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Wednesday, December 9, 2015
Sunday, December 6, 2015
Thursday, December 3, 2015
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
#libbylee requested that her photo be made holding hands with #buddha ( #siddhartha ? ) This girl destroys and recreates me everyday.
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Monday, November 23, 2015
Saturday, November 21, 2015
Wednesday, November 4, 2015
The Dragging Sound
There's a dragging sound.
Not the kind to be scared of, though; more the kind that you get used to hearing if you have a four year old. Maybe not "used to," but at least accustomed to, in the sense that hearing strange noises becomes de rigueur when you have a four year old who's learned to play very capably alone and has a wide and wild assortment of toys and objects at her disposal for doing so.
So I don't really notice the dragging sound, because I'm having a wonderful chat with a couple of couchsurfing politico women about the tragic midterm election that's just unfolded, to the horror of any Kentuckian who might have a single shred of sense. I count myself among those, and I'm trying to figure out with — y'know — some actual political types who happen to be sleeping on my foldout couch what in the hell just happened. In one election, Kentucky went Red. Way red.
It's a compelling discussion, and Libby Lee — who seemed not compelled to interact with our house guests — is off in the back of the house doing … the things she does. The highly imaginative and independent things. Usually dollies are involved. Often those dollies are Barbies.
And there's this dragging sound.
Intermittent, not constant. Not loud. Noticeable, but not enough to draw my focus away from our "WTF?" conversation. The girls are sitting upright in the foldout bed, approximately 77% tucked in for the night. They've had several relentless days of polling and otherwise circulating in a state that is not their home. They're chatty in a cheerfully exhausted way, mostly excited to sleep, is my guess. Our conversation is definitely drawing to a close, but it's invigorating and there's that dragging sound.
A scraping sound. If it was still Halloween, I might expect to see The Mummy, or maybe a zombie, at least. Something dragging a limb. Something not fully intact.
But finally, there she is. In the doorway. Libby Lee.
She comes proudly, calmly — almost regally — into the room, emerging from behind the giant Antebellum dollhouse that she received as a gift earlier in the day; and which she has single-handedly (OK, both hands were definitely involved) pushed from the back of the house, where we set it up earlier in high style, all the way to the threshold of the living room. To make The Presentation.
Libby Lee — with a beaming smile and The Dollhouse — has arrived. And she's ready to play.
Not the kind to be scared of, though; more the kind that you get used to hearing if you have a four year old. Maybe not "used to," but at least accustomed to, in the sense that hearing strange noises becomes de rigueur when you have a four year old who's learned to play very capably alone and has a wide and wild assortment of toys and objects at her disposal for doing so.
So I don't really notice the dragging sound, because I'm having a wonderful chat with a couple of couchsurfing politico women about the tragic midterm election that's just unfolded, to the horror of any Kentuckian who might have a single shred of sense. I count myself among those, and I'm trying to figure out with — y'know — some actual political types who happen to be sleeping on my foldout couch what in the hell just happened. In one election, Kentucky went Red. Way red.
It's a compelling discussion, and Libby Lee — who seemed not compelled to interact with our house guests — is off in the back of the house doing … the things she does. The highly imaginative and independent things. Usually dollies are involved. Often those dollies are Barbies.
And there's this dragging sound.
Intermittent, not constant. Not loud. Noticeable, but not enough to draw my focus away from our "WTF?" conversation. The girls are sitting upright in the foldout bed, approximately 77% tucked in for the night. They've had several relentless days of polling and otherwise circulating in a state that is not their home. They're chatty in a cheerfully exhausted way, mostly excited to sleep, is my guess. Our conversation is definitely drawing to a close, but it's invigorating and there's that dragging sound.
A scraping sound. If it was still Halloween, I might expect to see The Mummy, or maybe a zombie, at least. Something dragging a limb. Something not fully intact.
But finally, there she is. In the doorway. Libby Lee.
She comes proudly, calmly — almost regally — into the room, emerging from behind the giant Antebellum dollhouse that she received as a gift earlier in the day; and which she has single-handedly (OK, both hands were definitely involved) pushed from the back of the house, where we set it up earlier in high style, all the way to the threshold of the living room. To make The Presentation.
Libby Lee — with a beaming smile and The Dollhouse — has arrived. And she's ready to play.
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
Monday, November 2, 2015
Friday, October 23, 2015
Sadly, it's back to the pumpkin patch for #libbylee . Sorry, kid — them's the breaks.
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Thursday, October 22, 2015
As if the doctor's office isn't scary enough. At least #libbylee ain't skeered. #unlikedad
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Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Thursday, October 15, 2015
Sunday, October 4, 2015
Saturday, October 3, 2015
Sunday, September 20, 2015
The Legend of Sleepy Hollow has taken hold of #libbylee #amtrak #cardinal
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Goodbye, dear NYC! Now the Amtrak adventure begins! 16 hours to Ashland KY with #libbylee an exceptional 4 yr old traveler!
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Friday, September 18, 2015
Hello Down There! Ancient Playground to Rule Them All! #libbylee #nyc #centralpark #playgrounds #ancientplayground
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Thursday, September 17, 2015
these are your feet on #NYC #libbylee #sandals #flipflops #preferred #concretejungle
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Wednesday, September 16, 2015
what's happening in #nyc today? I #donut know but soon we'll go find out #libbylee
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Friday, September 11, 2015
Mamaw, #libbylee , me — everybody's delighted that @instagram has given up the square photo dogma! #vertical #inapp #ftw
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Wednesday, September 9, 2015
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
Falling Alseep
Libby Lee is spending the night at Mamaw and Papaws and we discussed how lossy time she fell out of the bed, never even waking up. She explained: "That's what's called ... falling asleep!"
Sunday, August 30, 2015
Friday, August 28, 2015
Saturday, August 22, 2015
"It's quarter to three… no one in the place, 'cept you and me…" The Grade-School Drunks Series #libbylee #hazeljeanne
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Friday, August 14, 2015
Thursday, August 6, 2015
Friday, July 31, 2015
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Thursday, July 23, 2015
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
"This is a photo about a superhero named TONY! It's called 'Tony's photo!'" #libbylee #pixies
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Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Friday, July 17, 2015
#libbylee : the only person in our family who can make music play on this old-school pre-smart phone Motorola. #midiMozart
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Saturday, July 11, 2015
Sunday, July 5, 2015
Thursday, July 2, 2015
#lville tour continues: next up we @ridetarc downtown to @KYScience #libbylee
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