Friday, February 26, 2010

Needed: Bubble wrap for Eight

Today it was my heart's desire to wrap my kids in emotional armor to protect them from the jabs,  insults, &  pain childhood inevitably encounters. 

I can't.   I can't stop wounded feelings, hot streaming tears, or crushed spirits.   I can stir up brave smiles, mature reasoning and thick skin, but that is all.  I can only support.  The battle is theirs, as it was once each of ours.    

Hang on, lovies.  You'll make it.

and if you need us to we will kick some butt

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Got your bullet proof vest on?

  • I think I am never going to sleep for more than four continuous hours again, ever.  By the time Emmeline is sleeping though the night I'll probably be in menopause and Lord knows no one sleeps through the night during that.  Or so I hear.    And I know, all moms (maybe some dads) are sleep deprived when their kids are little; that doesn't make it easier.   Being 41 is not helping either.

  • Emmeline is in a phase I describe as "screaming and climbing."  Enough said?   Out in public people stare because she is so loudly bleating one note, "AWWWWWWWWWWW".   She knows many other word combinations; in public she can only make one LOUD resonating vowel.   And, I constantly remove her off chairs or tables.  Dinnertime is hysterical.

  • A man recently asked me if Emmeline was my first baby.  Hahahahahahahaha.   Wait, since absolutely nothing about me screams Glowing, Lovely, Young First Time Mom, that means my toddler management looks very amateurish.   Rats. 

  • It's almost 10 pm and one kid here still needs to build a bridge for school tomorrow.  

  • It's time to decide if the kids get "school lunch" or not for the last part of the year.   It comes out to about $110. a week.   For lunch.   You see the problem.   Yet ... the lure of not making five packed lunches a day is strong, sucking me into the quagmire.   Budget lunch from mom, or all organic, catered lunch at school?   Organic, catered lunch from mom not an option.

  • I'm 41 now.  Did I mention that?   With my advancing age I'm bound to start repeating myself so beware, beware, be a very wary bear.   When one acquaintance heard it was my 41st birthday he shreiked, "What?  I'm older than you are?  No way!"    Thanks.  And gee, if you are atleast 42, and I had a baby recently, did you really think I was older than you?  Really?  Like, what, 43?  44?  97?

  • We are in the market to upgrade our piano.   Found some great ones, but moved too slowly and they sold.  Anyway, charming piano teacher remarked I should just get a really, really good piano now, because in four years oldest will leave for college, and then Emmie can start taking lessons.   People, let me just confess right now:  I am NOT up for more years of the Indian War Song and Fur Elise.  
         There are limits.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Chicken, no rice

"Why does Emmeline smell like Old Spice?" was the reasonable question from husband.

The answer:  herbal, organic shampoo.  Smells like rosemary and mint, which is great in the kitchen but frankly, gross in the hair.   Reminds me a little of a chicken dish.  During a burst of organic focus I bought non toxic baby soaps and shampoos ... and now we can't wait for them to run empty!

Myself, I have always used whatever shampoo and conditioner I can find on sale.   My latest find:   L'Oreal UltraPure Shampoo -- a coupon for $2.50 off and phosphate free.   Not until I started to wash my long hair with a big ol' glob of shampoo did I realize what I had really bought:  more shampoo with rosemary and mint scent.   Yuck!   Now Emmie and I both stink!


Two girls, one teaching, one learning 

Two girls, one showing, one watching

Two girls, both loving

Note to Suzanna:  I love you, love Emmie

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Our brownies have secrets

No way.  OMGosh.  Readers, it has come to my attention there is alternative way to prepare brownie mix.
Wanna hear it?  Are you sure? 

Ummm, apparently one can puree a whole can of black beans, stir into dry mix, bake, and voila.  Brownies.  Made from smushed up beans.  Oh, yes, we tried it:   tasty enough, but we knew they held an entire can of beans which kind of ruined it (longtime readers might recall my kids consider beans evil).

Beans and brownie mix; who knew?

Thank you, Francisco Jimenez

Recently I re-read Francisco Jimenez's book The Circuit then continued to read for the first time his subsequent books.  Readers, if these books have escaped your attention, they are inspirational and worthy of room in your bookcase.  

In other news, Emmeline is perking up after seemingly endless sickness.   First the stomach, then the ear, each bug taking its time to fully arrive and leisurely leave.  

Tiny rocks and toddler fingers

The bigger kids and dad took a quick trip to San Francisco.   Alcatraz was a huge draw.  They did not have RiceORoni.

Our spring break is soon.   Trying to decide if we should use our air miles and free hotel nights from work to go to southern California for three days ... or, wait until school is out in June and travel to Arizona for five days.   If you knew how wetcolddrizzlydiscouragingboringslow Oregon can be over spring break the dilemma would be clear.  Survive March?  Longer vacation?   Which will win?

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

School days

Readers, in case you are wondering what seventh grade math is like these days, here:

A painter has exactly 32 units of yellow dye and 54 units of blue dye. She plans to mix the dyes to make two shades of green. Each gallon of the lighter shade of green requires 4 units of yellow dye and 1 unit of blue dye. Each gallon of the darker shade of green requires 1 unit of yellow dye and 6 units of blue dye.

 Make a graph showing the number of gallons of the two greens she can make.

List three possible solutions.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

BIG NEWS ... not mine

I love to read the posts at Lifenut .  Gretchen is a supremely talented writer and mother to seven.   Peek on over there to see her BIG NEWS!!!!

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Oh Where, Oh Where, Has My Little Blog Gone?

'With it's depth cut short and its wording grown long,
 oh where oh where can it be?  La La La'

Yes, I do I realize the dog/blog play on words is probably only cute to someone (me) who sings nursery songs all day long.  It's the best I have going tonight...wit deficit.

Anyway, a lot's been going on dearest readers who have dwindled to almost none, because I am too busy to post and no one wants to visit sites no one updates.   No worries; I get it.

We had company, some of us went to San Francisco, Nolan was in nine performances of a musical, and I went to my first experience of high school conferences.   And kids and baby have been sick off and on -- hey, did you know the aftermath of nursing a runny nosed toddler looks a little like one's bosom is covered in fish scales?   I'm looking good these days, peeps, I'm looking good.

How to charm the world in animal print: