More snow today, devolving to wintry mix later on. Here's what it looked like in front of our house over the weekend:
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
quickie
A long update w/lots of pics and a Winter Holiday report is in the works, but here's something sweet from yesterday. Walking to taekwondo in Central Square, we looked down River St. at a pink sunset sky. "Look at that beautiful smoke!" Sam pointed to a smokestack by the river with a Mary Poppins-esque billow coming out of it. "Yup, it's all nice and purple-y against the sky, isnt' it?" I said. "It's beautiful to look at, but bad for the Earth," said Sam.
More snow today, devolving to wintry mix later on. Here's what it looked like in front of our house over the weekend:
More snow today, devolving to wintry mix later on. Here's what it looked like in front of our house over the weekend:
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Thursday, December 9, 2010
PS
Today at my parent worktime shift at daycare, I watched Frida and C., a slightly younger baby, dividing up a set of squeezy bath toys. I thought they would squabble over them, but F. handed two of the four over to C. as C. reached for them, and afterward (as I called over "nice sharing, Frida!", she signed "thank you". And just now she signed it again after giving me a piece of paper she'd found on the ground. I think for her it means "I just did something thanks-worthy!" (Kind of like when Sam was about 20 months old, and would stride into his daycare classroom calling out "Hi, Sam!")
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
thanksgiving and hanukah
...and here we are a whole week into December already.
Thanksgiving was lovely; we had dinner here with Grandma and Grandpa, Aunt Liz, Aunt Sara, Uncle Dan, and Ezra, Aunt Sara's mother and brother, and Omi, who decided not to accompany Opa on a business trip to Europe and joined us instead. Despite some turkey-roasting mysteriousness (very odd thermometer readings; time for a new battery, apparently), everything worked out very well in the end, thanks in large part to much help in the kitchen from Omi and Aunt Liz, several dishes brought over by Grandma, and Uncle Dan's first (scrumptious) pie. We all hung out over the next couple of days, digesting. It was a nice time.
I also got an early Christmas present-- a sewing machine (-: I'm looking forward to making new curtains for Sam's room and a little pillow out of one of Frida's early dresses... though it's been many years since I've operated a sewing machine. I think I've done so since 8th grade home ec, but I can't be sure about that...
Just a couple of days (and a Mary Poppins sing-a-long) later, it was the first night of Hanukah. We managed to light the candles every night but one this year, and now Sam and I kinda-sorta know the prayers. We weren't very good about recording gift-opening in photos, but Sam is newly awash in construction toys (legos from G'ma and G'pa, a keva-plank-based ball course kit from his aunts and uncle, and k'nex robot kits from us), and Frida has new stacking toys and shoes, among other things.
We've spent the last few days in various stages and varieties of virus affliction-- stomach flu, brought home from Frida's daycare classroom, then colds for both me and F.-- so I've missed three days of work this week. Yesterday, though, when it was clear that post-barf Sam felt fine, but it was too late in the day for it to be worth going to school, we had a nice relaxed couple of hours running errands together before his last Math Circle of the year. He emptied out the charity box he's been depositing one of four weekly allowance quarters into and we bought some art supplies and dropped them off at a Toys for Tots box (along with some other gifts). We also bought some stationery supplies, and he noted that both the boxed cards of ancient Buddhist art and the cards of Inuit art look "myth-ish". As for Math Circle: Sam now has an understanding of factors and prime numbers (though in the car afterwards I had to clarify that it's Prime and not Crime numbers...), and both J. and I have been finding the class fun to sit through as well-- I have a hard time focusing on the work I bring with me if it's my turn to be there.
Frida's new favorite things to do are climbing on top of the one dining chair that has rungs underneath, and drawing with markers. To do the first, she steps up on the rung and then hauls herself the rest of the way with arms and knees, then stands up proudly. Once she figures out that she can actually *push* the chair to any higher surface she'd like to reach, life as we know it will be over. All of the kid markers we have in the house are washable, though we're not anxious to test exactly *how* washable they are. So for now she is fairly strictly supervised, and sits for many minutes at the little table that used to be Sam's "desk", and which he's now graciously sharing, making marks on paper with markers. She favors brown, which shouldn't be surprising given how much of her clothing is that color...
Frida is also getting increasingly good at making herself understood. Tonight, delaying bedtime, she signed "eat", and then said "wooo", meaning that she wanted cheerios (which she got and happily nibbled). She roars like a lion, beats her chest like a gorilla, and reports that dogs say "wfff", owls say "hoo hoo", cows say "mmmm" and roosters say "doo-doo". Most of her consonants are alveolar, heavily favoring "d" and "n" sounds: she calls me "Na-na" and balls "daww"; doggies, duckies, and Daddy all sound kind of like "Dah-dee!", but with differential levels of enthusiasm. (Daddy rates the highest, of course... in fact, when she had the barfing flu, she wanted to be held by J. all night and walked around, wanting me only for milk access and actively rejecting me the rest of the time. Our kids apparently read Freud. Far from minding, I gratefully rolled over and slept, knowing that there would be a day shift to follow.)
We're headed to MN and arctic weather in just over ten days, looking forward to Christmas with Omi and Opa, and to playing in the snow, but not so much to the single-digit temperatures. Here's hoping it warms up a bit before then.
Some deep thoughts to close: Tonight at dinner Sam first mused that he "can't imagine there being no me." And a little while later said, "You never die in dreams."
Pictures next time, I promise!
Thanksgiving was lovely; we had dinner here with Grandma and Grandpa, Aunt Liz, Aunt Sara, Uncle Dan, and Ezra, Aunt Sara's mother and brother, and Omi, who decided not to accompany Opa on a business trip to Europe and joined us instead. Despite some turkey-roasting mysteriousness (very odd thermometer readings; time for a new battery, apparently), everything worked out very well in the end, thanks in large part to much help in the kitchen from Omi and Aunt Liz, several dishes brought over by Grandma, and Uncle Dan's first (scrumptious) pie. We all hung out over the next couple of days, digesting. It was a nice time.
I also got an early Christmas present-- a sewing machine (-: I'm looking forward to making new curtains for Sam's room and a little pillow out of one of Frida's early dresses... though it's been many years since I've operated a sewing machine. I think I've done so since 8th grade home ec, but I can't be sure about that...
Just a couple of days (and a Mary Poppins sing-a-long) later, it was the first night of Hanukah. We managed to light the candles every night but one this year, and now Sam and I kinda-sorta know the prayers. We weren't very good about recording gift-opening in photos, but Sam is newly awash in construction toys (legos from G'ma and G'pa, a keva-plank-based ball course kit from his aunts and uncle, and k'nex robot kits from us), and Frida has new stacking toys and shoes, among other things.
We've spent the last few days in various stages and varieties of virus affliction-- stomach flu, brought home from Frida's daycare classroom, then colds for both me and F.-- so I've missed three days of work this week. Yesterday, though, when it was clear that post-barf Sam felt fine, but it was too late in the day for it to be worth going to school, we had a nice relaxed couple of hours running errands together before his last Math Circle of the year. He emptied out the charity box he's been depositing one of four weekly allowance quarters into and we bought some art supplies and dropped them off at a Toys for Tots box (along with some other gifts). We also bought some stationery supplies, and he noted that both the boxed cards of ancient Buddhist art and the cards of Inuit art look "myth-ish". As for Math Circle: Sam now has an understanding of factors and prime numbers (though in the car afterwards I had to clarify that it's Prime and not Crime numbers...), and both J. and I have been finding the class fun to sit through as well-- I have a hard time focusing on the work I bring with me if it's my turn to be there.
Frida's new favorite things to do are climbing on top of the one dining chair that has rungs underneath, and drawing with markers. To do the first, she steps up on the rung and then hauls herself the rest of the way with arms and knees, then stands up proudly. Once she figures out that she can actually *push* the chair to any higher surface she'd like to reach, life as we know it will be over. All of the kid markers we have in the house are washable, though we're not anxious to test exactly *how* washable they are. So for now she is fairly strictly supervised, and sits for many minutes at the little table that used to be Sam's "desk", and which he's now graciously sharing, making marks on paper with markers. She favors brown, which shouldn't be surprising given how much of her clothing is that color...
Frida is also getting increasingly good at making herself understood. Tonight, delaying bedtime, she signed "eat", and then said "wooo", meaning that she wanted cheerios (which she got and happily nibbled). She roars like a lion, beats her chest like a gorilla, and reports that dogs say "wfff", owls say "hoo hoo", cows say "mmmm" and roosters say "doo-doo". Most of her consonants are alveolar, heavily favoring "d" and "n" sounds: she calls me "Na-na" and balls "daww"; doggies, duckies, and Daddy all sound kind of like "Dah-dee!", but with differential levels of enthusiasm. (Daddy rates the highest, of course... in fact, when she had the barfing flu, she wanted to be held by J. all night and walked around, wanting me only for milk access and actively rejecting me the rest of the time. Our kids apparently read Freud. Far from minding, I gratefully rolled over and slept, knowing that there would be a day shift to follow.)
We're headed to MN and arctic weather in just over ten days, looking forward to Christmas with Omi and Opa, and to playing in the snow, but not so much to the single-digit temperatures. Here's hoping it warms up a bit before then.
Some deep thoughts to close: Tonight at dinner Sam first mused that he "can't imagine there being no me." And a little while later said, "You never die in dreams."
Pictures next time, I promise!
Saturday, November 20, 2010
jokes from Sam
Two he made up today:
What do frogs like to eat?
French flies!
What do cats say when they are feeling impatient?
me-now!
(-:
We are also big fans of this one, which we heard at the Billy Jonas concert a couple of weeks ago:
Knock knock!
Who's there?
Interrupting chicken!
Interrup..
bGAWK bGAWK!
What do frogs like to eat?
French flies!
What do cats say when they are feeling impatient?
me-now!
(-:
We are also big fans of this one, which we heard at the Billy Jonas concert a couple of weeks ago:
Knock knock!
Who's there?
Interrupting chicken!
Interrup..
bGAWK bGAWK!
Sunday, November 14, 2010
mom tricks
Things have been so hectic that I haven't been writing much down; the days go by in a blur and when there's a minute to spare I've been spending it organizing old paperwork (I *finally* found a filing system that I think will work for us; it's boring so I won't go into it, but I've been fighting paper piles forever and now I think I have a solution that's intuitive and also solves the "what to store for how long" issue. Yay! Now I just have to implement it backwards-- 2010 and 2009 are done.)
The weekend before Halloween, Grandma and Grandpa visited, and we had a nice weekend with them. Frida also had her first swimming class (with me), at the same time as Sam's class, in a different part of the same pool. It's been a little cold, so she's not as into it as I'd predicted based on her love of the bath. But she likes it. Sam's getting better at swimming, too; we need to get some more pool time in so he can practice and get more independent with his doggy paddling.
This weekend was absolutely gorgeous, especially yesterday. We spent some time outside in the afternoon, and I had to take some pictures of the Japanese maple against the sky:
The kids ran around but I couldn't get either of them to pose. Frida loves going up and down the stairs:
Yesterday afternoon Sam went to a birthday party at a pool. After swimming and before cake, I was helping him get his socks back onto wet feet. He was complimentary about my skills, watching me succeed where he’d so recently failed:
“How’d you learn to do that?”
“It’s a mom trick.”
“You mean you learn how to do it when you become a mom?”
“Yup.”
“Do dads learn it too?”
“Yup.”
He got his scheme-y face.
“Mom, I have a plan. When I get older, I’m going to get married, and then I’m going to have a baby with the person I’m married to. Then I'll learn that trick too!”
“That sounds great, Sam!”
“It’s going to be a woman that I get married to, ok?”
“OK, that sounds good too.”
“I already know who it is. But it’s a secret. I’m not going to tell you. It’s somebody I know already.”
(More secretive, scheme-y smiling.)
“Okey-dokey, Sam.”
Tonight after dinner before bed, the four of us went for a short walk in the neighborhood. Frida was toddling along as fast as she could, occasionally growling at Sam, or shrieking with excitement as she tried to catch him. Sam was skipping and hopping along ("I can hop like a kangaroo forever") and thinking thoughts, which he shared with us generously and pretty much continuously. "I have an idea for what to do if I wanted to scare away a bad person. I would look really fierce-- fiercer than I am. I'm not really fierce, but I would look fierce..."
The weekend before Halloween, Grandma and Grandpa visited, and we had a nice weekend with them. Frida also had her first swimming class (with me), at the same time as Sam's class, in a different part of the same pool. It's been a little cold, so she's not as into it as I'd predicted based on her love of the bath. But she likes it. Sam's getting better at swimming, too; we need to get some more pool time in so he can practice and get more independent with his doggy paddling.
This weekend was absolutely gorgeous, especially yesterday. We spent some time outside in the afternoon, and I had to take some pictures of the Japanese maple against the sky:
The kids ran around but I couldn't get either of them to pose. Frida loves going up and down the stairs:
Yesterday afternoon Sam went to a birthday party at a pool. After swimming and before cake, I was helping him get his socks back onto wet feet. He was complimentary about my skills, watching me succeed where he’d so recently failed:
“How’d you learn to do that?”
“It’s a mom trick.”
“You mean you learn how to do it when you become a mom?”
“Yup.”
“Do dads learn it too?”
“Yup.”
He got his scheme-y face.
“Mom, I have a plan. When I get older, I’m going to get married, and then I’m going to have a baby with the person I’m married to. Then I'll learn that trick too!”
“That sounds great, Sam!”
“It’s going to be a woman that I get married to, ok?”
“OK, that sounds good too.”
“I already know who it is. But it’s a secret. I’m not going to tell you. It’s somebody I know already.”
(More secretive, scheme-y smiling.)
“Okey-dokey, Sam.”
Tonight after dinner before bed, the four of us went for a short walk in the neighborhood. Frida was toddling along as fast as she could, occasionally growling at Sam, or shrieking with excitement as she tried to catch him. Sam was skipping and hopping along ("I can hop like a kangaroo forever") and thinking thoughts, which he shared with us generously and pretty much continuously. "I have an idea for what to do if I wanted to scare away a bad person. I would look really fierce-- fiercer than I am. I'm not really fierce, but I would look fierce..."
Sunday, October 31, 2010
halloween
Sam and his friend Tinkerbell (Judy, one of his best friends from school) this evening, just before going out:
Frida and I stayed home-- we both have colds. She wore her costume anyway (she also wore it to daycare on Friday). You can't see the black-and-white striped leggings under the orange skirt for the full effect, sadly, but it's pretty great.
Bonus: Frida likes to loop various things over her arms and carry them around like purses. Underwear is a big hit, especially when it's colorful. Recent post-bath (Sam was still in the bath):
Frida and I stayed home-- we both have colds. She wore her costume anyway (she also wore it to daycare on Friday). You can't see the black-and-white striped leggings under the orange skirt for the full effect, sadly, but it's pretty great.
Bonus: Frida likes to loop various things over her arms and carry them around like purses. Underwear is a big hit, especially when it's colorful. Recent post-bath (Sam was still in the bath):
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