I was seeing if a pea coat that was too small for me in the sleeves would fit Sophia (sadly, it did not.)
The children wanted to try it on too, of course:
And my geeky fangirl heart swelled when Trixie said, “Look, I’m the Doctor!”
Gilbert the Doctor:
And, for reference, the Doctor:
I’m sitting at the table with Gloria, Abby and Gilbert. Gloria is drawing. She has a good feel for color for a toddler and will ikely be another artist like her dad. Abby and Gilbert are drawing and playing a game with convoluted rules and it’s fun to listen to them. Beatrice just wandered up and handed me a pushed-in cowboy hat and asked me to fix it. I did, she put it on her head, and immediately added another cowboy hat and a tricorn. “I have three hats!” she declared. Bede is watching the Monsters Inc. bonus disc animatics, one of his current favorite areas of study. Faith is playing Webkinz and telling me all the trivia questions she doesn’t know the answers to. “Mommy, did you know that Cleopatra’s favorite color was purple?”
They’ve all been watching Doctor Who with me. I am of course happy to re-watch older episodes and it’s fun to see how the history in them sticks with the kids later. Faith and Abby and I are reading the American Girl Molly books, which are set during World War II. I heard Abby tell Faith “That’s when Rose met Captain Jack, during the Blitz!”
Abby told me what kind of boyfriend she wants. At eight years old this kid has some priorities. She informed me that she wants a “tough” boyfriend, and showed me a picture she had drawn of a skate punk kid with a spiky hairdo and a skull on his shirt, smirking and making a muscle with his arm. I said that tough was fine but funny was better, because funny meant smart and smart always beats tough.
She sighed.
“You sound like Faith,” she said. “She wants a computer geek boyfriend.”
She shook her head and rolled her eyes and went back to the drawing.
Hee hee!
The kids and I have been singing this one all day today.
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10. When I was 8, he made me buy a real fishing rod instead of the crummy Snoopy one, and explained why the real one was better.
9. He bought me a BB gun even though my mom almost had a conniption fit.
8. He always let me order food like I wanted it in restaurants, and made sure the server knew the 9 year old really did want her steak medium rare.
7. He read me grown-up poetry, and taught me to look up, speak clearly, and be proud when I read aloud.
6. He taught me to love good cheese, good coffee, and tinned sardines on crackers.
5. He taught me to protect people smaller and weaker than myself from thugs and bullies.
4. He came to all of my basketball games.
3. He took me on evening walks, and the cats would come to keep us company.
2. He showed me that what you do is infinitely more important than what you say.
1. He stayed with me for one lovely day when I was ill and fevered, on a boat, in a foreign land, and it was perfect.
I love you The Most Of All, Daddy. Thank you for everything.
IMG_0305, originally uploaded by feebeeglee.
Pretty much captures summer here: kids in the pool, diapers on the clothesline. Life is Good!
There’s some more pix over at flickr.
Tagged by Dawn.
1. Open the fourth picture folder on your computer
2. Select the fourth picture in the folder
3. Post the picture to your blog & explain the picture
4. Tag 4 people to do the same
That’s the Indomitable Bede, at 15 months old. I was trying to get a picture of the lovely purple gifts he was wearing: a soaker from Pamela and a shirt from Shelly. Then, as now, he was always in motion. And very cute.
Tagging everyone! Tag, tag tag tag!
Bede asked me to bake cookies yesterday, so that’s what we did today. He asked me by placing a storebought cookie on a baking sheet and declaring “make cookies HOT!”
Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Cookies (Large Family Edition)
Makes About 100 Cookies
4 sticks butter, room temp
4 eggs, room temp
3 cups brown sugar, packed
1 tablespoon vanilla
2 teaspoons cinnamon
2 teaspoons baking soda
3 cups all-purpose flour
6 cups oatmeal
1 package chocolate chips
Preheat oven to 350. Mix butter and sugar, then eggs and vanilla. Add flour and baking soda, mix well. Add cinnamon and oatmeal, oatmeal in two parts. Rest your hands from all the stirring to make sure the cookie sheets are clean cause at my house they never are, they’re on the stove still dirty from the garlic toast. Finally, add the chocolate chips. Drop rounded spoonfuls on ungreased cookie sheet and bake for 9 minutes. They’ll be lovely and flat and chewy with crispy edges. Then eat so many you pass out.
They taste the best if you have a little autistic boy capering about chortling and saying “cookies HOT! ee hee hee hee hmmhnn!” but I understand that may not be possible, pity.
Bede shows us his latest efforts in movie studio logo reproduction:
Gloria is always ready to assist:
I feel better. I think I have mood issues midcycle anyway, and an especially rotten day makes it so much worse. You’d think I’d know about the whole cyclical nature of woman stuff, but I forget. At any rate, I’m improved now.
I’m reading to Trixie. She sure is cute. She thinks everything is “a great story! Let’s read ‘nudder one!”
So far we’re up to ten, but she seems to be wandering off for longer times between each book. I need to get out a bunch that were put away because they’ll be new to her.
The six year old is regressing and pooping and peeing on the floor again, after 2 months of not doing so.
His brother has become a pathological liar at four and a half.
The baby is infuriated at all times by our refusal to allow reckless climbing practices.
The three year old is a solid wall of either sobbing or defiance.
The nearly-eight has gained a previously unseen attitude of “OKAY! FINE!” eyeroll, sigh.
The nine year old is either daydreaming and vapid or being a pain to the youngers.
When will the grown-ups get here to take over for me? Cause baby, I am SO OVER THIS.
The new look for Mothering launched today. I really don’t have an opinion on the look and feel because I’m still reeling from the pro circumcision piece they published.
Disgusting. I’m so disappointed in you, Mothering.
Edited 6/03 to direct to new link
I know it won’t be summer here in the Northern Hemisphere for a few weeks more but I can sure feel it coming. We got out the easy set pool we all loved so much last year and it’s filling up. I need a smaller blow-up pool for G-Lo cause she’s too short for the easy set. We’ll be spending some time in the pool(s) every day, if last year is any indication.
I got the big girls swimsuits from Lands’ End. They are well made and have good coverage. Highly recommend. I got them on sale and free shipping but they’re worth full price and paid shipping. I swear, swimsuits these days! I was both unsurprised yet faintly disappointed to discover that my suit from last year fits fine. It is a little big, but not enough to replace. Ah well.
This is what Bede draws. He’s done better than this, but it’s a good representative sample.
Also
And we don’t even own any of these, I think:
This natural health forum is the latest place I’ve discovered for ahem, “alternative” medicine. I originally wrote a paid review of it for mturk and I’ve since given it a deeper perusal. It’s not too busy, but it has a dedicated bunch of regular posters. Sometimes I don’t want to go to Mothering.com’s boards, or I want another viewpoint. Sometimes I like to rubberneck the biomed autism cure crowd – they have a different perspective than I do, to be sure, but we all have autistic kids who will become autistic adults, and it’s my experience (very limited) that most parents come around to accepting autism.
I like the Nutrition subforum. I’m not as crunchy woo as some of my friends but I try to avoid GMOs in my food (no Roundup Ready for me, thanks!) and high fructose corn syrup when possible. It’s kind of nice to go to a forum where I am absolutely not the weirdest. Although, again, the Mothering.com nutrition forum, esp. Traditional Foods, has this one beat by a mile.
So that’s one of the places I’ve found. Any interesting places y’all have discovered?
So, my unconditional Rule is “If I’m running the air conditioner, I won’t run the clothes dryer.” If it’s hot enough for the air to be on, it’s hot enough to dry clothes. I also hang clothes on days we don’t run the air, but I don’t feel as guilty running the dryer then. And I run the dryer exclusively from November through early March, since I don’t have an easy way to dry eight folks’ worth of clothes and cloth diapers inside.
I had planned this long rambly post about crunchy conservatism and now Trixie is being very uncooperative and loud and I can’t think at all. Pity.
Reckon that’s why I only blog once a month these days.
My son is developmentally disabled.
Every time I hear the word “retard” or see it, or hear someone flippantly refer to something they dislike as “retarded” I wince inside because it stabs me. I have some younger relatives who use it as a default insult word, and I guess this is my passive-aggressive way to ask them to stop.
Stop saying retard.
Stop saying “ur so retarded!” in Facebook comments.
Eliminate the word as an insult from your vocabulary.
Please.
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