Sunday, November 25, 2012

Shannon



The first time he shared with me what he wanted to be when he grew up it was “I want to work in a toothpaste factory. I hope I can be the person who puts the caps on the toothpaste. And you will never have to buy toothpaste again cause I’ll bring it home for you.”
Since then there have been many more creative ideas. But on this day he sweetness of that first time rushed back to me when he said, “When I grow up I might not be a soccer player or a guy that event things. I might be dad’s pit crew.”




Tabitha



We just got a new computer, and for the first time the boys can play at the same time.  They have taken this opportunity to pass the Minecraft "virus" from one user to the other!!  Another example of the love being passed from the older to the younger... and then getting passed right back up :)





Helen

 (Photo by Ben)

A shout from the kitchen today, as Ben was cracking eggs for french toast: 
"Mom, come and look at the smiley face!" 

Yes, there was a smiley face right there in our measuring jug! 
There was joy at seeing two rainbows this week.
And trying to catch hail.
And there was laughing uproariously at Ella's new terminology of a "kitchen stink"
 The minutiae of everyday life that i just love, that's what i counted this week.
Keep it coming:)

Sunday, November 18, 2012


Helen
 


A change in plans meant we threw an impromptu tea party. 
I'd bought a stash of English candy which we hauled out to enjoy with our scones.
Soon enough we were speaking with faux-English accents, drinking tea with our pinkies in the air, 
and practicing writing our names in Japanese.
And playing with the candy.
I sat next to my boy who was so inspired, he called himself a candy artist.
(He hasn't claimed that kind of creativity since he stopped playing with Lego.)
 He mentioned that he was very particular when it came to this activity.
And delivered this design at the behest of his littlest sister. 
"Love is all you need."
 
 
 
 
Tabitha
 


Growing and changing. Shedding baby teeth, and a couple tears...but it's all good.




Kelly
 


Here's my little boy dressed up as his version of a murderer. There might have been a time when I found this slightly appalling. After all, he is six. But this guy loves everything scary. His current passions include playing Left 4 Dead, a zombie shooting game and Penumbra, a terrifying horror video game. He enjoys researching and talking about horror movies. Doesn't know if he wants to watch them yet, but I trust he will know when he is ready and I will be there to watch with him, despite my feelings of discomfort. I am intrigued by this interest of his. And at the end of the day when he is snuggled up to me with his stuffed pug, asking me to sing him "Hush Little Baby", I know everything is just right in his world.

Sunday, November 11, 2012


Kelly




 I opened the door to Frankie's room and found her sleeping under these watchful faces, all carefully placed. I was so touched and overwhelmed. There is an identical photo of me at the age of 9, lying in my bed surrounded by my stuffed dolls. We are more alike than I sometimes realize. Now my mind is swirling with childhood memories. I am trying to remember what it felt like to be 9. On the cusp of puberty, yet still a little girl. She played Playmobil this week, and Left 4 Dead 2. She played imaginary games and printed out lyrics to pop songs so she could sing along. She likes me to pour her milk and wash her hair, and gives me computer advice.  She won't wear pink anymore, but still likes to watch Dora once in a while. Our childhoods are different, hers and mine, yet looking at her sleeping like this, is like looking at myself.





Helen



It ain't pretty, this picture.
But on this sunshiney day, which happened to be the very day of my father's birth, 
Dan went to learn about handling a gun.
And shot a gun.
A number of times.
It's such a loaded topic, isn't it?

Journeying along this unschooling path

 allowed Dan to reach and touch one of his dreams.



 Shannon



Photo shooting costuming for the telling of stories. A reminder for me that not every story is told in words. And not every costume needs to be designed by superheroes.





 Tabitha




Making soup.  No mom, I don't need a recipe, I know how to make soup.  Some beans, peas, corn, water... magic soup to make you fly.  Don't need a recipe for that.

Sunday, November 4, 2012


Tabitha




This train set belongs to Cameron, and was loved so much he often had trouble playing with it with others. For years it has sat in a closet mostly ignored by his younger brother who did not inherit his love of vehicles. Today, for whatever reason, younger brother brought it out. Cameron wore an unusual little grin when he saw his brother playing trains, and sat down and shared this joy with him in a way he had not been able to when he was younger.





Kelly


With the American election before us and women's rights being a hot topic, how fitting to Halloween it as two capable, intelligent, independent women. Meet Hermione and Rosie.




Helen



Two boys, two 'pods,
one brand new;
double the excitement.
(i can offer a re-enactment of the exuberance IRL, upon request only)
One new x-box game,
double the stretching to fit it into our lives.
(i can't offer a re-enactment of the exuberance IRL, apologies)




Shannon



One of these boys has a passion for hockey. It has driven him for ten months now. I don't even recognize the skills he has as skater. They have blossomed from wobbly legs to speeding hockey stops and controlled turns. Now he is sharing that passion with his brother. Showing him how to move with comfort on the ice. With in the blink of an eye I have been left behind as the slowest weakest skater.  Truthfully, though it's the vantage point that brings me the most smiles.