Saturday
I love Saturdays.
Today was just a bliss fest over here. I give the weather a lot of credit. We rolled out fairly early to walk to the farmer's market where we get our coffee beans, then wandered over to the park for a while, where we ran into a family from the dojo. The kids found and inspected dead crayfish, tried to pry out a live one from its watery dwelling, and saw two groundhogs peeking out from a hiding place under a rock wall. Watching those two little chubby, fuzzy faces, squished together, staring blankly out at us was unexpectedly comical. Well, for me. I'm easily amused.
We spent the rest of the day kicking around, and I made another Turkish meal because I'm obsessed with Turkish cuisine. We had Hünkar Begendi, lamb stew served over a creamy, buttery, cheesy eggplant puree, with a shepherd's salad on the side. The kids, who -- between the two of them -- hate everything, ate a lot of it. Annika ate the stew and asked for seconds, even though it was half lamb, and she claims to hate lamb. Celyn ate everything, and Quinn repeatedly exclaimed over it. So the long prep time was worthwhile. I grew parsley and mint outside the kitchen this year, and have been finding myself going out there at least once a day to pick some for something, and I love being able to do that.
I even managed to make some progress on my friend issues today, and saw the error of my ways. Yeah, really, I do that occasionally.
Ani started to struggle before dinner, and was acting up, and we were cross with her, and she had a really spectacular meltdown when it came time for her bath. Realizing that our attitudes -- well, mainly mine -- probably had a lot to do with it, I went up and held her in her bed for a long time, and talked to her, and the storm passed. She feels things very intensely, and I need to be more careful with her in general, being more sensitive to how she takes things personally.
Although she unwound, I could see that, considering the stress of a new grade and all, she needed more Mommy time. So I brought her down for some melon, then brought her up for a bath. She wanted me to get in, like old times, so I did, and we played water guns. The way she plays water guns is that the three water guns make up a family, and they swim around and talk and get into mischief and get rescued by their daddy watergun or mommy watergun and ... yeah. I just wanted to shoot each other.
After, she was very happy and relaxed, and I read her stories and put her to bed. (Cel got the Daddy bedtime treatment.) She needs a heck of a lot more from me, emotionally, than Cel does, and sometimes it's really a struggle for me. But I'm 35 and she's 6, so I have to be the one who sucks it up and deals.
Now the kids are asleep, I'm done with this entry, and I'm going to get another glass of rockin' cab sauv and go watch a movie with this man here who is going to rub my feet throughout. Yep, things are working out just fine.
Today was just a bliss fest over here. I give the weather a lot of credit. We rolled out fairly early to walk to the farmer's market where we get our coffee beans, then wandered over to the park for a while, where we ran into a family from the dojo. The kids found and inspected dead crayfish, tried to pry out a live one from its watery dwelling, and saw two groundhogs peeking out from a hiding place under a rock wall. Watching those two little chubby, fuzzy faces, squished together, staring blankly out at us was unexpectedly comical. Well, for me. I'm easily amused.
We spent the rest of the day kicking around, and I made another Turkish meal because I'm obsessed with Turkish cuisine. We had Hünkar Begendi, lamb stew served over a creamy, buttery, cheesy eggplant puree, with a shepherd's salad on the side. The kids, who -- between the two of them -- hate everything, ate a lot of it. Annika ate the stew and asked for seconds, even though it was half lamb, and she claims to hate lamb. Celyn ate everything, and Quinn repeatedly exclaimed over it. So the long prep time was worthwhile. I grew parsley and mint outside the kitchen this year, and have been finding myself going out there at least once a day to pick some for something, and I love being able to do that.
I even managed to make some progress on my friend issues today, and saw the error of my ways. Yeah, really, I do that occasionally.
Ani started to struggle before dinner, and was acting up, and we were cross with her, and she had a really spectacular meltdown when it came time for her bath. Realizing that our attitudes -- well, mainly mine -- probably had a lot to do with it, I went up and held her in her bed for a long time, and talked to her, and the storm passed. She feels things very intensely, and I need to be more careful with her in general, being more sensitive to how she takes things personally.
Although she unwound, I could see that, considering the stress of a new grade and all, she needed more Mommy time. So I brought her down for some melon, then brought her up for a bath. She wanted me to get in, like old times, so I did, and we played water guns. The way she plays water guns is that the three water guns make up a family, and they swim around and talk and get into mischief and get rescued by their daddy watergun or mommy watergun and ... yeah. I just wanted to shoot each other.
After, she was very happy and relaxed, and I read her stories and put her to bed. (Cel got the Daddy bedtime treatment.) She needs a heck of a lot more from me, emotionally, than Cel does, and sometimes it's really a struggle for me. But I'm 35 and she's 6, so I have to be the one who sucks it up and deals.
Now the kids are asleep, I'm done with this entry, and I'm going to get another glass of rockin' cab sauv and go watch a movie with this man here who is going to rub my feet throughout. Yep, things are working out just fine.
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