Eat, Read, and Be Mommy

What kind of mom is that, you ask?  Well, today I was the kind of mom who:

–Got up at 5:35 with a 1-year-old

–Made whole wheat chocolate chocolate chip banana muffins for breakfast (SO GOOD!)

–Put the screaming, overtired 1-year-old in her room and closed the door for a couple of minutes until I found the gumption to deal with her screaming more patiently

–Allowed the 1-year-old to gnaw on a watermelon rind outside in order to make dinner in peace  (There was totally some pink left on that thing!)

–Joined forces with a neighbor to stick the 1-year-old into the bathroom sink to wash the mud off of her hands and feet before dinner

–Survived the day

I love my 1-year-old, folks, but some days are hard, and most days see a mix of stellar and not-so-stellar parenting for all of us. Here’s hoping you all survived the day as well!

Since we were at a family reunion last week and didn’t really do any grocery shopping until Monday, I had to figure out a Sunday dinner using only what we already had in the house.  My solution was to try this recipe for Sweet Potato Walnut Waffles–without the walnuts, of course, since my oldest is allergic.  I cooked up a couple of sweet potatoes and measured the wet ingredients and the dry ingredients separately, but I wasn’t sure it was going to be quite enough.  I still had leftover cooked sweet potato, so I started to half the recipe and add it to what I had already measured out; I was right in the middle of that when my nephew and his fiance called to see if they could come hang out with us for the evening (because when you’re engaged, the roommate experience grows old quickly).  “Don’t worry about feeding us, we ate a little!”

Seriously, guys?

I was a college student once.  I was engaged and broke once.

I also inherited the feeder gene from both sides of the family.

I told them to come on over and I’d whip up some more waffle batter, and then I ran down to shower my girls so they’d be free to play with their cousin(s) when they arrived.  When I came back up I started to add another half batch to what I had measured–there was still sweet potato!–before realizing that I hadn’t actually finished measuring out the previous half.  Darn it.  Perhaps I was blessed for feeding the hungry or attending church on Sunday, because I’m pretty sure I actually ended up getting all of the ingredients measured correctly.  Hallelujah!

The best part was that the waffles got a fairly universal thumbs up.  I left out the walnuts and subbed wheat germ (which I had) for the ground flax meal (which I didn’t); I was also fairly generous with the vanilla and the nutmeg, because that’s how I roll. The only thing I’d do differently would be to add less liquid to the sweet potatoes in the blender, because while they were easier to puree with more, I think the waffles would have been crispier with less.  We had not a waffle left over from what amounted to a double batch, and my oldest announced that we should make them again after eating her first waffle.

I’d call that a success.

Being able to honestly say that the family reunion was fabulous is a beautiful thing, folks, because it was for my hubby’s side of the family.  I am seriously blessed in the in-law department–they are fun and easy going, and they LOVE kids.  (Of course, our teething toddler was being a stinker and kept JUST wanting Mommy, but they kept trying!)  There were activities and games and treats and snacks and kids swarming everywhere–28 between the ages of 1 and 16, to be precise.  We had a blast.  (And then we came home and had a rough couple of days, because my kids can be pretty monstrous after a series of late nights in a row–which is why it doesn’t happen very often. Thankfully, we survived.)

I missed yesterday because we were celebrating my son’s birthday with out-of-town family, and we’ll be spending a great deal more time with that family this week; I will therefore leave you with four things I love about my son and excuse myself from posts for the rest of the week.

1)His eyes.  The combination of blue, blue eyes and looonnngggg dark lashes is to die for.

2)His grit.  If he’s in the right frame of mind, he can stick with a project far longer than many children can do at barely four.

3)His sweetness.  He’s still a four-year-old boy, but he gives surprisingly gentle hugs to babies and toddlers.

4)His dimples.  Oh, the dimples.

Until next week, folks.  Happy Independence Day!

Not everyone can boast of creating a new form of poetry; Marilyn Singer, however, did just that.  She has three books of “Reverso Poems,” which are poems that are read top to bottom and then bottom to top, changing nothing but punctuation.  It might sound slightly odd, but it’s kind of an amazing way to show two points of view, if the poet is skillful enough, and Singer is.  True, some poems are incredible while others are just interesting, but the fact that she makes them all work is phenomenal.  Two of her collections–Mirror Mirror and Follow Follow–use characters from nursery rhymes and fairy tales, while Echo Echo works off of Greek Myths (Arachne and Athena are one of my favorite pairings). If you love words, you’ll want to read all three books.

Yesterday.

I read Two for Joy on the treadmill at the recommendation of my friend Britt, who thought my second girlie might like it.  (It’s emotionally complex, which–as weird as it sounds–is just exactly her thing.)  At just under 90 pages, it’s really more of a novella, but then, that’s about the perfect length for my very young going-into-second-grade-r.  (How young, you ask?  The first day of school is on her birthday this year.)  It’s a sweet and thoughtful little story about a latter elementary schooler (at a guess) and her divorced mother who convince their fiercely independent Aunt Tannie to move in with them after her latest fall.  There are difficulties adjusting at first, and the author doesn’t gloss over them, but eventually love and plain speaking put them on the right track.  The text did occasionally fall a bit short of where I wanted it to be–in small ways, nothing major–but the illustrations contributed meaningfully to the story.  Bottom line?  It’s well worth the amount of time it takes to read this one.

Meindert de Jong wrote one Newbery Medal winner and four Newbery Honor books during the course of his writing career, and I have now–FINALLY–read all of them.  Hallelujah!

It’s not that they’re bad, mind you.  His writing style just isn’t my cup of tea, and it seems to be aimed toward the very young. Shadrach, which I finished last night, is a prime example.  There’s a definite charm to it, and De Jong’s ability to capture young Davie’s inner self is impressive, but I have trouble seeing what audience it was written for.  By the time a child is old enough to read a 182 page book, is he or she going to want to read a book about a boy who can’t wait to get his pet rabbit and then, once he’s got it, has to figure out a thing or two about what the rabbit really needs?  After all, he doesn’t actually GET the rabbit (whose name is Shadrach, by the way) until 94 pages in.  And yet–while the intended audience is a murky, awkward problem for me, I was moved.  There was some serious tension by the end, and Davie’s relationships with his family are lovely. (Idealized, perhaps, but  lovely.)  If you want a short, sweet novel about getting your first pet from a child’s point of view, this is perfect.  If the plot doesn’t sound fascinating to you, however, I’d skip it.  But the choice is yours.

The Gigantic Giant Goof-Up is the sequel to The Perilous Princess Plot, and I have to say, it’s delightful when a sequel actually lives up to expectations.  This one involves unfortunate wishes, a Holy snail, a young giant’s birthday party, a goat with the munchies, and a bona fide handsome prince.  Lavender is still dreaming unlikely dreams, Bonnet is still scared of quite the list of things, and Eliza is as down-to-earth as ever.  (It goes without saying that Gertrude is the goat with the munchies.)  This is a worthy follow-up to its predecessor, and I’m hoping Sarah Courtauld is far from done with the Old Tumbledown Farm!

I checked American Born Chinese out of the library during the tail end of my graphic novel experiments; I suspected it might be too old for my oldest, but the idea of it interested me, so I decided it was worth a try.  It didn’t take long to realize that my suspicions were correct–it’s WAY too old for my 9-year-old–but it was certainly interesting!

I came across Marion Roberts’ Sunny Side Up while looking for another novel by the same name (which happens more often than I should probably admit!).  I was immediately entertained by Sunny’s voice–she’s the 11-year-old narrator–but it took me a bit to decide that I also liked her.  She’s not perfect, and her view of life reminds me that my 9-year-old is going to be growing up a lot in the next two years, but despite the whirlwind of change she’s facing, Sunny keeps finding her way to the right decisions…sooner or later.  And she is facing quite the barrage of changes, by the way.  Her mother is looking to blend the two of them with her boyfriend’s family, which means Sunny will only be a part-time only child; her stepmom is very pregnant; her best friend is starting to be interested in boys in general (and one of Sunny’s least favorite boys in particular); and her long lost grandmother is trying to meet her.  I’m thinking it’s a tad old for my oldest–I’d look at 10 or 11 and up–but I’m glad I read it.  I did have to decipher some of the Australian references (if your child isn’t excellent at context cues, you might have to answer a question or two there), but even so, Sunny’s narrative style is compulsively readable.

I enjoyed this one.