Monday, November 30, 2015
Thanks to S's parents for letting us have a lunch date. Thanks for indulging my idea of going to the park with the kids on Thanksgiving. Thanks for just being there and loving our family. Thanks for being family, and involved.
Grandparents are grand.
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew From a convenient grass, And then hopped sidewise to the wall To let a beetle pass.
It's been quite rainy the last several days. Thanksgiving, it seems, was our last sunny day
between Thursday and Monday. Little F was not going to let that stop her from going outside.
I made sure she had a coat on (it was after all a cold rain), put rainboots on her feet, and let
her explore the wonderful outdoors. I thought for sure she'd make mud puddles and was
finding myself wishing I'd brought a more play friendly jacket with us to her nana's home.
Thankfully little F is far more fascinated by grass and puddles than by mud. She spent
most of the morning picking grass and wild onions, "planting" them in Nana's empty
flower pots, and chasing worms in puddles.
There were plenty of worms. She started out by squatting so that she could get a better
view. Then, tentatively, her hand reached out toward the worm. Quickly she retracted it,
then tried again. This time she reached through the low puddle and actually touched
its back! She startled as the worm recoiled from her tough, curling its front and rear ends,
wriggling into a tight coil. She again retracted her hand, and again reached out. This
continued for several minutes. Changing her methods F then cupped her hands to
block and change the worm's path. I think she was rather disappointed it didn't
But she kept exploring and observing the worm for quite a long time.
When she came inside she said "I did saw a worm outside.
It was big and taller and taller. It touch me."
Sunday, October 11, 2015
First he made smoothies. Then sweets. Now he's starting to work on main dishes.
When our church's annual chili cook off was announced T determined to try his hand at chili. I mentioned my two favorite recipes to him. He wanted to search for his own. A web search soon turned one up, and soon we headed off to get supplies for "crazy pork and pineapple chili".
As I baked cookies T sauteed ground pork with onions. He found the length of time it took a little too long. " Won't you take a turn?" He asked. I encouraged him, and he succeeded. As soon as it was browned I carried the hot pan over next to the crock pot.
T spooned it from the pan to the pot. He opened cans of beans, tomatoes, and pineapple. He measured seasonings ("Is this a tablespoon or this one?"). He mixed it all together. His dad plugged in the cord and T turned the knob to low. He'd done it!
"I'm going to win," T declared. I assured him it was admirable to cook, and he was right to be satisfied with his work, but not to be surprised if he didn't win his first try.
In the morning we loaded it into the car. T was so excited. As soon as the service ended T hurried with his dad so he could add the pineapple (he'd used the juice the night before). "No!" He said. "They tasted it before I'm finished" As someone took pictures T added the pineapple and stirred. Splat! The juices of the sauce splashed his yellow shirt. One of the judges saw what he was doing.
"But we already tasted it!" She said. "Do we need to again?" "No," replied another, "We'd already decided."
Of course T didn't win, but he wasn't really all that disappointed for long. There was too much fun to be had and anyway, he was pleased with his work.
As he finished eating a woman approached.
"I heard you made the pineapple chili," she said to him. "Did you do it by yourself?" She then said "I'm a chef. I cook for a living. You know, I started at your age. You did well." Then she gave him advice. She told him to keep practicing and taste, taste, taste as you go.
Now T can't wait to cook again!
Monday, October 5, 2015
A few years ago my son built with one thought in mind: demolition. He loved knocking down things, especially towers of blocks. Now things are different. Things are built with a purpose in mind. The purpose tends to evolve, and tends to involve a story.
What story did he and his friends create today? That I cannot say. All I know is it involved a pink monkey with freaky large eyes and a headless Lego minifig.
I'll leave the rest up to your imagination.
Come on. If a six year old can imagine a story out of these...
Thursday, September 3, 2015
Did the last two nights my toddler girl has been staying up late. Now she's in my bed asleep despite it being closer to eight than seven. Sleeping to this late hour is, for her quite unusual. I'm glad she's sleeping. Of course it does mean I can spend more quality time with my elementary aged first born, but I'm just glad she's sleeping. There's something extremely beautiful about a small sleeping child. Everything about the face says peace. Perfect peace. Every little movement her body makes, every wiggle in response to a sound, I hold my breath.
Truly, let sleeping toddlers lie.