True To Nature

I have sweet, kind girls.

I also have kids and kids are by nature boundary pushers, button mashers and tiny manipulators.

My girls have discovered the wonders of youtube and all of the terrible trash that has been produced for kids that it contains.

I, like any good mother, use their smidgen of trash screen time to leverage as many chores out of them as possible before handing over a device.

They, like any kids worth their salt, do their best to wheedle and cajole and push for all their worth to see just how much extra time they can get.

Today my sweet girls found me in the kitchen and presented me with this:

For the record I’m pretty sure they intended to say that I am a person who draws rather than a drawer. However, I probably hold more of their stuff than I do draw things so maybe drawer is more accurate.

I, like any good mother, made admiring noises.

I, like any experienced mother, was touched and also suspicious.

And those sweet, kind, girls of mine, like any true, red blooded kids, waited no more than a half a heartbeat after I expressed my thanks before blurting out- “Can we watch more videos now?”

I have sweet, kind girls.

I also have kids and kids are by nature boundary pushers, button mashers and tiny manipulators.

L is for… Leaf

Did you know that honey bees are actually unrepentant photobombers?

It’s true, just look what this little lady did to my picture of a leaf!

She’s trying to steal the show but this “L” picture is all those baby leaves.

The leaves that uncurl daily at this time of year always seem to be overshadowed by their flowery companions (and photobombing bees) but I think that mist of green that covers everything shouts, “Spring is here!” louder than any flower (or buzzing bee) ever could.

Speaking of shouting, I’d also like to share a little story about listening, in honor of the letter “L”, of course.

(Ivy brings me a container of small bulbs that have started to sprout and asks what they are.)

Me: “Those are the blue-flower bulbs.”

Ivy: “I don’t know what those are.”

Me: “Do you remember which flowers I’m talking about it? We plant them in pots…blue flowers… Granny and Gramps have them on their porch too…”

Ivy: “Oh! Are they red?”

Me: “Did you hear me call them blue-flowers?”

Ivy: “No.”

Me: “Sometimes, when we have conversations like this, I wonder if you actually listen to me when we talk.”

Ivy laughing: “No. I don’t really.”

Me: …

Speaking of conversations like these, I’d also like to share another favorite “L” word – liquor.

 

Photo blogging my way through the alphabet with:

Finding Things

Strange things happen when you become a mother.

Sometimes you start sounding exactly like your own mother. Sometimes you find yourself doing things you swore you’d never do (I mean other than sound exactly like your mother). And sometimes you find that you are the only person in your house that can find missing items.

This morning I was the only one that could find things in our house, specifically I was the only one who could find Jane’s jacket. It was, and I know this is weird, hanging in the closet where it was supposed to be. Jane couldn’t find it. After many rounds of the game called “Did you check?” ” Are you sure?” she finally looked in the closet again, and found her jacket.

Dramatic recreation for your benefit. As you can see her pink lined leopard spotted jacket is quite easy to see, if she couldn't have found her shoes in that avalanche waiting to happen on the bottom that would have been a different story.

Dramatic recreation for your benefit. As you can see her pink lined, leopard spotted jacket is quite visible. If she couldn’t have found her shoes in that avalanche waiting to happen on the bottom that would have been a different story…

Laughing she came over and explained the whole phenomenon to me.

“You know that thing that happens when you can’t find something and that blur thing gets in your eye so you can’t see the one thing you were looking for even though it’s right there? That’s what happened.”

I can’t help you out with why you may sound like your mother and the choices that you make once you have children, but there you have it straight from Jane the mystery of why only mothers can find things.

It’s a Blur Thing problem.

Planetary Education

On a beautiful winter evening we were having a campfire in the snow and looking at the stars. I was pointing out constellations to the kids because I have always loved the idea that stories and pictures are painted in the night sky. John, less thrilled with mythology and mere stories, pointed out Venus, because it’s a planet and he’s got this thing about space going on. (Nope Honey, still not going to Mars!)

Snowy fire. #spontaniousfun

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Talking about Venus drew us all into a technical discussion about how planets worked. John, in what I must say was basically a stroke of brilliance, turned the campfire into the sun, Clara became Mercury, Ivy Venus, John was Earth, Jane his moon and I was Mars.  Off we marched around the fire in our own orbits traveling at different speeds just like the planets do. I had a bit of excitement when I traveled through an asteroid belt (brush patch) on my outer orbit and by the time John was done spinning circles while holding Jane as he orbited the sun Ivy was no longer in any doubt what planetary body the moon orbited around. Then we followed John’s directions to line up in the current planetary configuration while he re-pointed out Venus and explained why we couldn’t see Mars (I’m afraid my man knows these things because of his new quest to become an astronaut, it has me worried). It was very educational and the girls were having fun and asking more questions and I was just starting to tell John what a good idea it all was when Jane looked up at the sky and said:

“I think I see Earth!”

It was a brilliant planetary lesson, but maybe next time we need to start out with the basics!

Chaos

Jane

“Mom, what’s chaos?”

I defined chaos for Jane. I didn’t quite use the dictionary definition of “complete disorder and confusion” but it was pretty close even if it did involve more words about noise and mess. She thought about it,Janeand proclaimed, “Clara is chaos!”

Clara

Hard to argue that Jane, hard to argue that.

How do you spell…

In case you haven’t noticed (because spell check and John usually see these posts before you do) I am, have always been, and likely always will be, a terrible speller.

In new spelling lows, I have successfully taught my phone how to spell tomorrow incorrectly. That’s right, my phone now auto completes to a misspelled word. I am also learning Portuguese on Duolingo.com (Are you learning a language on Duolingo too? Lets be friends!) and I get lots of answers wrong because they are misspelled – in English. It seems the program will give you a break if you spell a word wrong in the language you are learning but it expects you to know your native tongue.

I mention this not look for sympathy or advice but simply because I’d like you all to believe me when I say I’m a terrible speller. Because, unfortunately for us all, my kids do not.

Kid -“Hey Mom! How do you spell tomorrow?”

Me- “I don’t know, just try it.”

Kid- “No, just tell me how to spell it!”

Me- “I don’t know! With a “T”. ”

Kid- ” ARGGHHH! Why are you being so mean!!!”

Me- “I’m not. I just don’t know how to spell it.  You’ll have to figure it out.”

Kid- “Yes you doooo, you are just being meeaaannn.”

Me- *throws arms up in exasperation and leaves the room*dscn7917-2sm

Sadly, since they don’t believe me, they don’t stop asking and “How do you spell…” is fast becoming one of my new dreaded phrases. Even Jane is in on it now.  Just the other day she asked, “Mom, how do you spell “how to regret your salmon?”.

And, in the worst news of all, not only was I unsure how to spell that, I couldn’t even figure out why she wanted to know.