Lessons from the Weekend

1.    Don’t underestimate the power of Chuck E. Cheese’s to entertain the kids for 2 hours thus allowing you the opportunity to talk to your spouse with few interruptions.
2.    4:00pm on a rainy Saturday turns out to be the perfect time to go to Chuck E. Cheese’s.  It’s between birthday parties and before the dinner crowd.
3.    When your child wants to try to put the K’NEX windmill together by himself and insists he can follow the directions, let him try.  He learns nothing from watching you do it for him whereas when he tries to do it himself, what he gains is much bigger than just a windmill.
4.    When you go to the roller skating party, don’t be surprised by the number of times your kids fall down.  Do be surprised when the one who is usually less physically coordinated, and more likely to get frustrated and give up, turns out to be the better skater.
5.    When you lay down with your kids at night and one doesn’t fall asleep soon enough for you, don’t get frustrated and stomp out of the room.  But, if you do, take a deep breath, take a sippy cup with water back into the room, give it to the still-awake child and ask him to scoot over.  Wrap your arms around him while he sips and tell him how proud of him you are.  You will never, ever regret the time you took to let him know how much he is loved.

 

A New Year

I can’t believe it’s 2008 already. I don’t have a long list of resolutions per se, but there is a lot that I want to do this year. I have several books waiting for me like “The Art of Power” which was given to me by my friend Priscilla and two books by Pema Chodron “Start Where You Are” and “Don’t Bite the Hook” – all of which I look forward to reading. Naturally, I want to be more disciplined about exercise – that’s a perpetual resolution. I told my friend Peter the other day that I plan to practice meditation every day and take 15 minutes every afternoon to enjoy a cup of tea. He kind of laughed and said good luck with that. He’s right, I’m afraid. I’ll be really good about it for a week or so and then I’ll get busy at work and won’t take the time. Still, I’ll give it a shot. I also plan to write more on this here blog. I’ve been playing around on another hosting site, too – it seems to have more flexibility when posting pictures – so I’ll probably move over there. I’ll post the link when I’m ready to unveil the new site.

Tom, being the adventurous one, wants to do some fun things this year. He wants to go whale watching and go up to the mountains so we can do some sledding with the boys. We also talked last night about signing the boys up for soccer or Tball this summer. They may need it more after they start school since I’m not sure how much physical education they’ll get. In any case, they’re ready for it this year.

Dean’s resolutions are: he wants to go to the new park a lot and he wants to collect leaves.

Jack’s resolutions are: he wants to collect rocks and crystals. So he can kill the bad guys.

Here’s to a New Year!

 

Random Bits

When Jack rides on his scooter he peddles with his left foot and his right foot is on the scooter. Dean peddles with his right foot. It’s as automatic as the sunrise.

When dealing with a Lego kit, Jack wants to put it together exactly as directed. Dean claims he wants to help but really only wants to make off with little pieces to build his own thing. Once it’s done, Jack isn’t so interested in playing with it. For him, the entertainment is in the building. Dean wants to play with the completed project but will often take it apart and redesign it to fit his own vision.

As I have mentioned before, Jack loves to help me cook. Last evening, after I had chopped some fresh basil and fresh oregano Jack leaned down to smell the oregano and then got this beatific expression on his face, sighed and said, “mmmm, it’s minty”. I leaned down for a sniff and sure enough, it has a minty scent. Is it possible I have a budding chef on my hands? Oh, that would be amazing.

The other day Dean said to me, “I know how you can tell me and Jack apart. Jack’s eyes are like circles and mine are like almonds.” Really. Where does he get this stuff?

We had a babysitter last night so we could go to our friends’ house for a little after dinner party of appetizers and karaoke. I got forced into singing “Achy Breaky Heart” of all the ridiculous things. I love to sing but get embarrassed doing it in front of people I don’t know. It’s silly but I still care too much what other people think. It’s something else Jack and I have in common.

Dean has a remarkable singing voice, full of emotion and vibrato. I love listening to him sing but he gets self conscious if I ask him to sing and then he uses a baby voice or a silly voice. So, I just have to enjoy his singing when it comes naturally and make sure not to let him know I heard him. I vividly remember singing in the back seat when I was not much older than Dean – I’m sure it was loud and off key – and my dad turned the volume down suddenly and it was just my voice. I still remember how embarrassed I got. I don’t want Dean to feel like I’m trying to catch him or embarrass him. I just want him to sing. Not that I think my dad was trying to embarrass me – it’s just how I felt.

The boys are playing well together this morning. Finally. I love sitting here watching them with their heads bent toward each other, talking about how they’re going to play, what the game is. “And then, you pretend like you fell off the boat? And I’ll come to save you?” It’s so beautiful when it’s real.

 

Christmas Eve Conversation

Dean: Daddy, did you see this? (Shows him 2 feathers each with a heart strung onto them)
Daddy: No, they’re very nice. Where did you get them?
Dean: I made them. One is for me and one is for Mommy. Do you know why it has a heart on it?
Daddy: No, why?
Dean: Because I love Mommy. She’s all the Christmas I need.

 

Prince

This photo was taken at breakfast in Ariel’s Grotto at Disneyland.  I shot it at full zoom peeking through a 3-tiered platter of pastries.

 

Dean and Kate

 

Helpers

Last night Jack came into the kitchen and offered to help me make dinner. As he scampered off to wash his hands, I thought about how he could help. When he returned, I told him he could slice the mushrooms. I cleaned them for him and he sliced them using one of these:

When he was done, he asked what else could he do? I told him he could chop the onion and garlic using one of these:

Then, I handed him the cleaned green beans and showed him how to trim them. He trimmed the ends and snapped them in half (except for the long ones, he wanted them to stay long). While he did that Dean stirred the onions and garlic in the pan. And added salt. Pinch after pinch of salt. Until I realized what he was doing and moved the salt. I must have caught him in time because it was fine but I wonder how much salt he would have added if I hadn’t?

It was really nice having them help me. Jack asks a lot of questions “why do you pound the pork chops”, “why do you put the onions in”, “why do onions make you cry” but more amazingly, he remembers what I tell him. When Tom got home Jack told him what he helped with and explained that onions get really sweet when they cook for a long time. Dinner was delicious and we had great family time at the same time. By the way, my new favorite food is Israeli Couscous:

It’s creamy and delicious, especially when cooked in chicken broth.

 

Unforgettable

Back in September, Tom gave me a gift certificate good for 2 cooking classes at this quaint little place. My first class, on tamale making, was tonight. It was really fun and I came home with a dozen tamales. But that’s not what this post is about.

This post is also not about driving home from tamale class in the rain through towns with which I am unfamiliar. Suffice to say, the older I get the more I want to stay within a small circle near my house. But, that’s not what this is about.

Here is what this post is about. I walked through the door tonight, trying to be quiet so I didn’t disturb the boys, and as I walked past their room, Tom gestured for me to go in. Dean looked at me and said in the sweetest voice, “I wrote your name” and handed an envelope to me with my name on it. “Open it”, he said. Carefully, so as not to rip the paper, I opened the envelope. Inside, resting between the folds of blue felt was a pair of earrings, long ones made of a dozen sparkly hearts all lined up in a shimmery row. “Do you know why there are so many hearts”, he asked. No, I said. “It’s because that’s how much I love you”, he said.

I don’t ever want to forget that moment.

 

Interview with Dean

Dean, what is your favorite color?

Brown and violet. Mixed together. It makes sulfur.

What is your favorite movie?

Mike Mulligan.

What is your favorite food?

Indian. Remember when we went to that Indian restaurant? It was so good.

What do you want to be when you grow up?

A chef. So you can come to my restaurant and I will cook dinner for you. And when I see you walk through the doors then I will say HI MOM.

And my table will be ready for me?

(Nods) And it will be rainbow colored and no one else can sit there.

I love you Dean.

I love you so much Mommy.