he looks the way i feel about
the new fall yarns and cooler night air arriving:
very (maybe even overly) excited to the point of giddiness.
let’s ready, set, go… jump right in!
he looks the way i feel about
the new fall yarns and cooler night air arriving:
very (maybe even overly) excited to the point of giddiness.
let’s ready, set, go… jump right in!
i jumped quickly up to check
since it sounded to my mama’s ears
like something had fallen badly down the stairs to the 2nd floor.
instead, i find that my 7 & 8 yr olds
are throwing superballs,
by the handful,
down the stairway to watch them hit the half dutch door at the bottom
and bounce about in the dead end created by it.
(aka: mostly controlled chaos).
but, how unlikely,
as in ‘you couldn’t do that again if you tried’,
is it that one brightly colored ball with a mind of its own
would have bounded down, strick bottom, and then flew at the exact angle
to land specifically like this?
i find this funny, since today ‘x’ definitely marks the spot
where you will mostly find me
catching up on what has backed up during my time at the ocean.
post vacay, i’m relaxed and refreshed and ready to have at it.
on top of that, now i’m laughing
so it’s all good.
this is simple fun.
visit a local farm stand and buy
one ear of corn. not regular corn, popping corn
(which grows on a cob just like more typical corn).
shuck it (pull all the outer greens and hairs off).then spread a very thin layer of oil on the kernels (we used safflower oil)
with your fingers or a paper towel.
put it in a paper bag and microwave for about 1 minute.that’s it. one ear of popping corn made a bowlful of hot fresh popcorn.
a bumper crop!
the kids were fascinated. and i was too.
my youngest calls from the kitchen,
“mama, can i have cookies for a snack?”
having learned my lesson many times before,
i walk to the kitchen to find his little green bowl
full of cookie crumbs (nevermind that it was sitting next to the open cookie tray).
‘hey,’ i say, ‘what are the crumbs already in your bowl from?’
with a straight face
(i do not know how kids don’t crack themselves up) he says,
‘those are grape crumbs from the purple grapes i ate earlier’.
then he waits, fully expecting me to nod and okay his cookie request.
i know he expected me to buy his story by the look of shock on his face
when i questioned his ‘grape crumbs’ theory
and ultimately denied his request for more cookies.
i did in the interest of fairness, offer him ‘more’ purple grapes for his snack.
ha. not my first rodeo.
this is our haul from the trip to the library this morning:
we’ve got everything from extreme science to
bike repair to learning to speak chinese
(and that’s just my 8 yr old’s bag).
if the kids pace themselves,
it should
last them almost the week.
then we’ll head back again, jiggity jig.
yup, they know us by name.
when i was 14 and researching term papers
at the very same public libraray,
i would never have guessed that someday
(which is now)
i’d be bringing my kids back
to the very same building to haul home their very own books.
coming round full circle is cool, but slightly odd, too.
‘haul’ taken from 21:5-6 of john.
my 8 yr old has a lengthy list
of the things he wants to be when he grows up.
included are: author, famous scientist, doctor, inventor, and detective.
imo, he could honestly be any one of them.
his head just works along those lines.
this week at the dentist
he needed novacaine for the very first time.
i put on a brave face,
i asked the neighbors to pray and then
i tried to talk a positive spin onto it.
i said things like, ‘the pinch of the needle doesn’t last long…’,
but i was concerned that the whole numbness thing would freak him out.
because it always freaks me a bit.
i really should have known better.
he was, quite honestly,
thrilled.
he came home after telling us all how great it was,
‘poke my face here. it’ll be so cool. i won’t feel it’,
‘when can i get novacaine again?’,
‘watch this. i’m drinking cold water, but it feels warm in the numb side of my mouth’,
‘please get a picture of me smiling, because only half my face is doing what i tell it to’.
leave it to my boy to be the only kid i’ve ever known
(and i’ve known quite a few)
who wants a shot in his mouth at the dentist.
his fascination knows no bounds.
truly.
‘bounds’ taken from 7:4 of second corinthians.