Today is the tenth anniversary of my father's death. That is a very large statement and it requires some exploring and I had planned to write about my father today.
And then Boston happened.
I lost my dad to cancer and while that sucks about a hundred different ways, right now it feels like it pales in comparison to the sudden and shocking loss the families in Boston are experiencing tonight.
Perhaps comparing isn't all that helpful. Grief is grief.
Someone lost their 8 year-old son today. I am rocked with anger about an unnecessary evil that changed the path this family now has to take.
Jerks.
Monday, April 15, 2013
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Kid Logic, Kidlogical
They say it takes two to three weeks to either break a bad habit or start a new (presumably) good one.
Well, darn it, I got out of practice with blogging again and I sorely miss it. I like to tell myself you've missed me too. Time to get writing again, even if just to remember how grand it feels to hear the clicks and clacks of my keyboard and how magical it can feel when the words pour from my mind onto these pages.
My darling son Turbo has an inquisitive mind. I love that about him. Or, in Internet-speak, I <3 that about him.
With fresh fruit more abundant at grocery stores these days, my husband and I have started introducing the idea of dessert after a few meals each week. So far, we've had strawberries, blueberries, and blackberries. Somehow, even though we are far far away from summer, the blackberries have been the overwhelming favorite as they were oh-so-juicy and not even a little bit tart. These kids are in for a rude awakening the first time we come across them growing on the local walking paths. "Sure you may eat those." "Mom, ew, these are terrible!" Or at least those are my memories when I ate them too soon in the season as a kid.
Tonight dessert was strawberries and before I describe the hilarious and beautiful kidlogical moment, I want to take a moment to pat myself on the back for introducing the concept of dessert without it having to mean piles of chocolate chip cookies or mounds of vanilla ice cream smothered in buttery caramel sauce... mmm, is anyone else hungry?
I am quite sure I do plenty of things the 'wrong' way (even though I swear there is no right or wrong in parenting), but this one feels right. Fruit is so naturally sweet and delicious and also full of fiber and other goodies. And I'm sure we'll have our chocolate nights too, but only after fruit is well-established as the norm.
Kidlogical moment #1
Turbo: "Mom, why are they called strawberries when they aren't made out of straws?"
Well, darn it, I got out of practice with blogging again and I sorely miss it. I like to tell myself you've missed me too. Time to get writing again, even if just to remember how grand it feels to hear the clicks and clacks of my keyboard and how magical it can feel when the words pour from my mind onto these pages.
My darling son Turbo has an inquisitive mind. I love that about him. Or, in Internet-speak, I <3 that about him.
With fresh fruit more abundant at grocery stores these days, my husband and I have started introducing the idea of dessert after a few meals each week. So far, we've had strawberries, blueberries, and blackberries. Somehow, even though we are far far away from summer, the blackberries have been the overwhelming favorite as they were oh-so-juicy and not even a little bit tart. These kids are in for a rude awakening the first time we come across them growing on the local walking paths. "Sure you may eat those." "Mom, ew, these are terrible!" Or at least those are my memories when I ate them too soon in the season as a kid.
Tonight dessert was strawberries and before I describe the hilarious and beautiful kidlogical moment, I want to take a moment to pat myself on the back for introducing the concept of dessert without it having to mean piles of chocolate chip cookies or mounds of vanilla ice cream smothered in buttery caramel sauce... mmm, is anyone else hungry?
I am quite sure I do plenty of things the 'wrong' way (even though I swear there is no right or wrong in parenting), but this one feels right. Fruit is so naturally sweet and delicious and also full of fiber and other goodies. And I'm sure we'll have our chocolate nights too, but only after fruit is well-established as the norm.
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| All hail the strawberry! |
Kidlogical moment #1
Turbo: "Mom, why are they called strawberries when they aren't made out of straws?"
Kidlogical moment #2
Turbo: "Mom, why are they called walkie-talkies when we don't walk on them?"
Keep the questions coming, kid.
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