Sunday, April 29, 2012

Bike Video Found!

I found the videos and pictures I lost, containing my son riding his bike.  Listen to the birds in this video!  I can assure you that my life is not always so serene, but many times it is and I believe that makes me very lucky.

 This is how he feels about riding a bike.

Anyway.  I've had a nice few days.  On Friday my mom and I took the kids to the Children's Museum, then we went to pick up my niece from her new school.  It's a school that teaches hearing impaired children to speak.  Her teacher seemed kind, and it was sweet to see her holding hands with the other children, who all have cochlear implants like hers.  Saturday, I hung around the house with my husband and kids for a while, then I got to visit my cousin for a bit, then Bee had a friend sleep over.  Sleepovers are fun, and the kids get ice cream which means I get some too.  Today my dad came for a visit.  We took him out to lunch at a Mexican restaurant.  He rarely lets us buy, but today he did. 

One last thing.  My daughter calls an ambulance an alience.   It sounds like she's saying aliens.  "Mama, the aliens is coming!"


Sunday, April 22, 2012

The Egg

A few weeks back, we took a walk on the path by our house.  We walk on this path frequently, and the kids always find golf balls, walnuts, pine cones, sticks, and other treasures.  This day, however, Sylvie shouts out, "I found an egg!"  She opens her little palm, and shows me a tiny bird egg, whole and speckled.  Walter runs over to see.  They can't believe it.  They are making plans faster than I can process what's happening.  Suddenly we are walking back toward home, and they are going to hatch that egg. 

Now, I know that the chances of the egg containing a live bird are pretty much zero.  I cautiously tell them, "I don't think an egg can survive once it's fallen from the nest."  But they have the hope that only children can have, and I'm not about to squash it.  I will let them try, there is no harm in that.

The walk home is fraught with anxiety.  She wants to carry the egg, because she found it.  She closes her fist around it, and runs down the asphalt path, arms swinging.  He shouts every few seconds, "Don't drop it!  Walk slower!  Are you squeezing it?!?!  Can you walk in the grass so that if it falls it won't break?"   He is sure it won't make it home.  She lets him carry it the last bit of the way.

Once inside the house, they make a nest out of a tissue, and put it under our living room lamp, for warmth.

The egg sits under our lamp for over 3 weeks.  If either kid makes a loud noise, the other exclaims, "Remember!  The egg!  Shhh!"  They think loud noises will hurt the bird's ears.

Finally they decide that it isn't going to hatch.  We made plans to bury it, but haven't done it yet.  Walter is riding his bike out front, and comes screaming into the house, "I found another egg!"  He did indeed find another tiny egg, this time right on the road.  I pick it up and we discover that it has cracked.  I get a small shovel, and they take turns digging a hole.  Sylvia puts in the egg she found, Walter puts in the egg he found.  She says, "Good-bye baby birds, we love you!"  He is quite tearful, and tells me several times throughout the rest of the day how sad he is about the eggs.

This stuff matters to them.  I hope they know that it matters to me too.


Monday, April 16, 2012

You Know What's Fun?

Doing math with Darth Vader, that's what's fun.


Wednesday, April 11, 2012


My baby is four. My heart wonders where the years went, but my head knows they went to reading storybooks and playing at the park and walks around the neighborhood. Somehow those things take up all the time and it's 4 years later.

Let's see. At four, she loves to draw. She wants to learn to read. She plays with her Strawberry Shortcake dolls and her Legos and her brother. She likes to eat pasta, broccoli, and candy. She will never admit that she has to pee. She will not share anything that resembles a baby, saying, "It's special to me." She never says no to a walk or to snuggling in the bed.

She wanted a party for her birthday. She said it should be a picnic at the park. So I invited her family and her preschool friends, spread out some blankets, and made lots of cake.

Candyland is her favorite game.

Queen Frostine

Like last year, she had to hold my hand in order to blow out the candles.

I love this 4 year old!


Friday, April 6, 2012


She said she was making soap marshmallow.