Monday, May 4, 2009 | Kids, Local Food |
This is what they did while Mama was at a baby shower yesterday afternoon: picnic, nap, play at little park, Mary Poppins after supper of canned tomato sauce (canned last September by me and a friend) and spaghetti–everyone’s favourite. I got home in time to do the dishes.
Oh, I still have a few items left in my stores, including several cans of tomatoes, a few bags of frozen beans, and loads of frozen rhubarb … oops!!! I guess I didn’t make many desserts this winter (as my kids could testify). Rhubarb muffins planned for this week.
Wednesday, Apr 29, 2009 | Kids |
Yesterday morning, a big step. Motherly anxiety. Pride. The only rule: Always Stay Together.
Saturday, Apr 11, 2009 | Holidays, Kids |
Thursday, Apr 9, 2009 | Kids, Music, Spring |
Walking to school this afternoon … thinking praise be for sunshine. We’re getting our roof done, and just learned our back porch is rotting away, like the front. Sometimes it feels like we’re just perpetually falling apart around here; yet I feel oddly bouyant. The bottom photo is of the older children’s folk music choir, after their performance earlier this week. It was moving to watch them gradually relax, lose some of the stage nerves, and sing from their hearts, even if they didn’t know every word. Though the expression on Albus’s face is kinda how he looked the entire time. When I asked him afterward what he’d been thinking, he couldn’t say.
Here’s a taste of the performance (I couldn’t get it to upload here).
Monday, Apr 6, 2009 | Kids |
The littlest don’t actually sleep in the same bed, but last night CJ sure wanted to climb in and give it a try. This was completely his initiative, and he snuggled in beside his big sis like he planned to stay all night.
Speaking of big sis, I’ve been reflecting on how hard it is to be three-and-a-half. Fooey is experiencing such conflicting desires: on the one hand, she clings to her mama, and expresses great neediness (“I need you!!!” even when I’m standing right beside her), but on the other hand, she wants to control everything that’s happening, which comes out in large, constant doses of bossiness; autocratic demands. Three year olds make fabulously dramatic dictators. I’m recognizing this as a familiar developmental stage. How hard it must be–to want to express one’s own mind and opinions, while simultaneously fearing the freedom and the responsibility independence points toward. It’s likely we’re all still experiencing this push-pull within ourselves, no matter our age. Hopefully to a lesser degree.
Saturday, Apr 4, 2009 | Kids, Photos, Spring |
This is what they did while Mama was at a baby shower yesterday afternoon: picnic, nap, play at little park, Mary Poppins after supper of canned tomato sauce (canned last September by me and a friend) and spaghetti–everyone’s favourite. I got home in time to do the dishes.
