I felt better on Tuesday evening. Better enough to leave the house, go to the knitting store, buy colored roving, and gather rocks to felt. Weird? Yes. I have always sprung out of bed with energy and a project in mind. All that lounging around had left me itching, positively yearning to do something productive! So, off I went to my friend Amy's house where I made dinner and felted rocks. Sure, I came home after an hour and a half of exertion and collapsed, but it was well worth it!
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Being sick for so long, I wasn't able to get out and do much. So, when Ketra was heading to the Big E, I begged her to bring me a cream puff. Even though, I really couldn't taste and probably enjoyed the thing only fractionally compared to last year's that I ate at the sunny fair venue itself, I was most grateful to have a bit of the festivities brought to me!
My family jests that the way you can tell you have a sinus infection is that you no longer want to go on. You are content to image death stealing up behind you and snatching you while you sleep or moan quietly. Sound dramatic? Well, I'm telling you, it was! I slept and remained in bed for at least four days before going to the doctor on Monday the 26th...let's just say these won't be the most exciting blog days!
Liam is spending a lot of his time naked as of late. Apparently, it's one of the only ways to remind him that he needs to sit on the potty when he has to go. It works pretty well, too. The family is getting a little sick of seeing his "junk" hanging out all over the place, though.
I love seeing my kids' artistic eyes developing. This is a picture Elena drew of her bus. There she is getting off the bus (or on, hard to know). Some family member is waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs, no doubt her beloved Grammy! I love the detail and I love the way you can see the entire bodies of the people on the bus as if she has X-ray vision...do you think she does?
And then we planted them on UN Peace Day. I was so proud. They looked beautiful. My children, angels that they are, were taught about peace. I was such a good mother!
And then, along came Liam walking softly with a big stick. "I smash-ded them, Mommy"
Apparently, every year people all over the world create pinwheels for peace. Last year, I missed the boat and was quite disappointed by that! So, this year, I prepared ahead of time. For days prior, as a family, we made peace pinwheels. What a great family project! We talked about what peace means. We did art together on the kitchen floor. We put ourselves on the map at www.pinwheelsforpeace.com. I even printed out fifty blank pinwheels and had them taken to church so the whole congregation could participate! Here are some pictures from our experience:
This was the snack I made for Elena one day after school. She LOVED it. It made me think about "Love Languages" and where they come from. Do we instill a particular love language in our kids by how we love them or are they born "hearing" a certain way? It seems to me that Elena is one who appreciates gifts and works. When I do things for her or with her, I get the "You're the best mommy in the world!!" kind of accolades. Liam, it would appear is all about closeness and touch.
How about your kids? Have you read the Five Love Languages? It's fascinating! I recommend skimming it! It's a neat concept.
Somedays, my little boy seems littler. Days like this day, when he lugs all his bed-friends to the bus stop to put his sister on the Kindergarten bus, the age difference between the two of them seems monstrous...much larger an abyss than usual.
This leads me to my most recent favorite story of Liam and his bed buddy, Lambie.
Liam: Doesn't Wambie have the cutest ears, Mommy?
Me: Yes, they are adorable.
Liam: I want to have cute ears wike Wambie.
Me: But, you have adorable ears, Liam!
Liam: (pauses to think for a moment and who knows what path his brain takes) I don't want to grow up to be an old lady!!!!!!!!
Friday, October 02, 2009
I came across this Jack-in-the-Pulpit while I was walking. It immediately took me back to being an eight-year-old in Brookfield, playing Mountain Climbers. We used to play this game for days on end. There was stack of firewood that had all sort of organically shaped nooks for storing items. We used to pretend we were pioneers gearing up for the winter. We would store various items in the various cubbies. We would prepare meals and salads of all the items we found. Somehow, we always knew not to eat them...thank goodness. We had cubbies that served as ovens, cubbies that served as refrigerators and cubbies that served as pure dry storage. We would forage all over the neighborhood, traveling blocks and blocks to pick deep eggplant colored sumac flowers (which, in case you haven't noticed smell like raspberries), Queen Anne's Lace roots plucked out, sliced with stone knives like carrots, or these Jack-in-the-Pulpits, which we called corn. It all involved creativity. It all involved fake food...hmmmm...
Nothing like being waken up at the ass-crack of dawn every day by your son. It can certainly make one cranky. But then, mention of 'nuggling or something cute will make it all worthwhile. I imagine a time when he won't even want to talk to me, and I am grateful he trundles into my room at night.
This particular morning, he 'napped the shade open (as only Liam can do, it makes your teeth rattle) and found a little 'pider (have I mentioned we are having a speech eval?). He tapped gently on the glass cajoling, "Hellwo widdle pider!" And then he whipped around and looked at me, "Mommy! Do you think she misses her daddy and her children?" (we had already had a discussion about the fact that I thought for sure the spider was a girl). This made me think he must think that I miss him and Elena when I go off to school...and, I guess that I miss my dad (his Boppa). So empathetic. Poor widdle pider. I wanted to cry for her! It was like reliving Charlotte's Web all over again.
This is the kids' new favorite game. I am not such a fan. It's called beaver dam and it involves the piling of pillows, beaver-dam style, into a giant pile. Other things also like to get added into the pile. Books, stuffed animals, important papers, toys, recyclables...it's like living with ACTUAL beavers, or eighty-year-old hoarders. Sigh...and, apparently, the game should be called beaver dams, because there can never be enough of them...ALL OVER THE DOWNSTAIRS.
McDonalds, would you please, please, PUH-LEASE, not advertise on every blessed flat surface? My son is highly observant, he notices everything. I think he's noticed the golden arches, aka signs for the "nugget store" since he was a year old, probably before he could even TELL us that was what he was seeing and craving. This particular day, we exited off Super 7 and there, hanging quite low on the street sign, was what appeared to be a five inch by five inch sign for said outfit. In the car we have Mommy, Daddy, Elena and Spot (Liam). "Wook! Wook Mommy! Dere's a teeny widdle nugget store sign. Wet's go dat way!"
This brings up a larger issue. I fear, and I know this is usually just a threat used by mothers, Liam is going to turn into a nugget. He eats nuggets for breakfast, lunch and sometimes dinner. It's embarrassing. I love to cook. I love to cook a variety of things. I love to eat. I love to eat a variety of things. Liam does not.