September 2023 – Life Off Headset

September so far+ what we ate: a litany of complaints.

This started out as my regular weekly post, then a biweekly post. And now September is almost gone. So here is where we are so far this month….

Life’s been kind of super “meh” lately. And I don’t even know why I’ve been feeling so overwhelmed, or petulant about adulting – I haven’t been working full time so I have time, everyone is healthy (even with the Husband having knee surgery), our bills are being paid… It’s the adulting that is getting to me. Or maybe it is the not working full time that makes the adulting hard. Life seems more manageable when I have the anchor of work limiting my choices – or maybe I can focus my energy better when I’m working? I start back at work full time this week, so we’ll see.

But, if I can indulge – here’s a partial list of life stressors lately –

-The kids had dentist appointments and there were cavities. Like more than a few. Including a couple that had been detected at the last visit but I just never got around to setting up follow-up appointments to get them filled. And now I need to take the two younger kids to a pediatric dentist because it’s gotten so bad our family dentist thinks they need the pediatric specialist and possibly crowns for one kid. I think they might have genetically bad teeth because we are pretty good at brushing- not “three times a day every day” good, but at least “every night for two minutes and then mom does a pass and then twice a day most days”. And the three year old even flosses a couple times a week! They do eat candy, but not an unreasonable amount, and I always make sure to do extra brushing if we’ve had a particularly sugary day. Gah! It’s so upsetting.

-I went to get passport photos taken at CVS, finally getting on that passport renewal that’s been on my to do list. (My passport has been expired since mid September; I hope there are no international emergencies for the next 6-8 weeks.). Granted, I don’t think the lighting at this CVS was very good, and granted it’s been ten years since my last passport photo, but I was not prepared for how much older I look now than in my last photo. It’s fine. I considered having another picture taken, somewhere with better lighting, but it’s truly not worth it; I will maybe look at the picture once every few years. I feel petty for finding this so irksome.

-Then there is the three year old’s birthday party, which I didn’t plan until the last minute and now only a handful of kids from her class is coming, and not the kid that she talks about all the time. Two of my kids have birthdays right after really busy times of the year – the four year old after the start of school, and the 11 year old just after Christmas/New Year – so I’m learning that I need to plan/prep birthday parties before the busy part of the year hits. Or maybe not learning since I fall into this trap every. single. year. and have to scramble to throw a party together. I also find the September birthday a bit of a conundrum – first of all, statistically September has a lot of birthdays so there is a lot of competition for birthday guests and venues. But then also, September is the new school year, so people tend to invite the whole class to parties. It seems like birthday invites peter out as the year goes along because kids solidify their friend groups so that they don’t necessarily want all the kids at their party. Which is all to say, a September party – well pluses are we can have an inexpensive park party outside, but minuses are tracking down contact info for all the kids in her class, which means I can’t send out invites until after school starts, or, in the case of the 4 year old, after the kids all moved to their new classrooms. (note – the party happened – everyone had a good time, I think. more on that in a later post.)

-I feel bad that I’ve been messing up the 11 year old’s activities. One day I sent the Husband and the 11 year old (with the six year old in tow) to the first day of swim clinic while I went to a music festival with my friend and the 3 year old. EXCEPT… swim clinic doesn’t start for another three weeks. They arrived at the pool and everything was closed up. face palm. Then three days later, I totally messed up the time for her basketball workout – I thought it was at 8pm, but it was actually at 6pm and she ended up missing that. Ugh again. I’ve written both swim and basketball times now on the wall calendar.

-I’m feeling a little stymied by the decisions in life – two mainly: Window treatments in the living room and a new car. It just seems so overwhelming. I know we need window treatments – the sheers and too short curtains from another room have been up for over a year and I think the improvised nature of it all is just making our living space seem unfinished. To be fair, I care less than the Husband, but he cares very much indeed. I completely understand why people come to hire interior designers. It’s not that they want to spend money making their living space look a certain way – it’s that’s they don’t want to spend mental energy on it. In my twenties, I spent a lot of my time living in furnished rentals for various opera jobs. I learned that I really don’t care what a space looks like as long as it is functional and the bed is comfortable. This is what I care about the window treatments in our living room: cordless, top down/bottom up function so I can let in the sunlight without having the whole world look into our living room, light filtering. But there are so many other features – inside mount or outside mount? do we add drapes as well? how high would we hang them? does it complement the wood paneling of the foyer? too much! And it’s not like paint where we can just repaint if it isn’t great. Window treatments are expensive. And permanent. Decision paralysis.

-Also the car. The car. It’s 20 years old with 180, 000 miles on it. And last week I took it in for an oil change and some other random things. It squeaks. Random lights keep coming on. It leaks oil. It’s probably terrible for the environment. So… I know we need a new car. The Husband wants a mini van. I would rather not. But I also don’t really want to have to go car shopping. The beauty of my current car (2003 Subaru Legacy Wagon) is that someone very special to me sold it to us for a good deal. It is not the car I ever imagined I would drive, but it was a car that came to us at the right time. I did not have to go car shopping and test drive and compare and haggle and finance – I just had to decide whether or not to take this one car. It was an amazingly lucky situation.

-I feel like I’m still trying to find the morning routine. It feels like the bare minimum right now- the kids wake up, get breakfast, get dressed, I make lunches…. with a lot of free play sprinkled in there. But our mornings are really long – we don’t leave for the school bus until 9:50am – so I think the mornings can be more restorative for me than they currently are.

Things I want to add to my morning:
– 10 minutes (at least) of yoga.
– piano practicing with the six year old
– breakfast that isn’t finishing off someone’s uneaten yogurt
– teeth brushing for the kids, every day.
– a minute to think through my day.
-reading and journaling. (Though I’m trying to move journaling to the evening routine, but this past week, I’ve had supertitle work in the evening. And I’ve been really tired. I don’t know why, but this past year I’ve noticed that I get SUPER tired the week before my period – like asleep by 9:30pm tired, which is really early for me.)
-better clean up efforts for the breakfast dishes.

If I get up early enough- like before 6:15am, I can get reading or journaling or yoga in as well before the Husband leaves for work at 6:45/7:00a. But the 3 year old is also an early riser and is always interested in hanging out too, and time with her is also feels precious, especially as I start working more evenings and weekends. But time for me is precious too. So … maybe I should wake earlier even? I’ve been setting my alarm for 6:15p lately. Going to bed before midnight is also an important part of this equation.

All things things are fixable, of course. I sometimes feel like the things that I can do something about are more stressful than the things I can’t do anything about.

Okay – to balance that griping, it wasn’t all terrible:

-The 11 year old got a part in the school play!!!! I guess sixth graders don’t always get parts, so this is really special. She is playing “the smart girl”.

-The 3 year old is not allergic to yellow jackets. She got stung in the face at a birthday party one weekend. Her face swelled up something fierce and I was very concerned. The pediatrician was not concerned. It was definitely a “Looks much worse than it is” type deal.

-I started a new position at work. I still stage manage, but I have some added responsibilities with overseeing the department. I have some mixed feelings about this. Excited for the possibilities, but also nervous for the added responsibilities and balancing everything. One of the lovely things, though, is that a lot of people have been congratulating me on my new position, and when I walked into the chorus music rehearsal last week, everyone clapped and cheered. The good will and support I feel just beaming from people is both daunting and comforting.

-The Husband and I had an afternoon date. He was still recovering from his knee surgery, so we didn’t do anything too strenuous – we went and got fancy bagel sandwiches, then got coffee, and then went to a local garden and sat on a park bench and read. The weather had cooled down but it was still sunny, which made for a lovely time to sit outside and read. Then afterwards we went to run errands – we went to the library and stopped by the local deli, where the owner talked our ear off and told us how good parents we were because every time we came in with our kids they looked really happy and didn’t run around touching things they weren’t supposed to. Then the Husband says, “Well the youngest one is always very interested in the cookies.” And the owner says, “Here, I’ll give you a bag!” and he gave us a bag of almond cookies to take home. It was such an unexpected small town moment in our suburban lives.

Grateful for – the weather has cooled off here, but the beginning of September was verrrry hot, so here are my hot hot September gratitudes: :

– shady trails – I’ve mentioned this before but I feel so lucky to live near a shady trail. With the kids back in school, I have time to run in the mornings now, so the shade made the 90 degree weather bearable.

– sun shade in car – I have one of those fold up shades which you put on your windshield so your car doesn’t get as hot when it is parked in the sun. One of my least favorite parts of hot hot summer is a hot hot car. The car sun shade is definitely on my top ten summer must haves for helping to keep the car from getting as hot as it could.

– Basil from the Husband’s garden for basil lemonade. I think I’ve also mentioned this before – I’ve been making basil simple syrup and lemonade base to mix with fizzy water for a cold drink and it’s been lovely. The basil syrup gives a nice herby twist and cuts the sweetness of the lemonade.

-and now I am grateful for the cooler weather, even if it did rain all weekend. The trips of some trees have started to turn red and gold and . We are, after all, officially into Autumn.

Looking forward to:

– going back to work. I start prep for my Fall show this week. I think the show will be challenging and it’s bigger in many ways than anything I’ve done before, but I’m feeling well supported, so I am looking forward to it.

– apples. It’s apple season. My favorite farm stand is starting to explode with a variety of apples. I like to try all the variety, but I always forget which apple is which. I need to do a better job of labeling the apples that I buy. I tried taking pictures as I buy them, but when I get home, they all kind of look the same.

– wearing new to me running clothes. I have been running in nursing tanks and decided that I should get better options. I was going to order some new running tops and sports bras from online, but one day, I thought I’d swing by the thrift store to see if I could find anything there before I bought new. The thrift stores near me are very large so it always feel daunting to go – there are some good things to be found, but also there are a lot of things that are not of great quality, so it takes a lot of sifting to find things I want. But I ended up finding two Athleta bras and a couple Athleta tank tops. Of course the weather has cooled a little bit now, so I can run in t-shirts rather than tank tops, but getting new to me running clothes and not having to run in old nursing bras helps me look forward to my morning run.

– season 3 of Starstruck. This charming and hilarious 2021 series on Max is about Jessie who hooks up with Tom, whom she later finds out is a famous movie star. Jessie’s life is a mess, and watching her fumble though life and inadvertently get involved with a very famous person hit all the right notes for me. I’m really excited to see more of Jessie and Tom.

What We Ate: (So far in September – we haven’t been great about doing an organized meal planning and grocery trip; some nights I’ve had to open the pantry and freezer and be creative. Luckily, we keep a well stocked pantry and I prioritize buying vegetables)

Tuesday: Pasta with broiled tomatoes (using up some of the last of the summer tomatoes from the Garden) from Dinner Illustratedd.

Wednesday: Smoked Salmon snack dinner – crackers, spreads, fruit, cut up crudite.

Thursday: Taco Salad. Improvised by throwing together lettuce, black beans, cut up tomatoes, a chipotle dressing, avocado and tortilla chips. This was one of those pantry meals that tasted better than it had any business tasting for the degree to which it was thrown together from whatever was in the house.

Friday: Pizza and Billy Elliott. This movie, about an 11 year old boy who wants to be a ballet dancer, set against the backdrop of the 1984 coal mine strike in Northern England came out in 200o. I remember it being hugely praised, but I had never seen it before, so I borrowed it from the library when it was my turn to pick the family movie night movie. What a lovely movie! It was a lot sadder than I expected, but the characters, especially the father really stayed with me. There might have been some tears along the way. It’s so funny how one watches movies differently as one gets older – I think if I had seen it in 2000, I would have been really focused on Billy’s journey, but 45 year old me really saw this as a movie about a father wanting the best for his kid.

Saturday: Salmon, roasted with potatoes and zucchini. Another dinner pulled off without forethought. One of the things I love salmon is that you can roast it from frozen – I can pull it out of the freezer and have a fancy-ish feeling dinner in 30 minutes. This meal was also a minor triumph because those potatoes had been sitting in the fridge for who knows how long and I’m so excited that I finally used them up.

Sunday: Meatballs and pasta. The Husband made dinner as I had gone to a music festival with a friend. I had food truck Vietnamese which was very tasty. I guess the owners fof the food truck are opening a restaurant three blocks from my work and I am veeeerrrry excited.

Monday: Eggplant noodle salad from the Greens Cookbook. I love this salad – roasted eggplant and blanched broccoli marinated in soy sauce, garlic, sesame oil and vinegar, eaten with noodles. (the original recipe calls for snow peas and bean sprouts, but I had broccoli and I don’t buy bean sprouts because they always go slimy before I can use them up.) This recipe is the reason that I keep the Greens Cookbook on the shelf. Vegan. Oh wait – I used honey instead of sugarin the recipe. So not vegan, but could be.

Tuesday: Corn and egg drop soup from Vegetarian Chinese Soul Food. This is a big hit with the family. I made a broth from ginger, celery, and jujube and it really gave it a special “my Mom’s kitchen” flavour.

Wednesday: Sheet pan gnocchi – one of my favorite quick pantry meals. This recipe was great for using up the last of the tomatoes from the Husband’s garden. Vegan.

Thursday: Chicken taco wraps. I had to work, so the Husband cooked.

Friday: Pizza and movie night. Dungeons and Dragons. Very entertaining movie, though completely formulaic movie based on the role playing game – I could see each act/beat play out predictably. But still, it was a good time. The 11 year old made a comment that she was really excited to see so many strong female characters. On the pizza front – the Husband made a Mexican inspired pizza by putting the chicken and pickled onions from the night before along with some corn and cheddar cheese on a pizza and it was amazing.

Saturday: We went out to eat at the local Japanese Hibachi and Buffet. We had promised the 11 year old that we would take her in 2019 and then there was a pandemic. So we are finally honoring the promise. So. Much. Food.

Sunday: leftovers/ fend for yourself.

Monday: The Husband made dumplings and green beans. I was working that evening. I think I ate leftover salmon on salad greens topped with kimchi.

Tuesday: The Husband took the kids out to dinner with a friend. I had leftover salmon on greens with kimchi again. I swear – kimchi is my “any meal” food.

Wednesday: Pad Thai Cabbage Salad from Hetty McKinnon’s To Asia with Love cook book and salt and pepper tofu. A pad thai dressing over rice noodles, shredded cabbage and kale topped with peanuts. The tofu is just pan fried and sprinkled with white pepper and salt. Vegan.

Thursday: Chicken rice soup in the Instant pot . I had meant to make spaghetti and meatballs in the IP since I wasn’t going to be home that evening, but I couldn’t find the meatballs. So I improvised – frozen chicken breast, carrots, celery, onions, a can of diced tomatoes, chicken broth and some frozen leftover rice throw it all in the Instant Pot with some salt, pepper, rosemary, and thyme. It turned out really well. Also I got to use up the celery languishing in the fridge. yay.

Weekly recap + what we ate: Back to School and Labor Day Weekend 2023

A couple years ago, our school district switched the first day of school from after Labor Day start to before Labor day, and I am not a fan. So much momentum and excitement to get back into a routine with kids back onto the school bus, and then it all gets derailed by the last long weekend of the summer. Labor Day weekend is supposed to feel like the last hurrah of summer, but instead it kind of feels like we can’t have too much fun because we are now in school and the routines must be kept. (not that we really did that…) The kids at the bus stop this morning were definitely very low energy. Though that might be the heat.

So last week – First day of school. This is the only picture I got of all the kids:

The 11 year old was in a low level amount of panic and not wanting to take the picture because she wanted to get to school. I get that – she leaves the house at 7:30am, a time at which the other two kids are still in sleepy shinegans mode. This is her face saying, “Fine. We will take this stupid picture, but I don’t want to be late.” She hates being late. The Husband walked her to school that first day. In subsequent days, I’ve walked her to the main road and made sure she gets across safely. Once she’s across, the traffic through the neighborhood is slower and there are sidewalks and other kids that she can walk with. I’m not at all happy with the speed at which cars come down this main road, and with the lack of stopping for people in the crosswalk. The Husband says we can can request traffic monitoring from the County to see if there is anything else that can be done to encourage traffic slow down and stop for pedestrians. We live by the hospital, so I always tell myself that maybe there is a person in labor in that car and to try not to judge. But it still pisses me off. And I do judge. I don’t get Mama Bear about many things, but not stopping for people in a crosswalk is one of them.

The six year old started first grade. The bus has been a source of drama. The first day, another mom at pick up got a call that her kindergartener did not get on the bus and was still at school. She went off in a rage to pick her child up. I guess I’m just glad that the kid didn’t actually get on the wrong bus. That would have been more complicated. Every September, I think about how logistically challenging it must be to get all those kids dismissed to the right bus, or car, or parent, and I’m amazed that it gets done. One child out of 200 sitting at school seems kind of not bad.

The three year old started a new classroom as well – so new classes for everyone! I was a little surprised that they moved her – this would be her third classroom in less than a year. But she is a September birthday, so I guess it’s not a bad idea to move her to the pre-K class. We are contemplating trying to get her into kindergarten next year – one year ahead of schedule. Mainly because we are tired of paying for childcare, but also I think she could be ready. She has a lot of spunk and independence but also is really good at following directions and interacting with people. There is a testing process that we have to go through in order to try to get her into school early, so that’s one of my fall projects is to figure that out. I know she is almost 4, but in my mind she is still 3, and the thought of my baby going to kindergarten… I’m not sure I’m ready for that.

First Day of School Sweetfrog tradition.

Labor Day Weekend was jam packed. The Husband was out of town – he went to Minneapolis with some friends. I guess the Minnesota State Fair has always been on someone’s bucket list, and they decided to go. The Husband had lived in Minneapolis right out of college so I think he was happy to go back for a visit. Which is all to say, I had a three day weekend at home with the kids. I usually like to have a mix of “to do” activities and “for fun” activities on long weekends, but solo parenting, I decided to let the “to do” slide and we did a lot of “for fun” things. I think when I have the kids by myself, I try to spend as much time out of the house as possible. I know they aren’t at an age where they will let me just plow through a house project (see my last post on no flow in parenting….). I suppose if I just handed them screens they would leave me alone, but I didn’t really want to spend the whole weekend locked in screen battles which usually arise when they have too much screentime – so I tried to be a little purposeful about the screens.

Friday we had a chill evening at home. I had thought about going to the music concert at the golf course, but I didn’t want to schlep everyone down there. Plus I knew Saturday was going to be a big day, so I wanted to have a low key Friday night. We had dinner, cleaned up, and then I promised that they could watch something. They chose Superstore, so we watched two episodes of that, then we headed for bed. As they were getting into bed, though, I realized I hadn’t thought through what they were going to wear for our trip to the Renaissance Festival the next day, so we stayed up for another hour or so trying on bits and bobs and things to cobble out costumes.

I always think I don’t need to have the kids in garb for the Ren Faire, but then I always change my mind at the last minute. Dressing up is so much fu, why wouldn’t we want to do it? This is what we came up with. Not bad for thrown together at 10pm the night before.

The 3 year old is wearing:
– a puffy white shirt that I pulled out of the Goodwill bag – it used to belong to the 11 year old, but she had outgrown it and it was a little more crop top than I originally thought so I wasn’t going to keep it as a hand me down.
-a pink party dress that my friend handed down to us. I feel a little bit bad because it’s a really nice flower girl dress and it got pretty trashed at the Ren Faire. But… it had been sitting in our closet for a couple years and I don’t think anyone ever wore it, so I figured at least this way, it got some use.
-a headband I had made for the 11 year old three years ago when she went as Moana for Hallowe’en
-purple fairy wings that we had bought at last year’s Ren Faire.

The six year old is wearing:
-a white blouse of mine from Uniqlo that I bought a couple years ago, but have worn maybe twice. I liked that it was a nice light fabric and a flowy cut, but let’s be honest, I don’t have a job where I wear button up shirts very much.
-A red faux silk scarf of mine, wrapped around his waist and tied
– a black vest made out out an old black shell of mine that no longer fit and which I pulled out of the Goodwill donation bag. I cut the shell down the front to make a vest, and then stitched the boat neckline to make the pointy/cap shoulders.
-his own grey shorts.

The 11 year old is wearing:
-An old skirt of mine that is super twirly and I love, but which I don’t wear anymore because I have little use for clothes without pockets theses days.
-A yellow peasant-y shirt from Uniqlo that I originally bought for myself, but which is a little short for my middle-age/post-3 kids belly, so the 11 year old now wears it.
-And a length of cut up black t-shirt as a sash
So she did not actually end up going to the Ren Faire in costume because we couldn’t get the sash to stay up quite right, but it was fun to create a look. I think next year I should think ahead and get her a costume cincher or corset. I think I could probably make some kind of cincher pretty easily.

Saturday we pretty much spent all day at the Ren Faire. (The official title is the Maryland Renaissance Festival, but I’ve always just called it the Ren Faire.) We left the house at 10:15am and did not get home until 7:30pm. It was a hot hot day, but I had looked at the weather and Saturday was the coolest day of the holiday weekend – only 84 vs. 91 the other two days – so that’s why we picked Saturday to go. We were able to stay in mostly shady spots and by the time we left it had cooled of significantly. And to be honest, I think once we accepted the heat, we barely noticed how much we sweltered. I was amazed at the people who came in head to toe leather garb. That is dedication. Also they looked pretty awesome.

It took a few hours to feel like we were having a good time – I always find the first few hours of the Ren Faire overwhelming with so many choices to be made particularly since a lot of the show are playing simultaneously on different stages. Do we see the juggling ro the acrobats? The Musicians or the magician? But once I accepted that we can’t see it all and leaned into seeing what we could while making time for quiet moments to sit and savor the atmosphere, I started having a great time. (It’s very reminiscent of Oliver Burkeman’s theory that once you accept that you can’t do it all, you start to enjoy what you can do even more.) We saw some shows, listened to some music (bagpipes!), ate food on a stick, played some games, saw the jousting. Jousting was something which I had never in all my years of Ren Faires never actually made it too so this year I was determined to go and we did! Twice! We people watched – which is one of my favorite things to do because there is some pretty entertaining garb going on, from the authentic to the fantastic. It was crowded but not suffocatingly crowded and everyone just seemed happy to be there. At the end of the day we were sweaty and dusty and covered with food stains. But, as a lady told us last year, “I can always tell which kids’ parents let them have the most fun here – they are the dirtiest ones.”

The three year old was asleep before we made it out of the parking lot – I carried her right into the house and put her in bed, wiggling her out of her stained and dirty dress. The other kids were not far behind. I spend the rest of the evening scrolling and cleaning the kitchen before heading to bed myself.

Saturday morning I woke up to the three year old asking me why I was still asleep, after all the clock said “6”. The Husband is the early riser. I am not. So I managed to let the kids amuse themselves until about 7am, when I got out of bed. I decided that we would make waffles for breakfast, and a double batch so that we could have some for breakfast the upcoming week. Our standard is the buttermilk waffle recipe from the King Arthur Flour cookbook, but I subbed in a cup of buckwheat flour for the all purpose flour. I had had this bag of buckwheat flour in the pantry for a while and thought this was a good time to use it. I couldn’t actually tell the difference in taste – maybe a little “nuttier”? They were not as light as waffles made with just AP flour. The 11 year old helped make the waffles and she made some with sprinkles and some with raspberries and blueberries.

Around 11:00am I packed a picnic lunch and we headed out of the day’s adventure – the Labor Day Art Show and Social Dance Showcase at Glen Echo Park. Glen Echo Park is special to us because it was there are a contradance that the Husband and I met. Glen Echo was once an amusement park and people could take the trolly from DC there, but these days it’s the home to a variety of artists and cultural groups. The kids’ summer theatre camp was here. There are a couple dance venues, a playground, and a small aquarium. There is also a carousel that you can ride – $2 for a single ride, or $5 for a wristband to ride all day. That $5 wristband is probably one of the best deals ever.

Glen Echo is one of my favorite places to take the kids. They played on the playground, rode the carousel, then we went to the Social Dance showcase – it’s an all weekend event where the variety of social dance organizations had a free dance – mostly with live music! – so people could come check out what the dances were like. We went for to the Family Dance, which I guess they now call barn dance. The Family Dance is run by the same organization that does the contra dance. It’s so strange to think that the Husband and I used to go contra dancing two or three times a month and now we haven’t been in maybe six or seven years. There were kids, then COVID. How hard COVID must have been for the dance community! The people at contra dances are such kind, smart people who strive for connection – why else would you be drawn to social dancing? To think that suddenly people had to stop dancing in groups, stop gathering to hear live music and move together…

When I walked into the dance with the three kids, it was just like I remembered it. . There was the same guy working the sound board, the same lady calling the dances. So many faces were the same, just seven years older. Though there was one gentleman, an older guy with a snowy beard, who looked exactly the same as I remembered. A few people recognized me, which is surprising because the Husband was the one who was well known back when we were coming – he had been doing it for years before I even got started. One guy said, as we passed each other in line, “I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“In about six years,” I said, gesturing to the six year old.

“You let a little thing like that keep you guys from dancing?” he said as he and his partner danced to the next couple.

Now to be perfectly honest, none of the kids wanted to dance. This was purely something that I wanted to do that I brought the kids along for. It’s like that line in Kevin Wilson’s Nothing to See Here – “Maybe raising children was just giving them the things you loved most in the world and hoping that they loved them too.” I had to bribe them to dance; I told them that if they each did two dances we would go get ice cream afterwards.

So they all agreed and each did two dances with me. The 11 year old was most reluctant, but I saw a smile or two eventually. “That was funner than I thought it would be,” she told me afterwards. The three year old required a lot of guiding on the dance floor, but she seemed to get it – although she didn’t quite grasp the do-si-do and just stood there are I orbited her. The six year old actually ended up doing a contra dance with me. He had only done one dance by the time the family dance was over and the contradance was the next session, so we stayed and he did the first contra, which was not very difficult and he actually did very well and danced the whole dance. Afterwards he said that he liked it, but that it “was a little much.” It was so much fun to be dancing, to remember what it’s like to dance to live music and move in counts of 4 and 8, and how smoothly things can flow. (Dancing must be one of my flow activities!).

After the one contradance with the six year old, I really wanted to stay for more, but decided not to push my luck that the kids would be willing, so we popped in to the art show – it’s a showing of art from artists and students at the various studios at Glen Echo, some pieces which were for sale. The kids got a little squirrely, so the 11 year old took the 3 year old back to the playground while I took another look around with the 6 year old. Then we took one more ride on the carousel and headed out.

On the way out, we stopped to peruse the pottery that was for sale by the Glen Echo Potters. Periodically they have a “seconds” sale where they sell pieces by weight, but this was the regular sale. I have a weakness for pottery and we walked away with a couple things –

This small mug – because I have two small mugs, bought back when I thought we were just going to have two kids. But of course we had a third kid, which makes hot chocolate time difficult.

This sponge holder. I love beautiful and functional things.

And this soap dispenser. Which I picked up and put back so many times because it is so beautiful, but also much more money than I should pay for a soap dispenser. In the end, I decided to splurge and we brought it home.

We then went for the promised ice cream, at the little shop near home. They were out of many flavors – not quite sure what was up with that, so we ended up having banana (three year old), peach (six year old), pumpkin (for the 11 year old) and passionfruit sorbet (for me.) Aside from the passionfruit, they aren’t flavors that we had tried before. The pumpkin was my favorite -it tasted like Thanksgiving! While we were eating our ice cream we decided to order Bahn Mi sandwiches for dinner since the prospect of cooking seemed so daunting.

We picked up our sandwiches and came home. The kids did some picking up and piano practicing and then we ate our sandwiches in front of the tv. We had much debate over what to watch – I wanted to watch some kind of musical. AT first I was going to watch Dear Evan Hansen, but I realized that the kids listening to the soundtrack is one thing – I wasn’t quite ready for them to see the movie yet. Eventually we settled on a movie called Everybody’s Talking About Jamie – a film that came up a couple times in a reddit post for best movie musicals. It’s a movie loosely based on the true story of a gay teenager who dreams of becoming a drag queen. It was a sweet movie – the music wasn’t particularly memorable or catchy, but the dancing was fun and I enjoyed the performances.

Proud Mom moments- the three year old folded the kitchen towels as part of her chores! I don’t have a favorite child, but I do have favorite child moments and this is might be one of them…

After the movie, we watched some trailers, then I sent the two older kids to bed because the three year old had fallen asleep on me. It had been many an age since I had been stuck under a sleeping baby, so it was a sweet, if inconvenient moment. Eventually, with some tips from the Husband via text (he gets trapped under the sleeping three year old a lot when I work evenings…) I got her to bed. then I went and cleaned the kitchen that was still in its’ post-waffle decimated state from the morning.

Labor Day Monday started off much like the day before, only this time with two kids in my bed. Eventually they realized I wasn’t goin to get up, so they took themselves off for other mischief. I have no idea what was going on while I slept, but when I finally got out of bed, the bench that had been at the foot of the bed had been dragged askew and there were papers everywhere. Oh well. We had breakfast and biked/scootered down to meet a friend at a park. It was so so hot, but our park has lots of shade so it wasn’t so bad as long as we stayed out of the sun. We took the scooters on a ride down the road since it is closed to car traffic on weekends and holidays.

We came home and had lunch. Freezer and snack lunch, meaning crackers and cheese and whatever I could find in the freezer, which turned out to be frozen edamame and friend ravioli. The fired ravioli was new to me, but we have friends in St. Louis who have told us how popular it is there, so when I found some at the grocery store last month, I got some to try. It’s basically ravioli with a crunchy breaded filling. I cooked it in the toaster oven and it was actually not bad. It doesn’t seem too healthy, but I think it is a perfectly nice sometimes snack.

After lunch, because it was the last day our pool would be open for the summer, we went to the pool for the afternoon. Even though I’d been to the pools with the little kids at last once a week this summer, the 11 year old hadn’t really come with us at all. (The one time she came, she forgot her bathing suit!). I’m glad she came and participated this time – the diving board was open, which it hadn’t been at all last year, and she loves jumping off the diving board. She later confessed to me that she felt bad about going to the pool because she didn’t join swim team this year and didn’t want to run into any swim team people. I felt so sad that this was what she was hung up on! It just goes to show how we can get into our own heads sometimes with a really false narrative. Anyhow, it was lovely to spend the 90+ degree day at the pool. Afterwards, we came home, ate some Dilly Bars and went to pick up the Husband from the airport.

One the way home we stopped for Indian food, where I had this really awkward exchange:
Waiter: Everything okay?
Me: Yes, but our butter chicken didn’t come.
Waiter, pointing at a dish: That’s the butter chicken.
Me (feeling awkward at not knowing the difference): Oh! I thought that was the chicken makhani.
Waiter: Chicken makhani and butter chicken, they are are the same thing.

Mind blown. And I felt like an idiot. Although, why did they let us order both a butter chicken and and chicken makhani??????

So we got home, put the kids to bed (eventually) and that was the end of our three day weekend. The house looked like a disaster, but I guess that is to be expected when we were home or out having fun all weekend.

And the Husband brought this home with mhim from Minnesota:

Grateful For:
-A smooth first week of school and everyone getting to and from school safely.

-The bag of peach seconds – made into a galette. The whole thing made so much easier because past me made a double batch of pie crust and froze it for future me.

The recipe I used has the galette baked in a frying pan, which I thought was a pretty good idea.

-Music with the kids. We don’t do it a lot but every so often I’ll sit down with the kids at the piano and we’ll sing songs. I don’t play very well, but I can bang out chords enough for us to sing. I discovered that there are lots of easy piano e-books available on Hoopla with our library card. I also recently discovered YouTube karaoke videos which we love doing too. Belting out tunes with the kids is such a fun way to pass 20 or 39 minutes in the evening. Last week, I also showed my kids my hidden talent for playing the spoons. Okay I’m actually pretty terrible at it, but it is a lot of fun. I love that the kids love making music too.

-A long weekend filled with fun adventures.

-Shady roadways, closed to car traffic, giving us a long way to roll

-Pourable mason jar lids. I’ve been very much into making my own fancy drinks this summer. My chai concentrate goes into a large jar, but the lemonade base goes into a mason jar. I’ve also taken advantage of our bounty of basil and made some basil simple syrup and then making basil lemonade. These mason jar lids made storing a pouring the concoctions so easy. I had originally gotten them when I was pumping and storing breastmilk in mason jars because the lids were great for pouring the milk cleanly into bottles. I love that they continue to be useful.

lemonade base on the left. Matcha chia pudding on the right

-Time to run. Now the kids are back in school, I’ve been running three times a week after drop off. I only manage a mile or two and then a very long walk back to the car, and it’s been great for clearing my head, listening to audio books and podcasts.

-Beautiful dusk skies. I love skies – the infinite variety of colours and cloud formations. I’ve never looked at a sky but thought breathlessly, “What an expanse of beauty.”

Looking Forward to:
-Kids activities starting up again. I’m eager to see what the routine will be like and to see where the spaces in our weekends will be. Currently the oldest is doing basketball (1-2 times a week), piano lessons (once a week + practicing), and swim clinic (once a week) and religious ed classes (once a week.) . I think she’s also going to do the school play too if she can get on the crew or cast. The six year old is doing soccer (twice a week, but only for eight weeks) , piano (once a week + practicing) and skating (once week) and religious ed classes (once a week). The three year old is doing agility classes (once a week) and skating (once a week). It seems like a lot to places to be, but it also seems like there is so much more out there that they can learn and do. The six year old wants to learn how to sew – there is a pace locally that has sewing classes, but you have to be 7, so maybe next spring.

-Using our new soap dispenser. I’m so excited to have such a pretty thing as part of my every day mundane experience.

-Billy Elliott, the movie. I have never seen this movie, but I heard it’s a great family film, so I put it on hold from the library and it just came in, so I think we will watch it for movie night. I’m trying to find more live action movies to watch for movie night. Cartoons are great and very well done, but sometimes I want to see real people. Suggestions welcome!

What We Ate:

Monday: Eggplant curry – I had bought some Japanese eggplant at the local produce market and had a can of coconut milk to use up, so I made a simple curry with eggplant and chickpeas. Vegan.

Tuesday: Cornflake chicken, corn and bagged Caesar salad. the 11 year old wanted to cook dinner, so this is what she made – the recipe is from the America’s Test Kitchen Young Chef’s cookbook.

Wednesday: Snack dinner and smoked salmon and green beans. Cheese and crackers and the like.

Thursday: Zucchini Boats.

Friday: Tomato and kale Pasta, recipe from New York Times. We have a bunch of tomatoes to eat from the garden, so we’ve been having some variation of tomatoes and pasta at least once a week. This recipe is cool because it’s pan deal – you cook the pasta, tomatoes together in one pan with a bit of water and it makes a nice sauce as everything cooks down. I also threw in some corn leftover from corflak chickn night. Vegan (we didn’t use the cheese)

Saturday: We just snacked all day at the Ren Faire.

Sunday: Bahn mi and Everybody’s Talking about Jamie

Monday: Indian Food, eating out.

Books Read – July 2023

Already September and just now getting around to the July books. I thought about doing August and July books together, but this post was already half written, so here you are…

Ballad of Love and Glory by Reyna Grande: This novel was set during the Mexican-American War, a historical event which I didn’t know anything about. It is based on the true story of Irish immigrants who join the American army then defect to the Mexican side and were given their own artillery unit. I really loved the historical aspect of this book and learning about a new slice of history. The writing is so descriptive and vivid. At the same time, I thought the narrative arc lacked momentum. And maybe that’s just the nature of war – people die, things just plod on and on. I felt invested in the story, though, because I really liked the two main characters – John Riley who lead the artillery unit and Ximena Solome a Mexican army nurse – and I was really rooting for their relationship.

The Year of Miracles by Ella Risbridger – I don’t usually put cookbooks in my “Books Read” list, but this one was so beautifully written – part memoir, part cookbook. I had read her first book Midnight Chicken and felt similarly entranced by it. A Year of Miracles takes place during the pandemic as Risbridger is mourning the death of her long time partner. It is an account of finding joy in the simplest of things but also for allowing yourself to grieve and to feel. It’s a testament to good friends and simple food. I love this book so much because she writes things like:
I’ve been grieving now for years, and grief sets “missing” as your default state. I’m always missing someone; and I’ve learned to live along the line of something being lost. I’ve learned to cultivate happiness in absence, and to love an empty space where something used to be in the quiet hope that it won’t be wasted: something always turns up to be loved, a fox, a star, a courgette. At cat. A home. A person.

And then she writes recipe instructions like:
Stir to coat everything in the lovely scented oil. You might have to turn the heat up here, but not too high. A medium flame, let’s say, at most. I trust you. If it seems like anything is catching, turn it down. Just watch it, and it will be ok.

Her writing and her recipes are like a warm, soothing hug from a good friend.

Killers of a Certain Age by Deanna Raybourn – This novel is about the escapades of a group of female assassins, which immediately piqued my interest. They have been in the assassin business for a 30+ years, but somebody is suddenly out to extinguish them and they have to go rogue to figure out who that is. I thought this novel was a lot of fun. 60-something year old female assassins who are smart, cunning, witty and can kick ass — well that’s definitely refreshing to read about. And their friendships – I like reading about female friendships and these ones are certainly complicated yet comforting. I’ve read Raybourn’s historical mysteries, but this has a certain fresh humour about it that is different. I wonder if she will write more?

After Dark with the Duke by Julie Anne Long – The next novel in the Palace of Rogue series. I really loved this novel – the heroine is an opera singer, so automatically that piques my interest. She is fleeing from scandal, having been the impetus for a duel, and comes to the Grand Palace on the Thames to escape and figure out what to do next. Having no money she agrees to put on a concert to raise funds for the boarding house. The hero is a celebrated war hero who has taken rooms in the Grand Palace on the Thames to write his memoirs but he’s a little stuck. He insults her (a little bit on purpose) and to make up for it he teaches her how to speak Italian and over the course of their Italian lessons they learn about each other and fall in love. But of course she’s an opera singer and he’s a noble lord. This is just a very nice romance novel about two very mature people trying to do the right thing, when the right thing they want to do is not necessarily the right thing society would have them do. There is a bit of an age difference between the two of them (20 years) that I found not really warranted, but that’s a minor quibble.

A Heart that Works by Rob Delany – A sad, wistful, and angry book about Delany’s two year old son’s battle with brain cancer. Losing a child just seems like such a horrific and heart-wrenching experience. I think it must be one of the worst things that a person can face. Delaney writes with such honesty and with surprising humour about what he and his family went through. It’s a book that made me want to hug my children closer

The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Anne Schaffer and Annie Barrows, narrated by Paul Boehmer, Susan Duerden, Rosalyn Landor, John Lee, Juliet Mills – I feel like I’m the last person to read this novel, set in 1946 about a writer who strikes up a correspondence with a man on the Island of Guernsey. Epistolatory novels are my cat nip and I heard that this one was charming on audio, and indeed it was. Some of the plotting was a little awkward and unsubtle – there are limits to the epistolatory novel, of course, but over all this novel was perfect for my long commute home – sweet and undemanding and full of fun characters.

The Secrets of Happy Families by Bruce Feiler – Feiler is a New York Times journalist who in the book explores frameworks for creating a thriving family life. He does talk to scientists and researchers, but also talks to business experts, coaches, and military professionals to figure out what makes families stronger. It’s kind of family through a team building lens. Each chapter tackles a different subject – things like allowance, activities, travel, making decisions, discipline, having a family mission statement, how to talk about sexuality, etc. A lot of it is common sense and just good reminders of how we need to invest time in our families for them to thrive. Like any parenting book, I think one can take what is useful and leave the rest- “Good for you, not for me.” Some of his strategies to build relationship through createing competition between his kids rubbed me the wrong way – it is very counter what “Siblings without Rivalry” advocates. But that’s just another example about how there is no one parenting style that will work for all the variations of parents and children in the world. I did make a lot of highlights in this book, though. I think the parts that really resonated with me are the chapters about how to create stronger bonds in your family through shared experiences, rituals, histories, and values. Some of my highlights:
“… The more kids remember about their own families, the more self-esteem and confidence they exhibit. With the at in mind, devote a night to having kids tell stories from their own past… the day they scored two goals at soccer, the night their mother made those awesome chocolate chip cookies. This game would work particularly well the night before a big test or game, as scientist have found recalling high points form their own lives boosts children’s self confidence.”
The book talks a lot about how important it is for kids to feel like they have a family history – how knowing where they come from gives them confidence and roots for becoming adults.

“A key gift of the family meeting was to give us a designate space each week to overcome … differences. It was a safe zone where everybody was on equal footing, and no one could leave until a resolution was forged.”
I like the idea of regular family meetings and a family mission statement – this idea that a family was a unit lead by the parents, but not dictated by the parents. This is very different from how I grew up and I chafed at that.

“I told my dad, ‘I promise not to do anything big and stupid sexually if you promise not to yell at me for doing something small and stupid.'”
I need to learn this, to accept that kids will do dumb things and if I can be gentle with the small mistakes then hopefully my kids will not be afraid to come to me if they make big mistakes.

“The purpose of youth sports, Thompson says, is to create better competitors and to create better people. He often asks parents who they think has the job of accomplishing the first goal. “They get it right way,” he said. “Coaches and kids.” Parents have a more important job, he tells them.” You focus on the second goal, helping your kids take what they learn from sports into the rest of their lives.” Let’s say your kids strikes out, and his team loses the game. “You can have a first-goal conversation about bailing out of the batter’s box, keeping your eye on the ball, etc. Or you can have a second-goal conversation about resilience, character, and perseverance.”
I think this is so important to remember as my kids start activities. There are coaches and teachers to tell them how to play the sports. My role is to help the kids see the intangible benefits of what they are doing.

“Honey, what you are saying makes a lot of sense.”
Another phrase I need to learn to use more – to validate other people.

Reading with the kids – some of our/my recent favorites (I mean the kids also love those early readers that feature Peppa Pig or the Avengers, but I’m going to be a bit of a snob and list the ones that I like reading to them.):

The Legend of Rock Paper Scissors by Drew Daywalt and Adam Rex – I got this as a Vox book and it’s hilarious to my kids who love to settle things by playing Rock-Paper-Scissors. (Though they don’t always like the results.)

L’Ecole de Barbarpapa by Annette Tisson and Talus Taylor – okay this book is one I like to read. At the end of the school year, the 6 year old’s school gives everyone books to take home. Because he is in a French immersion program, they try to give him French books. When I saw this book, I was immediately taken back to my childhood – The Barbapapa books were very popular where I was growing up in Canada. It’s about a charming family of amorphous beings who shape shift as necessary. In this book, they open up a school.

I’m a Unicorn by Helen Yoon – This is a rather silly book about a cow that thinks they’re a unicorn because they have one horn. There are poop jokes, which always makes for a winner. Yoon also wrote the work from home book “Off-Limits” that we love.

Working Boats by Tom Crestodina – A beautifully illustrated book that looks at cross sections of various boats. Not a bedtime book, but a slowly pore and explore book with so many fascinating facts.

On my proverbial night stand:

Wild Genius on the Moors – still plugging through the Bronte biography. Charlotte has writer’s block.

Braiding Sweetgrass – I had put this aside for a while, but now I’m about 20 pages to the end, so I really want to finish it.

Stranger in a Shogun’s City – Non fiction about a woman in nineteenth century Japan who, after suffering three failed marriages, leaves her rural village for the big city of Edo. Such fascinating period details.

The Number One Chinese Restaurant – novel set in Rockville, near where I live and where, indeed, all the good Chinese restaurants are.

Tree Grows in Brooklyn – for Engie’s book club. What a lot of suffering is going on in these chapters.

Unwind – Dystopian YA novel about a world where adults can choose to have children “unwound” – basically their body parts are taken and given to other people- if they don’t show any promise between the ages of 13-18. It is rather grim reading. Next book in our Mother Daughter book club. We might need something more cheerful next.