Tuesday, February 10, 2015

a tale of two apples

the innocent apples hung quietly from the tree,
behaving themselves, like all good apples should be.

In an epic fail on my part this morning, David's snack ended up all over the floor. We were rushing out the door to get to school and trying to figure out a quick alternative. We decided on chips. Which, of course, lead to complaints by Kate who always has to bring innocent apples.

I'm not entirely sure what innocent apples are either, but we put our heads together and agreed on the first part of the poem.

The rest, not so much.

David wants a farmer to come along to try to chop down the tree with an axe. The apples would not sit quietly against the dying of the tree, but would fight and attack the farmer, seeking their revenge. There was a lot of blood and guts in his version, of the farmer and the apples.

Kate was thinking that the apples would absolutely love to be made into a delicious apple pie, enjoyed by everyone. With ice cream. And maybe some whip cream. 


It's funny how something as innocent as apples can turn into an epic battle against a farmer or something as delicious as apple pie, depending on who you ask.

Sunday, February 1, 2015

The one where I stress eat swedish fish.

Like, I literally dug through my Wegmans bag as I was walking to my car to get at the Swedish Fish. (Which actually aren't Swedish fish anymore, just red fish. Still delicious though.)

The other day was Kate's birthday. And, it wasn't perfect.

It was a day, like so many others in our household, filled with chaos and frustration and laughter and missing gloves and pants that don't fit and trips to the nurses office and plans that don't go quite as I expect.

Just once, I want to be *that* mom who seemingly has it all together. Who never forgets important things like the right kind of milk for her daughters lunch box on her birthday, who knows exactly where the candles are for the cake, and isn't shopping last minute for presents.

But, it's just not me. And, probably never will be.

So, we will have to settle for less than perfect.

And, that's okay.
As long as there are Swedish fish.


Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Prologue

It feels weird to be home today, nothing to do and no where to go.

When we left summer vacation was just starting, and now, here we are at home with the summer before us and it all sort of seems weird. Nothing to do and no where to go.

Planning for the trip started about 10 weeks ago - hotel reservations, where we would stop, the routes we would take. But, the idea for the trip had been something Mike and I had been talking about for some time. The timing never right though, or the kids not old enough.

My mom rented a house for a week in Rockaway Beach, OR. The original plan had been to fly in to Portland and stay the week on the beach. But, then we had thought, it would be nice to see my brother and sister-in-laws new house in Seattle. And, the redwoods. And (since we were so close) San Francisco. When one of us said, "Well, why don't we just drive." And the idea took root. And started to grow.

Twelve years ago Mike and I and our friend Tom took a similar trip cross country to go to the High Sierra Music festival in Quincy, CA. Mike and I got engaged on that trip, somewhere in the middle of Wyoming. It had been such an amazing trip, watching out the window as the land and features of our country ebbed and flowed and changed. It had felt like magic.

Over the past 3 weeks, we traveled around 6500 miles through 16 states. It was an amazing trip. I am glad to be home, but, if we could get back in the car and do it all again, I would.

I had meant to blog during the trip, but we were always so exhausted by the time we ended our days. If I had been to write before the trip, I would have described the anticipation, the excitement. Twelve years ago, life quite literally changed as a result of the trip. Mike and I married, had two children. I don't know if any change will come of this trip. But, now that we are home, that same feeling is there. My world is bigger, my eyes open, my heart full.







Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Reminders

The mornings are usually pretty hectic, no matter how organized or prepared I think I am.

Lunches need to made, library books gathered, plans for after school made.

Because of this, I trust the kids to get dressed themselves in the mornings.

Kate's outfits are usually .... unique. I usually don't argue too much about it. Except for the day she wanted to wear three skirts and her orange fish-net stockings. Or the one day she wanted to wear shorts over jeans. Today is all peace signs. It even sort of matches.

David is the easy one. A reminder about changing his underwear is needed, but otherwise it's pants (or shorts as soon as the weather hits 65) and a t-shirt.

I think that's why I was so surprised this morning.

The bus came a couple minutes early and the kids were getting ready to board. I turned to say goodbye, but instead, this came out:

Me: David, what are you wearing!
David: blank stare
Me: You're pants are dirty!

No, not dirty. Filthy. Gross. Disgusting. Covered in grass and mud and leaves and food and who knows what else.

Me: Want to go in and change. I can drive you ...
David: They're clean. They're fine.

And he got on the bus.

I'm resisting the urge to bring him a clean pair to school.

Reminders for tomorrow: No fish net tights. Only one skirt. Clean underwear. Clean pants.





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Thursday, October 31, 2013

Happy Halloween

Witches and ghosts and goblins, oh my!
Flew through the night of a Halloween sky
Looking for children of just the right size
to bake, boil, saute and fry

So children be warned of the pieces you eat
of that delicious chocolate you get
when you say "trick or treat"


by: jen mitchell

Monday, March 11, 2013

Kate-isms

Kate: Mom, have you ever been to California?
Me: Yes.
Kate: I bet every one there eats cotton candy all the time. I think maybe even for breakfast. It's magical there.

Kate: Even without a bad guy, weddings can be difficult.

Kate: Do fish get married?
Me: No.
Kate: Then how do they have babies. Husbands and wives have to kiss for babies to be born, don't you know that? Wait. How do the fish kiss?
Me: Um. Well. So. The girl fish lay eggs, and then the boy fish help them take care of them. They are just fish, they don't do things like people.
Kate: Well, they do they live together in the tank forever and ever. I think that's okay.


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Wednesday, February 27, 2013

When I rule the world

David has decided that he is going to be the President of the United States when he grows up.

We were discussing his coming Presidency at dinner the other night.

Me: Will you make any new rules when your President?
David: Everyone will have to play video games for an hour and a half everyday.
Me: Have to? Like a law?
David: Yes, playing video games everyday will be law.
Me: What happens if they don't play video games everyday?
David: They'll go to jail. (Cue evil 7 year old laugh)

I would start investing in some video games.