Monday, June 28, 2010

Forks (not the Twilight Kind)

 (photos with blue.....my favorite, blue
goggles, our own handpicked blueberries, summer shirt)


A heck of a lot of spoons disappeared from my house when I was a kid. I remember my mother always asking "Where have ALL OF MY SPOONS gone?" I also remember thinking she was crazy.

And now, I am a crazed spoonless mother too. Except I have found the answer to the eternal question....I actually found my MIA flatware and other kitchen utensils.....you see, they are moonlighting at my house, yes, can you believe it? Right underneath my own roof. Here's what I caught them doing (or not)....

a fork was digging up ants (there were a whole crew of them, the forks)
a bowl was acting as action figure, Mr. Freeze's, swimming pool
a spoon was a catapulting tool for criminal lego guys
my potato masher was NOT mashing potatoes and I'll refrain from telling you what he was mashing-you'll never eat mashed potatoes at my house again will you?
my colander-a perfect pool skimmer

As I wander through my house I wonder if other people have such random kitchen wares scattered about. I play round up and deliver the AWOL kitchen utensils back to their proper place only to repeat it all over again the next day.....well, at least my kid's imaginations are going full force...or should I say full forks? (I know it's bad).

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Books



(Teacher gift 2010)

Argh....I can't get back to what I had before.......I'm not liking the new. I can't control my header. Well, thank goodness a website is on the way and perhaps I'll just plunk this baby there....blogger or no blogger.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Not Summery



Okay-so I tried out a new look for the blog and it's okay.....but I can't get back my original. Criminy! Well, here's to something new for awhile.....at least until I can figure out how to go back.

Wednesday, June 09, 2010

Clara




My great Aunt Clara passed away over the weekend. She was 95. Clara is the younger sister of the only grandpa that I knew (my other having passed away tragically when my mother was nine). It's a generation gone now. She was a firecracker and we loved her very much.
I took two of the three kiddos to the wake because all of my babysitters were going too. And they did what 4 and 2 year olds will do, tried to run the halls (luckily we were the only viewing at that time), ate lots of candy and asked why we couldn't go to Target. "THIS isn't Target! " C exclaims.
Nope buddy, it's not. Target is the place we go to, to not think about things like death. Funeral homes aren't full of one dollar aisles and blow up baseball bats, unfortunately. It was when C started making spooky ghost sounds that I decided....okay kids, let's go.....um, to Target.

I'm thinking I must seriously be going through a quasi-mid-life crisis right now (I've been wondering what this was and then I did the math) .....and it doesn't help that my 20th high school reunion is this Saturday. I went to my 10 year in hopes that I wouldn't have to go to my 20....but I have such good friends coming to this one, some even flying in to join us here in good ole' Virginny that I am going again...this time married with three kids. At my 10, I was single (although with date-of questionable marriablility-that is a word) running triathlons, complaining about "lack of time" (ha), I was back in college and living in that previously mentioned grand Victorian- my, my how times have changed.

Monday, June 07, 2010

Her Morning Elegance / Oren Lavie





I played this today for my sixth graders as a wonderful example of stop motion animation (we just did a unit on wire sculpture/armatures and stop motion)...it's such a beautiful song and piece. I could watch it over and over (and I did today). There was dead silence in my room (a first) and after it was over..."Again! Again!"
Ahhh....art.

Tuesday, June 01, 2010

Chamomille and Mr. C








Chamomille, Colin and his record player....my favorite thing to do as a kid was play my record player. And now, the pleasure is passed on. I'm reading James and the Giant Peach with Jamie (7 in 3 days!) and it's like I've got to pinch myself....I really shouldn't be saying anything, kids can sense these things....like a dog sensing fear. I better be quiet now...get back to work. Smile.