Wednesday, January 30th, 2013
Chase has been dabbling in reading for a while. I know she can read but she is often timid about it. She’s not completely fluent yet and her personality type sometimes requires absolute perfection. Otherwise, everything is terrible. Terrible, terrible, terrible. But I knew she could do it because I noticed that she’s highly motivated by certain things. Notes on your paper? She wants to know what they say. But what I really wanted was to see her sitting down with a book. Not instead of but in addition to her other favorite things to do. So I got this great idea. I got the basket of easy readers out of her room and plopped them on the kitchen table. Right in the middle of it. I kind of thought all of these things would fall into place. Maybe reading is on her to do list but, if it is, it must be way down at the bottom.
Next thing you know she was all, hey I can read this! Why the books have to be smack dab in the middle of the kitchen table when there are, literally, books all over the house? Who knows. But this basket is filled with only those very basic level one books. You know, the ones that feature all of their very favorite and your very least favorite characters. Barbie! Strawberry Shortcake! My Little Pony! But she reads them! One after another she reads them. And, right now, it’s kind of making the kitchen the place to be.
How do you encourage your children to read?
Friday, January 25th, 2013
I feel bad because I haven’t been updating here and I know that things are happening that I already don’t remember. I realized Read the rest of this entry »
Wednesday, January 16th, 2013
We made cookies this afternoon and, while I was poking around in our family cookbook for the recipe we needed, I came across this page from an issue of Sassy magazine that I ripped out once upon a time and saved. It’s a recipe for carrot cake in an article about Mike D. making a fifth birthday cake for Sassy magazine which, somehow, about sums up my life at the time. What year was that? The internet tells me it was approximately 1993. So there you have it.
I’ve never used this recipe but finding and reading it amused me so much that I wanted to give it a whirl until I actually, you know, read the recipe and noticed that it’s from a book titled “I Can’t Believe It Has No Sugar” and decided to pass. It’s sweetened entirely with unsweetened fruit juice concentrates! Where would I even buy that? Where could you buy that in the 90’s for crying out loud? Crazy New Yorkers with their health food stores.
What was your favorite teen reading?
Thursday, January 10th, 2013
I had no idea what to make for dinner tonight and somehow that translated into thinking that making fresh pasta would be a good solution. I guess I tell myself that if I make something a little bit fancy, different and/or somehow challenging it will make up for dinner being a total afterthought. Ooh, look waffles! Fancy! The trick is to not make any one thing too much or it won’t fall under the ambit of fancy, different and/or somehow challenging. It’s a delicate balance you see.
We’ve attempted fresh pasta before me and Ben. This was maybe my fifth attempt. It’s always been quite edible but never what I would call a success. We’ve never mastered the pasta maker. It looks like a super breeze on tv but we always managed to get the dough stuck in the rollers. Too fast? Too slow? We couldn’t figure it out and would end up rolling it by hand or having crazy broken pieces. But today was a great success! I don’t know if it was because I used a bad recipe… or did something wrong. I mean how bad can a recipe of flour, water and eggs be? Maybe it was because Chase was my helper instead of Ben. The girl can rock the pasta machine. She cranked out the whole pound while I handled the dough and then ran around my other side between each batch to dust the sheets with flour. Avery helped a little too but it takes some muscle to turn the crank! It was so easy that I’m itching to do it again. I’m thinking ravioli!
Wednesday, January 2nd, 2013
That’s “ay” day as in Avery’s first day without Chase at home in what must seem like an eternity in kid time. She dressed up (her power’s in her fingers). Read the rest of this entry »