Friday, November 25, 2011

This Moment (or These Moments)

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{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the summer. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see.  (From Soulemama- see link in sidebar)

My this moment post has morphed into Thanksgiving pictures.  We ended up taking two beach walks and the pictures just ended up lovely. There is something about the light reflected off the water that makes beach pictures (especially this time of year) so crisp and beautiful.  The Maine beach in fall/winter is just my favorite. The beach is taken up by a few dog walkers and families taking a stroll.  It's quiet and calm.  When I was in high school, my mom and I used to go walk the beach in the evenings and I miss it so much.  It just makes me so happy.  The weather this weekend was absolutely beautiful and we almost didn't need jackets on Friday. 








Sunday, November 20, 2011

Cookie Walk

My kids attend the world's best daycare.  We love it!  After incredible guidance and a rocking outdoor space, what I love the most is that we don't have to do those fundraisers where you have to beg your friends and relatives to buy items that they don't really want.  In particular, I hate it when you have to do fundraisers with kids who aren't old enough to even ask those friends and relatives.  So needless to say, we are one of those families that are very bad at fundraisers.

However, Woodside has a fantastic fundraiser.  It's called the Cookie Walk.  All the families make a few dozen cookies and bring them to the school.  Then, those same families buy a box for $5 that they get to fill with cookies. (I have also seen it done at craft fairs where other people buy a box.)  So, ultimately it's a donation but you end up with a box of cookies in the end. A win, win if you ask me!
We decided to make this super easy pretzel, chocolate, and M&M bites. These little yummers are easy enough. 
The funny thing is that this activity really highlighted Elliot and Phoebe's personality.  We walked into the door of their daycare and got boxes.  Elliot spent all of five minutes decorating his box, and then he ran off and filled his cookie box to the brim. El loves his sugary snacks.  Phoebe, however, spent about 20 minutes decorating her box and then slowly added cookies to her box asking what each one was.  Elliot was outside playing for most of the time while Phoebe was sitting at a table working. I love observing my kids and seeing how their personality comes through in the things that they do.  

Saturday, November 12, 2011

11/11/11 at 11:11


I'd like to thank my students for reminding me that 11:11 on 11/11/11 happens twice a day.  Given the challenge (Elizabeth Kartchner) of taking a picture at this unique time, I only thought about the day. However, it happens I had a doctor's appoint at the time, and it seemed totally inappropriate to whip out my camera during an exam.  So, I made memebers of my craft group stay up (even though we were yawning) for the picture. Neither Jan or Rena could stay up long enough but Rosy, Alison, Ray, and I set the timer on my camera and made it work. 

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

A little late but Happy Halloween


Here are Elliot and Phoebe this Halloween.  In some sort of fit of spacey-ness I did not bring my camera with me to our Halloween haunt.  I left it on the table.  However, Mimi was happy to snap a picture and send it along.  

Here are the lovelies- a storm trooper from Star Wars and a frog.  Yes, this is THE frog costume.   Look familiar?

We've had so many frogs in the house.  I think this may be the last wearing and that seems so, so sad.  That little frog costume has been worn over and over: in the summer, to grocery shopping trips, to school Halloween parties, trick-or-treating, and just for fun.  Over the last few years one of the frog costumes has been through through at least five different Halloweens. I worked for both little boy and girl, was warm enough to withstand cold New England weather, and being washed and dried in the machine. There is something so innocent about my children dressing up as a frog.  There is nothing provocative or violent about this costume.  It feels wholesome and right.  Somehow that costume just seems to symbolize my children's young childhood.  

I feel like we are turning a new page as Phoebe outgrows it.  I'm already missing the frog costume stage.  I am missing the time when my children were entirely my own; they were unaware of the larger world.  As Phoebe dresses up for dance class in her leotard and tutu, I feel her begin to look at herself as a girl compared to other girls. They are both changing before my eyes. 

I suppose everything has it's time and the frog costume has had its time.  I'll be sad to fold it up and put it in the box of outgrown clothes.