weekending: the reason I go to bed at 9pm
(from outside our room) pitter patter pitter patter thump thump pitter patter slam.
(from inside our room) old bones creakily turning over, groaning, pillows placed over heads.
(inside our room) Col: (whispering) Mama? Can me and Rosie share that piece of chocolate Terrance gave me for Valentines Day?
Me: (calculating in head: the geometry of splitting mini chocolate bar into equal halves + hearty snarfing of previous contraband = 5 more minutes). Okay, just be quiet out there.
Col: (running out of room, shouting) She said yes!
The kids climb into our bed, chocolatey mouthed and having sprouted several more elbows.
Rose: (breathing hotly on my face) Mama, what’re you doing?
Col: Where does wind come from?
Col: Does it come from planets?
Rose: Somebody tickle me!
Col: I think it comes from when gravity pushes up the snow and it flows really fast and makes wind.
Me: Honey, gravity holds things down, it doesn’t push things up.
Col: (huffily) Well sometimes it does.
Rose: Do you know my three most ticklish spots?
Rose: Col woke me up.
Col: No I didn’t.
Rose: Yeah. Cause you kept flushing the toilet.
Col: Oh yeah.
Me: You purposely flushed the toilet to wake Rosie up?
Col: I wanted someone to play with.
Dan: (adjusts pillow on head) Can you guys talk about this somewhere else?
Rose: So. First there’s my neck, then my middle and do you want to know the very most ticklish place?
Dan: Maybe I should get up and go scour the neighborhood for antlers.
(first antlerless buck spotted in the hood yesterday!)
Me: Could you make coffee first, honey?
Rose: And tickle me?
Two days ago, still attached to this guy:
Also, an NPR spot I wrote on why deer and elk grow and then drop their antlers.
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What’re all the kids listening to these days? Ipods? Izods? After our old hand-me-down boombox from my grandmother broke last fall, we finally bought a new one with a few wooden nickels and some confederate dollars.
It plays my mixed tapes from 1988 and only weighs 300 pounds!
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A funny thing happened on the way to making pineapple vinegar. The geode I was using to weigh down the pineapple peels started dissolving. Luckily, Col’s buddy Mathew’s dad is a geologist, who assured me it was just the calcium carbonate which reacts with carbon dioxide (fermentation byproduct) to form calcium bicarbonate. Phew. I have a feeling it’s this sort of thing that scares people away from fermentation.
Fortified with calcium!
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Baba and Nana are here for a week! Having the grandparents here is like a fresh wind blowing through the house carrying new currents of patience, love and gratitude.
The only other notable thing that happened this weekend was that Col and Rose had a dear friend sleep over, who peed voluminously in her bed, the amount of liquid you’d expect an elephant to void in the night. “Wow! I must have peed like three times!” she said, awed and completely unembarrassed.
Oh, and this just in. A text from my friend Kati who was over this afternoon with her son, Remi: :::ALERT::: Rose may or may not have a clandestine stash of scissors somewhere. Remi’s new haircut looks fabulous, though.
How was your weekend?
ps: Apron giveaway winner announced on giveaway post.