Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label books. Show all posts

Monday, May 18, 2009

Avid



He became distracted on the way home from the school bus stop.

Sunday, September 7, 2008

At Laaaaast . . .

The kids are better. Yes, Alice wound up getting them too, though she only had one teensy pox mark on her nose . . . I only recognized it for what it was because of Seth.
So good news everybody! Immunizations aren't a complete waste of time! The pediatrician believes that Alice and Thomas were shielded by having current immunizations. Which, to correct an inaccuracy in my last report, I must admit . . . Seth hadn't actually had his kindergarten pox booster. I only thought he had, but after going over his records at the office, we recalled that they were actually out of pox booster that day, and it was my responsibility to be sure he had it next time.
Well. We see how well that went. I mean, come on, I have three kids. I can't even remember where I put my keys half the time, and they wanted me to remember to come back in three months for a pox booster? The good news is that he doesn't need one now. So both kids had free pox boosters. Woo hoo! It wasn't worth it.
Being home bound for a week allowed me to get a few things done, though. I finally canned all the remaining peaches and jam I had from our picking expedition last week.



Yes, my precious progeney and I managed to pick a prolific amount of perfect peaches yet again. This year's haul amounted to 78 pounds. To read one of my favorite peach picking posts click here.
I also finished reading the works of Michael Pollan (In Defense of Food and The Omnivore's Dilemma) along with a book written by one of my high school debate coaches, Waiting for the Light to Change. I finally sorted that huge stack of papers that has been sitting on my dresser forever, and we managed to replace our dearly departed Grand Am.
I also already have the year's quota of whine-listening filled, so I'm good there too.
One thing that has been cracking me up is Alice's fascination with all things Charlie & Lola. We've been borrowing the DVDs and books from the library, and she is completely enamored with Lola in particular. Charlie & Lola is a British children's television program, so of course the characters speak with an accent. Alice has been picking up the accent, and sounds a little too much like Oliver Twist when she asks, "Please mum, may I have some more?"
It all reminds me of a time before we had kids when I was extremely sick and had to miss a few days of work. One of the days Michael took off work also and we sat around watching videos for hours and hours on end. Of course, since I was the sick one, I got to choose what we watched, Sense & Sensibility, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (a little juvenile, I'll admit, but he'd never seen it, which was a travesty) and Emma were among my selections. That night Michael was talking in his sleep (a habit he has) with a British accent. That pretty much made the whole illness worth it.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

For the Bibliophiles

I just finished reading Three Cups of Tea, and I can't stop thinking about it. I can't stop thinking about how there is a whole world full of cultures and customs that I'll never begin to comprehend in this lifetime. I can't stop thinking about how lucky I am to have been given a free education as part of my birthright as an American citizen. I can't stop thinking about how being a woman in America means that I am just as good as a man. I can't stop thinking about the luxuries I enjoy . . . carpet, a refrigerator, books, superior medical care, grocery stores, running water, computers, electricity, showers, and safety in my own home.

Greg Mortenson is a remarkable humanitarian doing remarkable things (through the Central Asia Institute) that most of us didn't even know needed to be done. There are some things discussed in this book that I am not going to pretend to understand. The political side of the War on Terror in Afghanistan is something I haven't educated myself very well on (that will change). So, I guess I am recommending this book with the caveat that the reader will explore the topic beyond this book, which shouldn't be too difficult, considering that the Taliban is in the news yet again.

Friday, May 30, 2008

On Adhesion, or Lack Thereof

It cracks me up that the label never sticks very long on my can of non-stick cooking spray. Has anyone else experienced this?
Also, I have guilt that Al and T haven't been getting very much face time on the blog lately, due to the impending anniversary of Seth's birth. I mean look at them, how could I neglect these angelic little faces?

This was taken on our way out of the library. A trip to the library with these two is a trip indeed. T enters the library with the goal of un-shelving as many books as possible in a five minute span of time. Alice enters the library with the goal of tattling on T as much as she can. By the time we've left the children's section I'm usually pretty much over the library. In order to get any reading material of my own I have to reserve books online and pick them up at the front desk when I check out. It's not a bad system, actually.
My kids LOVE LOVE love books. I don't know where they get it from (snort). We check out about 30-40 pounds of books every week. I measure in pounds, because I have to tell the kids to stop adding books when the bag gets too heavy for me to carry.
Some recent reading favorites of ours have been:
Mandy- Uncle Tom's Cabin. I know, I can't believe I haven't read it before either. It's a treasure.
Michael- USMLE Step 2 CS Skill Exam Prep books (okay, not a favorite, but its what he's reading)
Seth- The Secrets of Droon Series and books about sports.
Alice- Thumbelina
Thomas- Baby Farm Animals (He calls it neigh-neigh).

Alice's class went on a field trip last week to the zoo. I realized when I watched her step on the trip school bus that she is growing up too quickly. I even got a little misty right around my eye area. My little girl . . . sniff.
It was sweet that when I came to pick her up her teacher had to carry her off the bus because she had fallen asleep. That made me feel a little better about the my-3-year-old-baby-girl-will-be-trying-on-prom-dresses-next-week misgivings that I'd had the entire morning.