that in the "olden days" children like them would have been called willful and perhaps disciplined both corporally and in other ways to try and beat the willfulness out of them. 
If I had done that, not only would I felt huge remorse but I also would have made the problem even worse. I know that for a fact. I know a lot of people who claim that when they were kids and misbehaved, they got hit/beaten/spanked/ or whatever you want to call corporal punishment and so many of them say, "Well, when I was a kid I got spanked and it sure didn't hurt me. I needed it!"

Uh. That's sick. 

But back to Magnolia and her dramatic ways.

She was shouting for joy. I am not kidding.

So today was pottery day and I had a good time. I'm finally feeling comfortable in the class setting and getting to know the teacher and her ways a little better. She is definitely her own person and has her own opinions on how best to teach. I have quit feeling quite so lost in class and at least now I know where the rolling pins are kept. Which is good. I still can't wedge clay for shit. I keep trying to knead it like dough which really does not work. 
Almost everyone in the class, including our teacher, is somewhere around my age except for two younger women who are very serious and Jessie who is also serious but not in the same way. Not in the hardly-ever-smiling way. 

The weather was discussed a lot in class because it's absolutely a polar experience for many of us here and tonight is going to be "brutal" (someone actually used that word) with temperatures going down into the twenties as was predicted last week. There's a woman I've known for a long time in the class and so she and I can discuss people we've known in common and how they're doing and all that stuff. Jessie went to high school with some of her children too, and Glen has been friends with her husband for forever. So there is a connection there. Jessie and I signed up today for another six weeks or whatever it is. 
I feel like I've just started to learn even the most basic things and there are so many more of the most basic things I want to learn. Today I worked on my cracker tray which will probably be used once, if at all, for a Ceremonial Presentation of the Cheez-Its. It sort of looks like a caterpillar. I honestly want to make another one, this time knowing more than I did before. 
I also made a "drop plate" today which sounds way more destructive than it actually is. That was fun. And then because I had more time, I made a pinch pot and if a kindergartner brought it home to me I would be so proud of them. 
I've not learned one thing about glazing and hope to get in a little of that before this class ends but I am feeling very relaxed about it all. We are not talking Michelangelo's Pieta here. 

After class we went and picked up Mr. Moon who had taken a truck to get work done on at a shop south of Tallahassee, an area I have not visited in forever and it is so changed that I hardly knew where I was. But we went to a restaurant for our lunch down near Florida A&M University. The restaurant has been famous in its own right for many years. I'd never eaten there so I was excited. I'm always excited to eat. It was a meat-and-one, two, or three, meaning you could pick out your protein and either one, two, or three sides. It was all served cafeteria style. I got oxtails which I have never eaten in my life and they were delicious. I also got rice, collards, and a piece of cornbread. Glen and Jessie got spicy fried chicken and some different sides. 
Good Lord, it was good.

I did some stuff after I got home but nothing exciting. I finished watching "His Three Daughters" and it was fine but not as fine as I thought it would be. I stand by my original opinion about Natasha Lyonne who was fantastic. 

Because it seems to be pictures of the three youngest grandchildren day, here's one more.

Forget Disney World, Costco is obviously the happiest place on earth. I've probably reposted this picture more than any other photo I've taken but hey- sheer joy. 

I'll let you know how bad the freeze was tomorrow. I know you need to have that information. 

Love...Ms. Moon