Monday, March 5, 2012

keeping house

I've just finished my evening "rounds" of picking up, putting away, conjuring a modicum of order in the midst of the chaos that threatens to engulf our household by day's end. I don't do anything too ambitious in these evening rounds. There is no vacuuming or mopping or dusting. No major feats of organization. Just tidying.

This cyclical, relentless work of domestic life can feel burdensome. On burdened days, I carry my lot clumsily, lording it about like a pained martyr, insisting that the rest of the family feel my pain with me. Those days are doubly hard, and, frankly, embarrassing.

On days of more grace, I can feel in my work the thrumming rhythm of family life. The cycles of folded clean laundry and carelessly strewn dirty clothing, tidied bedrooms and floors covered in books, toys, clothes and bedding, clear kitchen countertops and the unspeakable messes of flour and overboiled sauces and stacked dirty dishes we are too tired to clean — they all speak of life well lived, in one way or another. Creativity, love, and learning are all messy enterprises. But it is in the next step of cleaning up after ourselves and each other, that we extend our care for the people, places and things we love a little further.

This domestic work is never really done. On days of particular clarity of mind and heart, humble chores feel like meditation.

In any case, it is the stuff of my days and it is easier to make peace than to rail against. I was explaining to the Boy Builder how much better I feel when the house is tidy and how I feel creatively inspired. He said "And then your creativity makes you mess it up again." Yes, exactly. So wise and so young.
Celebration of neglected cleaning chores completed in two parts
Part 1: I actually cleaned the sink, not just got all the dishes out of it
Part 2: I cleaned the keyboard; the absence of grime is exhilarating!

Sunday, March 4, 2012

100 months

My Big Boy just turned over an important milestone 4 days ago: his sojourn on this planet has lasted 100 months!
Newborn Eden
Papa was out of town for the big day, but we celebrated with yummy food, lots of nostalgic trips down Memory Lane, and the compilation of a wish book, to which many of his friends and family contributed.
Pancakes for breakfast — Eden's favorite

Penne Bolognese for dinner made with local grass-fed ground beef for dinner
Because no celebration is complete without pastry, we made this cake, which we happened to have all the ingredients for. We ate it before we took a picture. Oops! (We thought it needed some more pomegranate flavor and we didn't make the glaze/topping, but it was a serviceable celebratory cake.)
Eden, 37 months — this picture won the Audience Favorite award in the trip down Memory Lane
Dear Eden, 
I feel as though I have learned more in the last 100 months of being your Mama than I feel like I have in all the 30 years leading up to those 100 months! You have been a delightful, inspiring, and demanding teacher and I appreciate your patience with me through my many mistakes on the job. So far, you and I still like each other's company and that fact brings me joy. It's what I aspire to as your Mom — to be someone whose company you seek and enjoy. So far, so good! 
You are a passionate, smart, creative, and funny kid and I'm lucky to get to be with you so often. We've been homeschooling and I've been working from home through these 100 months, which has meant you and I have gotten to spend a lot more time together than a lot of parents and kids do. How lucky are we? Sometimes, I do admit that we drive each other batty, but, on balance, I'd rather be with you than not most any day. 
I know it's an absolute cliché to say it, but it seems like just yesterday you were born and here we are already 100 months later! I can remember so clearly that long, hard work you and I did getting you out of me, and then those intense, amazing first days and weeks when both you and I were learning so many new things together! All that learning was exhilarating and exhausting. For both of us. Little did I know that all that learning was setting the stage for all the learning you and I were going to do in the months to come. Again, exhilarating and exhausting, but so much fun! 
Now you do things like multi-digit multiplication problems, reading Harry Potter books all on your own, and skiing down double-black diamond runs! Not to mention taking good care of your little brother, cooking whole meals on your own, and making up clever riddles that keep me guessing!  
Some of the things I most like to do with you are reading and listening to books (absolutely a favorite!), going on hikes and walks, working out solutions to problems, analyzing new ideas (you've always got the most intriguing insights!), and building things. Sometimes I like cooking with you, but somehow you manage to trick me into doing all the clean up (clever you!). One of the best things I enjoy doing with you is traveling. You are a curious, adaptable, and easy-going traveling companion and we always have lots of fun!I look forward to many, many more months and years of being your Mama.
Love and kisses,Your Mama
Eden, self-portrait on his 100-month day

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

seasonal confusion

Yesterday, while the baby and I were walking in the neighborhood together, we heard and saw this
This winter has been so strange for us. We have far less snow (average snowfall per winter is 500 inches, this year we've had 213 inches), far more sunny days than last year, much warmer temperatures, and the snow we have had took until January to get around to falling. It appears we humans are not the only ones confused. I usually don't hear that kind of birdsong racket until April.

Is is spring already?

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

in the kitchen







~ there is tea... everyday
~ oatmeal makes a frequent appearance at breakfast time
~ the 8 year old does a lot of the cooking: he bakes us treats, he makes dinner for the family all on his own from scratch, he inspires family togetherness in the kitchen
~ sometimes this mama finds her creative stride and brillantly makes soft pretzel dough for the smaller people to shape (then she eats them with coarse salt. yum!)
~ resourcefulness is the most important ingredient in our kitchen; there is no running out for a missing ingredient from our house
~ we tried this recipe for root beer cupcakes — with a vanilla cream cheese frosting instead of the called for toppings (see resourcefulness comment above) — and they were not so much root beer as just chocolate, which was OK, but not what we were hoping for
~ we sometimes cook with exotic ingredients like plantains; these days we more often cook with ordinary ingredients like celery, eggs, and tomatoes
~ we usually make enough for leftovers
~ we always like it best when we can share with people we love

Bonus recipe share:

Pretzel Shapes, adapted from recipe by Katrina Kenison as shared in her inspired work Mitten Strings for God

2 Tbsp instant yeast
1 cup warm water
2 tsp honey
2 tsp salt
2-1/2 cups all purpose flour
1 Tbsp wheat gluten
1 egg
Coarse salt or cinnamon sugar

Preheat oven to 425 degrees. In a large bowl, dissolve yeast into warm water. Stir and add honey and salt. Stir in 2 cups of flour and wheat gluten. Gradually stir in or knead the remaining flour and knead the dough. When the dough is smooth and all the flour incorporated, divide the results amongst the children and let them have at it, creating whatever shapes they want to make.

Transfer their shapes to a baking sheet, brush each pretzel shape with egg wash, and sprinkle coarse salt or cinnamon sugar on top.

Bake at 425 F for 10 minutes or so, until golden brown.


Rich Beef Short Ribs in the Crock Pot, adapted from this recipe by Ina Garten
I've made this twice recently (and we're not a "repeat a recipe often" kind of a family). It was delicious, nutritious, satisfying, good balance of flavors. It also was the perfect way to use up the remaining leftover mulled wine from our Winter Solstice party back in December.

1 2-ish pound package beef short ribs, with a nice amount of fat if you can find a good one, preferably grass-fed meat, but you can certainly make it with any roast
3 cups leftover mulled red wine, or just 3 cups mulled wine and add the optional spices to the roast
2 cups beef stock
1 14 oz can diced tomatoes
*2-3 cinnamon sticks
*4-6 whole cloves
*2-3 allspice berries
*2 Tbsp brown sugar
1/4 cup extra virgin olive oil
1 large onion, diced
4 large cloves garlic, sliced and coarsely minced
2 medium carrots, cut into 1 inch chunks
4 medium stalks celery, cut into 1 inch chunks
2 leeks, white parts, washed and sliced 1/8 inch slice
1 fennel bulb, core removed, cut into 1/4-ish slices
1-1/2 tsp rosemary leaves
1 tsp thyme leaves
2-3 bay leaves

*Optional ingredients, if you don't have mulled wine

1. Pour the olive oil in a 6-quart crock pot and coat the inside of the pot.
2. Put the wine, beef stock, tomatoes, and optional ingredients in a medium sauce pan and bring to a boil. Reduce heat to a simmer and let the pot simmer while you cut the vegetables. Reduce the liquid by half and turn off the heat.
3. Dump all the vegetables and herbs into the crock pot.
4. Rinse the meat, dry with paper toweling. Salt and pepper the meat and add it to the vegetables.
5. Pour the reduced liquid over the vegetables and meat.
6. Cook the stew on low for 6-8 hours.
7. Serve over baked potatoes with sour cream on top (optional)

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

celebrating love

The Valentine's Day bug has nipped us here. The Boy Builder and I were talking today about all the many forms of love:

~ parental love
~ romantic love
~ sibling love
~ child love
~ love for humanity
~ love for animals
~ love for community or nation
~ love of material things
~ love of beauty
~ things we love to do
~ and on, and on, and on ...

Yesterday, a new niece was born in North Carolina. Modern technology allowed us to keep abreast of the details and see gorgeous pictures of little Lyla Mae nearly instantly as she began her sojourn on Earth.
This Valentine's Day my heart reaches across this wide Earth in celebration of Family Love, as it knits family members together, near and far.

Welcome, little Lyla Mae. We are so glad you are here.

behavioral analysis

Homeschooling takes a lot of shapes at our house. Sometimes it looks a lot like nothing at all educational is happening. Everyone is stumbling around in their pajamas late in the day, a non-inspiring movie might be on, or parent and child are squabbling. Sometimes, we sit in one place and plow through a pile of math problems after making beds, eating breakfast, getting dressed, and even cleaning teeth. Sometimes, we dance through the day from one magical moment to the next of spontaneous inspiration and creativity.

Although the Boy Builder is 8 years old and in the second grade, we're still figuring out our rhythm with homeschooling, still working out what works for all of us and feels right.

Today mostly felt like a homeschooling mess. With Papa still gone, I put off day's beginning this morning and invited Eden into bed for some morning snuggling and story-reading while I avoided getting out of the warm bed to confront the cold fireplace. Then, we proceeded to mess around. I did a little bit of work, got unreasonably distracted by the news of my new niece's birth (a new baby!), nursed and pottied the baby, and didn't get around to feeding us a proper meal until dinner time. I was vaguely aware of the Boy's exploits, but, honestly, pretty distracted. I tried working through a stack of library books with him, but wound up falling asleep in the middle with baby in my arms.

At the end of a day like today, I was tickled to find on the living room floor evidence of the magical, spontaneous kind of learning that reflects the bright mind of my Boy.
He was tallying something. After a little inquiry, I learned he was tallying left-handed and right-handed baby hand gestures while the baby played under his little baby gym.
He had heard Papa speculating about whether baby was left- or right-handed. So, to gather data on the question, he devised his own science experiment. And his experimental design was fairly sophisticated!

He divided a sheet of paper in half and marked one half L for left and one half R for right. He watched his brother play and made a marks each time the baby reached for the right or left ring in the appropriate column. He then aggregated his results.

The tally sheet shows 40 times baby grabbed the left ring and 16 times baby grabbed the right ring.

So proud of my Boy and his curiosity that shines so bright.

Monday, February 13, 2012

weekending

There was snow this weekend. And stories. And a little housecleaning. And skiing. And a little napping. And dinner with friends. And dinner with loved ones. And crafting!



Papa should be home tomorrow. Yippee!

How was your weekend?