Sunday Fremont Market

Johari's beautiful beaded shoes from the market

Johari collecting bottle caps and sticks in her potatohead lunch box from the market

Silly faces

This generous man gave Johari the Jimi Hendrix rainbow sweater and a deal on my Bob Marley shirt while he played Jimi on the guitar for Johari.

Ibrahim picked out some cars for his birthday

We went to the Fremont Market a few Sundays ago. It was a beautiful day. We had a good time. It is a market with lots of awesome arts and crafts and foods.

Her own decision...

One week ago today, Johari got her ears pierced. It was her decision. I had asked her about it a few different times in the past. I told her that it hurts a bit while getting pierced and that she could decide when and if she wanted to get her ears pierced. Those times she decided that she didn't. Then the other day she was holding a wallet that had two dangling things on it to her for at least 15 minutes or more. And switching it from ear to ear saying that these were her earrings. So I asked her again and by the next day she decided she was ready and wanted to get her ears pierced. When I reminded her that it would pinch a bit when she was getting it done, her response was, "I won't cry." She did cry after the first pierce but she did not stop the process. She cried through the second pierce. She got to choose the earrings that she wanted. They are rainbow sparkly flowers. On the way home from the mall later, she said, "I said that I wasn't going to cry. But I cried. That's confusing."

making graham cracker houses....

Johari saw this in one of her National Geographic kids magazines. She kept asking me if we could do it. I finally got the supplies. In the future, I will not get the generic graham crackers for this project. About 70% of them were cracked in half and easy to crumble. She had fun squeezing frosting and decorating.

I love listening to this girl

Last night, Johari said, "When we get home, I want to make banana muffins from Scrabble."

What she meant was 'scratch'.

The other day, I said, "Johari, you are hilarious!" And in her toddler style grump she said to me, "I am NOT malarious!!!"

I think the reason that I was saying that she was hilarious was because she was talking about how Barney Boy (our dog)'s mother was Chaka Khan. "Barney's mom, Chaka Khan, sells refrigerators. Would you like to buy one?" How does this all come together... I am not sure but with plenty of imagination.

This morning, Johari says, "I had a dream last night where there were 5 high chairs next to a really small table." This is the first time she has told me of a dream she had. I always wonder if she remembers some of her dreams. And coincidentally last night I was listening to NPR and there was a woman speaking who had written a book called The Philosophical Baby by Alison Gopnik, she was saying that babies and kids dream so much more than adults and learn so much from their dreams. (I haven't read the book and I only caught the tail end of talk but it sounded like interesting stuff.)