Saturday, September 27, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
I've been out of sorts to say the least. John says that I'm always like this about three months after a baby. All my hair is falling out.
I'm exhausted. I'm at my mother's house, and it has been raining all day. Ruby and I went back to bed at ten this morning and woke up at four.
Ella is trying my very soul with her almost seven year old self, the noise and the strewing, the constant evaluation of what if fair and unfair.
Monday I'm going to go back with renewed vigor. And be a better mama. Promise.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
We all picked raspberries on sunday afternoon. We are still grasping at every little bit of summer, but the spiders and the goldenrod are hinting at cool weather ahead. We picked a gallon of berries. Late last night I made a cobbler to have for breakfast this morning and in lunchboxes.
I used that old simple ten dollar pudding recipe.
1 stick of melted butter
1 cup flour
1 cup sugar
1 cup milk
spoonful of vanilla
3 tsp baking powder
1 quart of fruit, heated
Mix up the batter, pour it into the pan, and then pour the fruit on top.
Bake at 350, 45 minutes to one hour. The recipe is just the right size for a pretty stoneware deep dish pie pan.
Ruby is starting to like riding face forward in her sling, sitting like a little Buddha. She didn't mind the raspberry picking as long at I kept her face out of the sun.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
I just spent some time looking at Three Sisters Toys. I got a pacifier clip and rattle for Miss Ruby, and I'm starting to thing about Christmas. Little John has been talking about "Hainta". I think I'm going to call Santa Hainta forever. That blue color for the ceilings of porches in the south is called Haint Blue.
Three Sisters is a beautiful little toystore. John and Ruby would like all their gifts from Hainta to come from there. Ella? Well, she started playing Sim City today, so she'll just be needing Abraham Lincoln biographies and maybe a laptop. Daddy's girl. She spent some time today studying three dimensional maps of the universe and watched some Nova Science now reruns. She tried to knit but got frustrated.
She did perfectly on her first test on friday. Ten correct spelling words. She was very proud that her teacher wrote awesome at the top. They finished Little House in the Big Woods and started on Little House on the Prairie. She wonders if I would ever punch a bear in the nose, and she is completely willing to use a corncob wrapped in the handkerchief as a doll.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
I'd been up since six. I drove the schoolbus and bummed around smalltown until lunch at Ella's school. I was the middle school lunchlady today. I know nothing about children older than six, and I find them fascinating. They can't stop touching each other and can't stop talking. They are quite sweet with the babies. They have a lot of freedom, so being with them for an hour is really more entertaining than it is difficult.
After lunch we headed home after a quick stop at the grocery store. Then the collapse on the floor. Ella arrived home, and I made an early dinner, terriyaki chicken and some udon noodles. I had the littles bathed and in their pajamas by six and we went back to school for the board meeting. John teaches on Wednesday nights this semester, and the babysitter was not available. It turned out perfectly though. There were other children there and they got to watch a Magic Schoolbus video and eat popcorn in the kindergarten room. They thought it was fabulous to be a school at night in pajamas.
The school is growing. The middle schoolers will have their own addition, and we won't have to hold classes in the kitchen. At nine am every morning every room in the school that does not contain a toilet has a group of children doing math. No office. No secretary. No detritus. There are three teachers that share an "office" in a closet. Even in cramped quarters there is a sense of ease. And a comfortable sofa for nursing Miss Ruby.
Sunday, September 07, 2008
1 c all purpose flour
1 tsp baking soda
2 tablespoons heavy cream
2.5 cups pitted sliced plums
1/2 cup heavy cream
1 tablespoon white sugar
1/2 cup butter
1/2 cup white sugar
1 tsp vanilla extract
1. Preheat the oven to 350. In a large bowl mix flour, 1 tbs sugar and baking powder. Cut in butter until mixture looks like coarse crumbs. Stir in 2 tbsps of heavy cream and 1 egg. Press in the bottom of ungreased 9 inch square pan and arrange the plums on the top.
2. Bake in the preheated oven for 25-30 minutes. While cake is baking, in a bowl combine 1/2 cup cream, 1/2 cup sugar, vanilla, and 1 egg. beat well and pour over the cake and bake an additional 20-30 minutes or until the custard sets. Serve warm or cool. Store in the refrigerator.
Saturday, September 06, 2008
Friday, September 05, 2008
I even had bandaids, Hello Kitty bandaids, for my playground duty.
Then Ruby proceeded to poop her way through two layers of clothes and onto my white eyelet outfit. I know, divine retribution for wearing white after labor day, but it is so insanely hot. At least I had my sling so I could cover up most of the mustard yellow poop stains.
I wore poop stains to show and tell. Luckily Ella had her dad there and his much more exciting, much more "explainable" job. She wanted him to wear his university shirt and hat, and she showed the class some maps of where he works and passed around his "book", his dissertation.
Are you feeling it? That my job is killing me and utterly unrecognized. That Ella isn't listening to me at all? That John's job comes with a "brand" and a paycheck, and mine is some sort of hamster wheel.
It is about being tired. When I feel good I'm happy to be monkey wrestling, watercoloring, grocery shopping, diaper changing, and picking up toys. When little people wake me up on saturday morning in the dark asking about juice and televison I start to really waver.