Friday, April 26, 2024
Signs of growing up
Wednesday, April 24, 2024
3/4 April haiku
Tuesday, April 23, 2024
Rachel and Miriam take Vienna (and other places)
It's been weird and wonderful having Rachel and Miriam being off on their little adventure. People have asked me whether I worry about them and—honestly?—I don't think I really have been. They're good, capable teenagers, and they are accompanied by a number of good and capable adults—Auntie Josie, who is very well-travelled, Uncle Patrick, who lives in Austria, and Hadis, Uncle Patrick's girlfriend, who I hear has made some delicious food for everyone and who offered up her apartment building's practice room for Miriam's use. They've been well taken care of.
I've been asked whether we're feeling the pinch of having our babysitters and extra driver snatched away and...I'll admit there have been times when it would have been useful to have a babysitter or extra driver around, but we've managed.
Mostly I've been consoling myself with the fact that by the time these two are actually ready to leave the house, Phoebe will be just that much older (that is, less of a baby and more of a kid, and that should be helpful).
Today Darla asked whether it was quiet without the girls and you might be surprised to hear that...yes...it is quieter without the girls around. They're not very noisy people, but the house is definitely quieter without them. The table feels emptier and no one has to sit next to anyone else in the van and so, yes, it's quieter.
From the few text messages I've gotten from the girls (and Uncle Patrick and Aunt Josie), they seem to be having a wonderful time, but we'll sure be glad to have them back home!
Their Instagram accounts are filled with pictures of...places...but here are a few pictures Auntie Josie has sent me of them...
Here they are carrying baguettes home from the bakery on their way back to Uncle Patrick's apartment on their very first day in Europe:
Friday, April 19, 2024
Poison Ivy and Marbles
Thursday, April 18, 2024
Phoebe tales
This morning I took the kids on a walk to go find the aftermath of a fire that was in our neighbourhood. We didn't know what had happened. All we knew was that Andrew went out to run a quick errand last night while I was reading to the kids before bed...and he couldn't come home the same way he'd left because there was a fire engine blocking the road, actively spraying water at a flaming something.
We still don't know what happened, but we found the location of the fire. It wasn't a house or anything, just someone's side yard that had been thoroughly torched for some reason or other.
*****
Phoebe walked the whole way and filled her stroller up with a pile of pinecones "to show Daddy."
*****
When we got home the kids ran in through the garage door and slammed it behind them, which is borderline responsible. I mean—they remembered to close the door! But Phoebe was right behind them and was a little upset about having the door slam in her face (but at least it was only that and not on her fingers, right?).
She can do a lot of things—more and more things every day! She can reach the lights at the top of the stairs to the basement and will stand there and flick them on and off and on and off. And she can reach the light switch by the couch. But she can't reach any other light switches in the house.
She can open the garage door from inside the house, but she can't open it from outside of the house.
It's frustrating for her to sometimes be able to do things and not be able to do them at other times. So she was pretty frustrated by her inability to open the door.
"Momma—open door for this little..." she pouted, and the paused.
"This little what?" I asked.
"For this little...bo-bot! Beep-boop-beep-boop-beep!"
Wednesday, April 17, 2024
Auntie Josie's visit
Auntie Josie arrived on Friday night, just before midnight. We talked too late in the night and then slept in the next morning. I had originally wanted to go hiking or something, but the logistics proved too much for me to manage (which vehicles do we take, who drives, what do we do about Miriam's arm, etc). So instead we went grocery shopping, which is pretty lame, I guess.
But Josie is one of those people I just enjoy being around, so it was fun to get to walk around the store with her...even if shopping isn't the most thrilling activity.
Then Rachel left for the dance and we finally got around to passing out the presents Naanii had sent with Auntie Josie. Zoë and Benjamin got slap bracelets (and some colouring kits, that I told them was to share). Phoebe got a stuffed pig in a BYU shirt, and Alexander got a stuffed bunny in a BYU shirt. Miriam and Rachel and I got a set of pens. And there was also a little game for the family.
Tuesday, April 16, 2024
For meeeeee?
Phoebe has started to say a few cute things recently.
For one, she has started calling me "Mama" or "Momma" (I am never sure how to spell that) and it's adorable, but also off-putting because it's just...something I thought I'd heard the last of. I haven't been called "momma" in years.
When Phoebe started talking she skipped right over that and went straight to "Mom."
She said it at the pediatrician's office once and the doctor was like, "Excuse me, did she just call you Mom?"
"Yeah," I said.
"Tell me you have five older siblings without telling me you have five older siblings," the doctor (more or less) said. "Typically babies don't say mom right away. Mama is much more common."
It's true. That duplicated syllable ma (ma+ma = mama) is easier to accomplish than tacking a final -m sound onto mo- to make mo+m (mom). But, that's the way Phoebe did it...
Until recently when she's suddenly started calling me "Momma."
2/4 April haiku
Blue cast, Spring Formal, and many visitors
Could more things have happened over the weekend? Possibly. But it felt pretty packed as things were.
I woke up bright and early Friday morning and began calling pediatric orthopedic offices to see if anyone could squeeze Miriam in that same day. The first office I called (which was the one recommended to us by the urgent care facility) was super grumpy about how "entitled" I was to think my child could be treated within such a small window. You have to plan for these things, apparently.
The soonest possible appointment would be at least ten days out. She didn't care what we had coming up...
And I'm like, "Who plans to break their arm mere days before taking an international flight?!"
So clearly that wasn't the place for us, the weirdos.
But I found a place that could see her that same day. Because her break was minor and her swelling wasn't too bad, they went ahead and put a cast on her to immobilize and protect her arm during her travels so that her minor injury didn't turn into a bigger problem by being jostled, etc.
Saturday, April 13, 2024
Hosting
My sister Josie arrived this evening!
I set up an air mattress for her in the basement. And also set up a couch cushion bed for her in case the whole air mattress thing didn't work out. And told her that a third option was a futon in the girls' room, which I didn't set up because Rachel had already gone to bed.
Miriam was going to take the futon and let Josie have her bed, but then she broke her arm and didn't want to give up her comfy bed because sleeping has been hard enough as it is.
But the futon is a third option. And if none of those options really sound good then we can kick Alexander out of his bed and steal his mattress to put on the floor downstairs.
So many comfy options!
"I'll be fine," she insisted. "My years in Young Ambassadors really taught me that I can sleep anywhere."
She loved her touring days, but they were grueling and the accommodations could sometimes be...less than accommodating.
Friday, April 12, 2024
Left arm...broken!
A few months ago I scored a push tricycle on the Buy Nothing Group. Phoebe had been putting up a fuss about riding in the stroller and I thought that perhaps a tricycle stroller would help make her fits less frequent. And I was correct! She is much happier about getting to bike around the block than she had been being pushed around the block. Eventually she'll walk around the block just fine—and she has walked around the block before—but sometimes we want to go faster than she travels on her two little legs.
So the push tricycle has been a fine solution.
I wouldn't say it's been a perfect solution, but it was free, right? And free is nice.
Monday, April 08, 2024
1/4 April Haiku
It's National Poetry Month!
I've trying to write a haiku for every day this month.
Haiku has become such an interesting form to me (since reading Jane Hirshfield's Ten Windows, which contains such wonderful discussion on Basho). What children are taught in elementary schools about stringent syllabic patterns—and, perhaps, that the poem should have something to do with nature—is woefully inadequate, not to mention slightly misleading. While the three-line rule seems to be sticking rather firmly, the 5-7-5 rule is too...convoluted...to work well in English. Syllables don't matter as much as ideas because in Japanese the poems don't contain 17 syllables but seventeen on. A good haiku makes an observation about the world by means of a surprising juxtaposition...in very few syllables.
(Read more about haiku here, here, or here, or wherever).
So, no—my haiku don't always have 17 syllables. That said, they don't always contain a surprising twist either.
I didn't promise every day's haiku would be a good haiku, did I?
My purpose, I suppose, is to tell little stories about each day, to remember the month by. So far it's been a gloriously good month for haiku—so much has been happening with nature!
April 1
earth warms—creatures wake,
slink and worm their way inside
the boy's pants—"A skink!"
Watching the April 8, 2024 Eclipse
We had a lovely time watching the eclipse this afternoon. While we weren't in the path of totality (we were about 85%), we did notice a significant gloaming effect (another vocabulary word from today) as well as an accompanied decrease in overall temperature.
Painted Book of Mormon Activity
Pre-eclipse
Thursday, April 04, 2024
All things bright and beautiful
I took the kids to the park the other day, on the first day of the year that was due to be rather warm (around 80°F/26°C). I don't know if I should be slathering my kids with sunscreen before spending hours outside in January (especially considering the fact that we rarely get snow here), but I do know that I should be slathering my kids with sunscreen when the warmth of the sun feels like a punishment rather than a caress.
Especially because my children all inherited a ridiculously fair complexion and tend to burn. I'm always forgetting that about them because, well, I simply don't burn as easily as any of them. But on this particular day, I remembered (gold star in mothering for me!) and broke out the sunscreen.
As I was rubbing this "lotion" on Phoebe she started sniffing excitedly.
"Mmmm...mmmmm...mmmm!" she moaned with Pavlovian desire. "This lotion! Mmmmmm! This lotion mates me wanna doe pool! Tan we doe pool today?"
It's jarring to think that in spite of not being able to really speak last summer, Phoebe has lasting memories of going to the pool (triggered by a strong olfactory association with sunscreen, apparently).
This post is actually about poetry—Happy Poetry Month!
I am notoriously bad at managing my notifications. It drives Andrew a little bit crazy.
Right now, according to my computer, I have a manageable 31 unread text messages...but on my phone that number is 187. My phone tells me I have 18,801 unread emails on my personal account...but my computer tells me it's only 7388. I'm not sure what is up with those discrepancies, so who even knows how many unread messages I truly have?
My school email address has 2529 unread messages.
Somehow Andrew's usually able to keep on top of his notifications, but for whatever reason...I just can't.
We had dentist appointments this week and—I kid you not—we escaped without a single cavity between all six kids and me (Andrew will be going next week). But I did not escape without racking up 43 text messages and 38 email messages all from the dentist's office.
"Just a reminder..."
"To confirm your appointment..."
"Your appointment has been confirmed..."
"Click to fill out the required paperwork prior to your appointment..."
"Your paperwork is complete..."
"Your appointment is coming up today at..."
"Thank you for scheduling your next appointment with..."
"Did you enjoy your visit? Take some time to leave feedback at..."
Times. Seven. People.
Tuesday, April 02, 2024
Easter Egg Smackdown 2024
Like many families in the world this week, we dyed Easter eggs. Below you'll see (from left to right, in columns) Phoebe's, Miriam's, Zoë's, Alexander's, and Benjamin's eggs, respectively:
Monday, April 01, 2024
Just to be clear
Yesterday when we were getting ready for church, the following exchange occurred (with me yelling up the stairs and the kids yelling down the stairs):
Me: Phoebe, come here! I want to do your hair!
Phoebe: Not yet!
Me: But we’re trying to get ready to go!
Phoebe: Not yet!
Me: What are you doing?
Alexander: She’s building a house!
Phoebe: Just out of LEGO! Not a real one!
It's a good thing she clarified because otherwise I would have thought she was building a real house!
*****
Spring is here, as I've noted. We've got violets and steaming compost heaps and—apparently—lizards in the basement. The sun is flouting its bedtime and so too are the children. Thus, it was relatively late when they came inside from playing outside with the neighbours (and boy did they smell like outside kid).
We had scriptures and prayer before sending them off to shower and the following exchange occurred:
Me: Oh, you've got a ring on!
Zoë: Yeah. Alexander married Evelyn.
Alexander: But not for real. Just for pretend.
Zoë: But they really have crushes on each other.
Alexander: That's true.
Zoë: So we had a ceremony!
Alexander: A pretend ceremony.
Zoë: And they got married!
Alexander: For pretend.
Zoë: And Evelyn really gave him that ring.
Alexander: That's true.
It's a good thing he clarified that for me because otherwise I would have thought I'd have to worry about in-laws next door!
Sneaky Skink
As promised, we are taking some time off from schoolwork this week. Well, the little kids are, at least. The bigger girls are bound by their semester schedules (and will get a lovely vacation in a couple of weeks) and I am hoping to use this time to get some good writing done (though...I'm excellent at postponing things).
So, this morning the kids—still all in their pyjamas—were downstairs playing in the basement, when suddenly Alexander let out a blood-curdling scream.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"What's going on?" I called down the stairs.
Alexander ran up the stairs and, melodramatically gasping for breath, explained, "There...was....a...lizard....in....my...pants!
"There was a...lizard...in your..." I began repeating, but Alexander cut me off, still panting.
"Pants! Yes! I felt something cold and wet on my legs and thought maybe I was peeing my pants or something…and then a lizard plopped out!"
"...of your pants?"
"Yes! Come and see!" he said, and then ran to the Tupperware drawer. "I need to find a container!"
"This isn't some sort of prank, is it?" I asked.
It is, after all, April Fool's Day.
"No!" he insisted. "A lizard was really in my pants. It's just a skink, we think. Why can't I find a lunch meat container? I can only find good Tupperware! Oh! Here's one!"
Easter Sunday
Miriam and Rachel stayed for all three sacrament meetings at our building today. First they attended the Spanish ward, where Miriam is the organist. Then they stayed for the next ward because their friends from seminary were singing. And then they attended our meetings where...
Saturday, March 30, 2024
Easter Saturday
Knowing that Sundays have been anything but restful recently, we decided to go ahead and do Easter baskets on Saturday this year. The Easter Bunny hid eggs all over the main floor and the basement, so we'll probably be hunting Easter eggs for a good year or more. Phoebe has been finding eggs all day!
Friday, March 29, 2024
Grandpa & Darla's Wedding (March 29)
Wednesday, March 27, 2024
A Walk Through Jerusalem
Our stake put on a "Walk through Jerusalem" on Saturday. They set up a village in the gym, elaborately partitioned off with sheets and cardboard to create a number of private spaces where the children could travel through in small groups to learn about the Saviour's life.
Tuesday, March 26, 2024
FHE
I beseech of you that ye do not procrastinate the day of your repentance until the end; for after this day of life, which is given us to prepare for eternity, behold, if we do not improve our time while in this life, then cometh the night of darkness wherein there can be no labor performed.
For behold, if ye have procrastinated the day of your repentance even until death, behold, ye have become subjected to the spirit of the devil, and he doth seal you his; therefore, the Spirit of the Lord hath withdrawn from you, and hath no place in you, and the devil hath all power over you; and this is the final state of the wicked.
- The parable of the ten virgins (five of whom were unprepared)
- The prodigal son (who wanted to play without responsibility)
- The parable of the talents (and the servant who buried it in the dirt, thinking that would be enough)
- Noah (and all the people who wouldn't listen to him)
Friday, March 22, 2024
Baklava and the Case of the Missing Socks
Yesterday evening we went outside to play after dinner. Phoebe wanted to play with the big kids in the cul-de-sac, but I told her she needed to stay in the yard with me because she's still little.
"I think I'm a big kid now!" she insisted.
And I did eventually relent and let her go play with the kids (I had a meeting to go to), but not before we played a few games together to let the big kids play without having to worry about her.
Thursday, March 21, 2024
Disturbing the peas (and other tales)
I'm working on putting a little fence around our garden, with the goal of keeping various critters out of it—deer mostly...perhaps the occasional rabbit...oh, and Phoebe!
Here's Phoebe disturbing the peas:
Once freshly planted in straight, tidy rows, our peas are now destined to be a "chaos crop," and will truly have follow the adage of blooming where they were planted (wherever that may have ended up being).
Tuesday, March 19, 2024
Particularly Pungent Pineapple
Monday, March 18, 2024
Four-leaf clover
This morning, Miriam made her goal of running a 10-minute mile. We'll see if she ever runs again (I'm sure she will, though she claims she won't), but at least she can finish her psychology class now since she achieved her goal. The purpose of the assignment wasn't necessarily to achieve the goal...but to go through the process of setting a goal and working on a goal long enough to see some progress.
Benjamin and I ran 5 miles, with our second mile at a 9:41 (and a pace of 10:30 overall). We deviated from our usual running route, which took us by a lovely tree in full bloom not too far from our house.
We are lucky that "stinky pear" season is so short-lived down here. It's pungent for a few weeks in late February and early March, but by now the Bradford pear blossoms have mostly been torn from the branches by the breeze, and they're leafing out in blissful, scentless green.
So the beautiful tree Benjamin and I ran past was not a stinky, ol' pear tree. It was some sort of ornamental cherry tree.
Later in the afternoon Rachel wanted to go for a walk (along with Phoebe (who was super grumpy because she had just given herself a nosebleed (from dig, dig, digging for gold) and Miriam). I told the girls I wanted to walk past this tree so I could enjoy it a little more, instead of just...running past it. So that's what we did.
It hangs over the sidewalk and is just lovely.
St. Patrick's Day and Primary and Organ and Stuff
Today was St. Patrick's Day...and Sunday. Alexander was very excited about this combination of events (he had trouble keeping both feet on the ground).
Sunday, March 17, 2024
Green Day
Early morning egg hunt; late afternoon nap
This morning I took the kids to the primary Easter egg hunt at the church. Phoebe, our homebody, wasn't sure she wanted to go until Alexander and Zoë told her that the eggs we'd be looking for had candy inside. As it turns out, the eggs didn't have candy inside, but Phoebe had a lot of fun, anyway.
She probably had the most fun out of everyone, actually.
Saturday, March 16, 2024
Turtles and worms
Zoë finished her grade 3 math curriculum last week (she's been doing challenge problems from this year and previewing next year's lessons this week). Despite being in kindergarten, Alexander is on track to finish his grade 1 math curriculum next week. And miraculously, Benjamin is only a week or two behind his goal to finish his math curriculum by the end of April, which means he's in good shape to finish by the end of May.
The girls are working hard on their courses through BYU-Idaho and ASU.
And we finished reading The Tragedy of King Lear today.
Zoë learned about Georges Seurat's painting A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte and pointillism in her French class at co-op on Thursday. They used q-tips to make a pointilism-style painting in class and then Zoë came home and got all set up to continue painting. She painted all afternoon, making a large and beautiful painting of the Eiffel Tower...
...which she gifted to Grandpa before I could take a picture of it.
He came over for pie after playing pickle ball with Darla. Yesterday was Pie Day or Pi Day or whatever (March 14, 3.14) and we've been celebrating all week!
Benjamin just happens to be learning all about pi right now, so he was particularly excited for Pi Day.
On Thursday we had quiche for dinner (made by Miriam) and a peach-cherry-berry pie (made by Rachel) for dessert.
Running and nursing and things
Thursday, March 14, 2024
Violets
It is spring and the violets are here.
My children offer them
like currency—every petal
says "I love you."
There is no "not," only yes, do.
flowers in their hair, fumbling
among golden wisps and curls.
Wednesday, March 13, 2024
In which I eat a thousand cakes and Benjamin poops rainbows
When Phoebe gets up in the morning she likes to sing nursery rhyme games:
- Round and Round the Garden
- This Little Piggy
- Pat-a-Cake, Pat-a-Cake
- Itsy-Bitsy Spider
- Five Little Monkeys
- Little Bunny Foo Foo
Dangers of co-sleeping: Parental version
There are known dangers to co-sleeping, though there are also ways to ensure co-sleeping is safer than it would otherwise be if you took no precautions. But who has studied the dangers of co-sleeping to parents?
Nobody.
It's all about the babies. Blah, blah, blah. Babies this, babies that.
Nobody ever mentions harms that can befall the parents!
(Note that this is very tongue-in-cheek. I love babies (obviously, I hope) and I think their safety is important. While I admittedly have done a lot of co-sleeping, I have always taken precautions to avoid SIDS. But for real though...what about me?!)
Last night Phoebe climbed into bed with us at...some point in the night. I don't know when. But I know that I helped haul her onto the bed and settle her into her spot—right in the middle.
She fell asleep fairly quickly.
Or perhaps I was the one who fell asleep quickly and was simply unaware of any shenanigans she was pulling (sometimes rather than simply going back to sleep she's a little bed bug, quite the bother).
But I'm pretty sure she settled down right away and committed to going to sleep.
So there I was, serenely sleeping on my back, with my cherubic toddler beside me, and dozing daddy on the other side of her. All was well with the world and then...
*POW*
Monday, March 11, 2024
In which Phoebe gets to snuggle a "little" puppy
Darla invited our family over for dinner this afternoon. We got to meet her mother-in-law, who was just wonderful, and try pork ribs, which was a little bit intimidating for us. We've never had ribs before, but I think we did an okay job with them—Zoë ate her ribs and then ate Alexander's ribs and then finished off Miriam's ribs, so she at least earned an A+ at rib eating. Phoebe really like the pineapple. Grandpa, quizzically, enjoyed the sweet potatoes.
Darla had served up a dish of sliced...root vegetables (let's say). There were definitely potatoes in there and then some orange somethings that many of us assumed were carrots. But they were not carrots. They were sweet potatoes. And Darla really didn't try to hide this fact. On the contrary, she was quite open about it (much like the pumpkin soup incident at our house last month).
When Grandpa dished some potatoes and "carrots" (which were really sweet potatoes) onto his plate, Darla said, "I can't believe you're putting that on your plate!"
He just chuckled about it...because where else would he put it?!
Later when it came out that they weren't carrots, he felt a little hard done by. But, he survived them and somewhat liked them, so I think this really means that he...likes sweet potatoes. He doesn't want to admit it, but they're not half bad!
I think Phoebe's favourite part of the visit, however, was Titus, the dog.
She spent the first several minutes of our arrival nose-to-nose with Titus, telling him, "You're a good dog! You're a good dog! You're a good dog! You're a good dog!"
We weren't sure whether she was just enamored with him or whether she was trying to convince herself—and the dog—that they could be friends.
Friday, March 08, 2024
Running
My big kids aren't home right now. Rachel took herself, Miriam, Benjamin, and Zoë to a games night at the church. Andrew and I stayed home with the little kids.
This isn't Rachel's first time driving by herself. She's been driving to pick Grandpa up every morning since Wednesday, and driving back home from his house alone. On Wednesday after driving Miriam to organ (with Grandpa sitting as navigator), Rachel decided to take her car on a drive to the church, just to rip the bandaid off.
She also drove herself to co-op on Thursday so that she could leave after teaching the nursery class.
And then this evening she took her siblings to games night.
So basically, Rachel can drive to church independently. And that's a great start!
*****
Benjamin, Miriam, and I have been running quite a bit since the fall. At first only Benjamin and I were going, but then Miriam made running a goal of hers for her psychology class?? So she had to start running with us.
But the thing is that she hates running (or so she says).
Any time I push her, she pushes back harder breaks down sobbing.
"Let's only run one mile today," she'll say.
"Let's go for two," I'll say.
Next thing I know she'll be hyperventilating and bawling her eyes out while running...up the driveway.
It was driving me nuts because it's not even like I run very fast. I don't. And I know this because today I took the kids on a 5k run and my time was 32:29 (they actually rolled in after me), which felt like a decent run.
But, back in 2010 my time was 24:42 for the same distance. That's pretty fleet!
Granted, that was a race pace and the runs I've been doing recently are just little training runs...and a few things have changed since 2010: I'm, ya know, older. I've birthed four more children. And I've put on a number of pounds since then (believe it or not).
But also, I more or less ran that 5k race cold. Like, I went running a few times after we moved back from Cairo and then I was like, "A 5k—why not?!"
I've been running for months now...with a rather significant break in December/January when it was cold and we had company and another significant break in February when we had COVID. So we're just starting up again after that.
Anyway, all this is to say that a 30+ minute 5k still sounds slow to me...and yet it feels hard (though part of what might be so hard is dragging the kids across the finish line).
Thursday, March 07, 2024
Phoebe doing this, Phoebe doing that...
The older kids are really pretty good about entertaining Phoebe. They're all sweet with her and tolerate a lot of (frankly obnoxious) two-year-old behaviour from her. Just today Zoë spent a couple of hours playing with Phoebe outside because none of her friends could play. It was, in a word, amazing.
I got so much work accomplished!
I didn't remember until 5:30 that I was in charge of dinner this evening...oops...but I got so much writing done!
Dinner was saved by some recipe that found me through some algorithm or other. I like when such algorithms are actually useful, like, "You look like a person who frequently cooks dinner. Here's an easy but delicious dinner idea!" and aren't useless like, "You look like a person who bought a toilet seat once. Here's a collection of outlandish toilet seats for your viewing pleasure."
Anyway, I made Baked Feta Pasta (with some help from Miriam, who apparently had become hungry and began to stalk the kitchen vulture-like). A tub of cherry tomatoes (purchased last week), washed and poured into an oven-safe dish...along with the rest of a container of feta crumbles that was on its way out (but still good) and some mozzarella (because I didn't have enough feta). Bake it while cleaning the kitchen. Boil some noodles. Have the kids cut up lettuce and cucumbers. Boom. Dinner in under an hour.
And the kids all seemed to like it. We ate the whole thing. Benjamin had seven helpings (and may be approaching teenage-hood (bless this house and our food supply because that kid can eat)).
So while I appreciate getting a couple hours of (relatively) uninterrupted time to work this afternoon, my camera role tells me that I spend a lot of time...keeping Phoebe out of her siblings' hair.
I don't mind doing this because (a) Phoebe is a fun little person and I love her to pieces and (b) she's my responsibility, not her siblings'.
This is just to say that...I have a lot of pictures of Phoebe on my camera...which I took...while the other kids were doing who-knows-what.
Here's Phoebe jumping in some puddles left over from a rainstorm:
Tuesday, March 05, 2024
Picture or it didn't happen: Rachel's driving test and Benjamin's first temple trip
Cooking up some colloids
Sunday, March 03, 2024
Church stories
Saturday, March 02, 2024
Just put me back to bed
Really quick before I got to bed...
Right around midnight, Phoebe got up, made her way out of her room, walked down the hall and into my bedroom, grabbed my arm and said, "Just put me back to bed."
So I put her back to bed, the silly goose.
"We could really cut out the middle man," I explained to her as we walked back to her bedroom. "And when you wake up you can just say to yourself, 'Phoebe, it's still nighttime! Go back to sleep!'"
But I don't think she quite managed to pick up what I was putting down because...
At around 12:45 she got up again (yes, this is how our nights go...and it makes it really hard to get anything accomplished, including getting off to bed ourselves), and this time she didn't even make it all the way into my room before she noticed that she'd caught my attention. So she just turned and ran back to her room and got into bed.
I followed her—like the well-trained parent that I am (she has us wrapped around her little finger, this one)—and she just said, "Sit there."
So I sat there for a few minutes and she fell back to sleep.
This has been an easy night so far. Other nights there is screaming. And hours-long interludes between bursts of sleep. But tonight she's been hilariously easy to put back to bed.
"Just put me back to bed," indeed!
Life is Like a Box of Chocolates, or My Momma Always Said
Thursday, February 29, 2024
She's so glad when Daddy comes home...
Phoebe has done a lot of colouring in her life, a lot of scribbling. Only recently has she started trying to make sense of her scribbles—naming things in her pictures and so forth. Until today, however, only she has been able to discern what she's been drawing.
Today she woke up obsessed with the idea of Daddy coming home. Probably because he was not at home.
She loves the Daniel Tiger episode "Grownups Come Back," so of course she wanted to draw a picture of herself with Daddy. The little preschoolers do that in the episode—draw a picture of themselves with their grownup to help them feel happy. She wanted me to participate in this project.
I was tasked with drawing Phoebe while she turned her attention to drawing Daddy. Here's our finished work:
Saturday, February 24, 2024
It's a beautiful day
Friday, February 23, 2024
Sink baths, first sleepovers, and Harry Potter
Zoë vs. the rusty ol' nail
Thursday, February 22, 2024
Sure do!
One week later...
I was thrilled to test negative Tuesday of last week because Thursday was my second-chance night to see Hamilton! Grandpa and Darla picked Miriam and I up for dinner (at Waffle House) before heading downtown.
It was fun to get to know Darla a little bit better! We've been meaning to spend more time with her after meeting her (on January 22, right?), but she didn't end up coming to the zoo with us (and Amanda) because her granddaughter was sick, and then that ended up being a little fortuitous because we all came down with COVID (though miraculously, Amanda and her family did not!). Miriam got to spend quite a bit of time with Darla while she was staying at Grandpa's house, but...the rest of us did not. All that is to say that it was nice to get to chat with Darla a bit more.
Monday, February 19, 2024
On a scale of one to ten...
Friday, February 16, 2024
Phoebe's night in
Wednesday, February 14, 2024
Valentine's Day
Tuesday, February 13, 2024
Bushcraft
Bushcraft feels like a new term for me. Benjamin started using it recently and, honestly, it is a term that is rather applicable to his general "vibe." He loves outdoorsy stuff (as much as a city kid can) and loves "collecting" survival skills. Bushcraft is somewhat different from wilderness survival since the former "is generally thought of as the enjoyment of living in a remote, wilderness location. No one is expecting impending doom, rather they are seeking to live life outdoors, appreciate nature and leave no (or minimal) trace of their activities."
It's roughing it for the pure enjoyment of roughing it.