Sunday, April 10, 2011

Sunday

Samuel has a new trick we are all excited about. So we set off early this morning for the park. Coffee at the park, 72, happy children; it was a great way to start the "day of rest". I love watching Nick and the children live. They love their father and giggle and play, tease and wrestle.

He picked the prettiest tree in the park to climb. He is really growing so fast. Last year when he got his summer haircut he still had a little boy face. But this year I feel like he looks very different. He has such a clever sense of humor. And apparently great balance. He is now a two wheeler. This time last year we were celebrating Lillian's two wheeling achievement. Little brothers won't lag far behind.

She is a funny runner. One of the reasons #2 is two wheeling is that Sophia wants his bike. She is always climbing up on it trying to make it go. Thankfully Gigi and Grandpa gave Lillian a bike last summer to ride until hers arrived from California. 3 bike + 3 babes= well, it equals.


If that were oatmeal in her bowl I am not sure this is the lovely look I would have captured. But pie makes every one happy in the morning.


I like pie in the morning too.

Production

I twiddled my thumbs all winter waiting for this day. The day when we could pack three week-ends full of activity into one Saturday. We woke up and headed straight for the back yard. Almost, after coffee and pancakes. This week-end the boys made banana. But most of the time Lillian does the pancake making. No boxed mixes, she's the real deal. I bet most mothers get sick of eating the redundant foody creations their children make. I made grilled cheese sandwiches. I made and made and made grilled cheese sandwiches. I also insisted my father eat and eat and eat them (at least that's how I remember it). I think I even insisted he take some grilled cheese sandwiches on a fishing trip. Gross, can you imagine eating a slimy grilled cheese sandwich on a boat in muggy Florida. Never the less my sandwiches were a culinary art. Pancakes are a much better redundant food. After years of week-end pancakes though, I feel like a bowl of plain corn flakes and wheat puffs would be a nice change.

We still don't have leaves on all the trees. Try to imagine a chicken coop in this picture. That is how I like to imagine it, and add some blueberry bushes and blackberry canes. Oh, also a clothes line, herb garden, screened back porch, and a cherry on top (an art studio just for me). Sigh. Anyway, the compost cube has now been assimilated into the garden and (theoretically) will be a nice "raised" bed garden. Nick has great mapped out rows. He gave me a bed. Lillian and I threw our share of the seeds right on top and then threw our share of top soil over them. This is obviously a very "theory" intense garden this spring. We may get some beets, potatoes, carrots, lettuce...we may not.
Production. Vermiculture. Worm bin. Canvas. Great multi-taskers. She is so cute!

This is a good-will pillowcase. I have to get a small gray satin ribbon for the top. This was a super easy dress for Sophia. 1$ chic!

We make our own pizza. Who cares, not very interesting. It is just an excuse to stick this goofy picture of #3 in this post. But, "pee-pa" is one of her favorite foods. Now, if she grows up and makes pizza every Friday night and #1 is making pancakes every Saturday morning...have mercy. You may need to imagine a home gym in the backyard day dream.

Performance



We seemed to have a week of performances recently. Lillian had a musical at school, Samuel rocked out in the living room, Sophie is always performing (generally by throwing herself on the ground, grunting and gasping "hep,hep, up, up", and finally going to see "Hairspray" with two crazy eight year olds.



She got to play the triangle and it made a lovely "ting-ting" sound. Star of the show! It wouldn't have been as delightful with out the happy "ting-ting" through out the song. Speaking of ting-ting, the ice cream truck passing by my house is also making a nice ting-ting...wondering if there is a sub-conscious love of ting-tings embedded with in my inner child.