November 30, 2012 § 2 Comments
Thanks to my trusted Homemade Pantry book, we had delicious pop-tart-like dessert tonight. I made pie crust in the morning and refrigerated it for the day. Our friend Laura came over in the evening with two jars of homemade jam, and we made the pastries. Rich, tasty, not too hard to make, though perhaps somewhat time-consuming. It was worth it, though. Baking with friends is always a treat, especially when results are so great. Really, these can’t even compare with pop tarts. I was also pleased to find that J. didn’t know what a pop tart is. All the more reason to keep making homemade goodies!
November 29, 2012 § Leave a comment
Remember those clay stars and hearts etc. we made a while ago? Well, tonight they made it onto our tree:
I didn’t do much, just put (hot pink) string through the holes and hang up the decorations, but it’s a sad truth that my babies’ sleep gets worse as they get older, and I am in desperate need of sleep.
November 28, 2012 § Leave a comment
All of a sudden I am realizing it’s almost December and I don’t have any gifts made, I don’t intend to buy (m)any, and I have few ideas for what I can make. And even those ideas seem inadequate. Like this one: I stored the herbs I harvested this summer into little tins, which I planned to decorate and send to folks to sniff the goodness of herbal smells in the deep winter. But now, in December, the tins all smell a little like my grandma’s hand cream, and not much like herbs. But I will keep working on it, and this:
is just the beginning of the decorating part.
November 27, 2012 § Leave a comment
When J. was born, I wrote a series of poems loosely based on him. These poems made it into the book I made for his first birthday, which is one of his most prized possessions. Here is one of the prose poems in question. The poems are not necessarily about him — he is just the child in the center of all of them. Just like my life is not about J. and O., but they are at the center of all things.
IV Cardboard Guardian
I’ll give you a cardboard spirit for your birthday in a cardboard box with a paper ribbon. You will leave it in the rain forgotten until the sun comes out again and birds try to perch on the box so tall it lets them see over the fence but the box collapses under their minute weight hollow from the inside like some people we meet. The question can assembly line guardians fulfill one’s deep and urgent needs?
maze built by father
keeps him warm
I’ll give you a cardboard spirit for your birthday dwarf-sized and green with secret pink silk tassels behind the ears overlooking the garden reminiscent of old trees frightening daisies stunting the snapdragons’ growth encouraging the lone oak to rise rise rise. You leave it out in the rain. Cardboard melts slowly forming a river a nondescript shade of brown. The spirit fertilizes your soil though you forget it was ever there.
November 26, 2012 § Leave a comment
Our guests have left and it’s back to our daily lives, in which I get to caught up in To-Do’s that I forget some basic things like deep breathing and staying hydrated. So today I made little signs to put around the house to remind myself of certain things. I put a Relax and a Stay Calm sign in front of J’s room: it applies to both of us. there is a Dance sign by the radio and a few others in perhaps unexpected places. Let’s see if it prevents me from taking myself too seriously.
November 25, 2012 § Leave a comment
November 24, 2012 § Leave a comment
When you have guests in town whose company you enjoy, it doesn’t really make sense to take time away from your day to make arts & crafts. Instead, I took snapshots of our outing. It poured all day so the only photo op was the Xmas train we encountered by accident. I am a big fan of miniature decor around model trains, so here is some of that.
And so begins the holiday season that I usually feel at best ambivalent about — today, though, I sure enjoyed the train and the scenery, especially an Abominable Snowman on top of the hill. And how about that ice skating couple? Here is to lightheartedness.
November 23, 2012 § Leave a comment
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November 21, 2012 § Leave a comment
We made hand turkeys. I like making the one whose body is a footprint and whose tail is made of handprints. Last time I did this, J. was 1.5 years old. He is 5.5 now. See the difference
To shake things up, J. also made us play pin-the-head-on-the-turkey
Someone lost here.
Sorry if your eyes are hurting from the construction paper brightness.