The fun chaos
How was your weekend?
I have to admit, ours is still going. Dan works 4 ten-hour days (tues – fri), which is the best invention since um, my new afternoon coffee drink (more on this later). It’s almost criminal, waking up on a Monday morning–godawful early, if that makes you feel any better–blinking our eyes and wondering what fun to cook up today. Actually we rarely wonder because by Saturday morning we’ve drawn up our weekend calendar (a practice I highly recommend, and if you think it doesn’t leave enough room for spontaneity, well, there’s always the unplanned challenge of Rose appearing naked in the backyard at the height of UV danger or how to model good sharing when Col sneaks soil out of my carrot bed for his adobe brick project).
Here’s our tomatoes, aren’t they lovely?
And our heirloom, Southwest squash:
Oh, did I tell you it’s still freezing most nights here at 6512 feet while searingly hot during the day. Makes for a lot of micromanaging (sheets on frost-tender plants overnight, and plastic jugs on newly-transplanted squash as sun protection until established), but as I told a bewildered friend, it’s just what we do.
The kids are becoming seasoned yard-dwellers, finding their own work while I’m busy yanking weeds and hand-watering the unfurling lettuces. Col typically blows around the yard with sticks and antlers in hand, attracting dirt and straw, busying himself with well, more dirt and straw. Rose’s patience to endure the gritty, shadeless yard is directly related to the volume of snacks available, which I’m happy to keep passing her way, as long as I can continue to labor in the garden unhampered. Rose sits on the swingset eating enormous amounts of nuts and raisins or chomping an occasional hippie lollipop, working on rhymes and showing little inclination towards “work.” My mind flits briefly to the potential of future eating disorders. She then disappears inside, reinventing herself in a fluff of pink sequined satin. She’s clever enough to find a bag of chips in Dan’s lunch cooler, and five minutes later emerges completely naked with chip crumbs affixed to her body. Now I’m worrying about eating disorders and skin cancer (and maybe a little bit about tooth decay).
(Speaking of skin cancer, ohmygoodness, the plethora of sunscreen dogma! I almost lunged at Dan when he approached Col’s neck with the gluey Rite Aid sunscreen. This was after I spent an hour online reading up on sunscreen ingredients, only to learn that our Avalon Organic Green Tea sunscreen is merely “satisfactory,” while the Rite Aid brand, child abuse. Can someone just tell me how to protect my kids from skin cancer, eating disorders and the dark woods of consumer culture)?
But here’s some good news:
My mom generously passed this skirt onto me, after I complimented her on it. I love skirts in summer, simply because of the ventilation factor. And this one has zipped pockets into which I shove my cell phone, notebook and pen, camera and even a small snack for Rose. I’m thinking one of these crafty Mamas should start sewing Radical Homemaker skirts–bake bread and tend your livestock! Look classy while loaded down with your son’s “special rocks!” Leap deftly to rescue a child from biting ants in the sandbox! Or maybe you, do you sew?
In other good news, the recipe for my new coffee sensation: Make your morning cup as usual. Manage to drink half of it, stealing sips between saving children’s lives and wiping butts. When sufficiently caffeinated, leave cup inside and go outside to play. Come back several hours later, smudged and hot. Get kids down for nap/quiet time. Consider passing out from exhaustion. Remember lukewarm coffee. Add scoop of ice cream, stir. Get jacked up and creative (while lying down, if possible). Rejoice!
Here’s Col and Rose dining with their friends on french-fried potatoes and salad while waiting for buffalo burgers to come off the grill.
After our friends left, Dan said “well that was chaotic and fun,” which really seems the best possible outcome for life at this point.