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The girl turns two years old today.  This means that, give or take, she has eaten about 400 waffles (faffels!), given 200 kisses, used 4,825 diapers (take that, environment!), and has watched maybe 20 hours of TV thus far (she never misses “Tool Academy”).  Every night she has heard me sing “All You Need is Love,” or Eric sing “My Darling” (by wilco, of course) and recite the Loving Kindness mantra.  She’s incredibly loving and sweet, especially towards her big brother, whom she usually awakens with a back rub and a kiss on the cheek.  She’s also a feisty little scavenger, and will try to steal your food from you by looking as cute as humanly possible and saying, “BIIIIIITE!!!!!” as loudly as she can.  Her morning ritual is to name all the animals in her crib before allowing you to take her out: “Beaaw!” (Bear) “Rabbit!” “Efant!” (elephant) “Srufa!” (Scruffy).

She also loves to sing, and usually wakes up and sings to herself in the crib for quite a while before she wants someone to come get her.  She also sings as she goes about her business, as you can see in this video below.  It’s done with a super secret stealth technique, because if she were to SEE the video camera, she would march over and demand to see the baby inside.

Happy birthday, little girl! We love you and hope you keep singing the rest of your life!

Garden–Help!

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Remember last year, when I talked about putting the garden in the front yard?  Well, the time has come to start! We’ve ripped out most of the sod, leaving some grass in to act as a path.

And by “we,” I clearly mean Eric.

Here’s the thing–the way I approach most things is just to start them and figure it out as I go along.  I’m not much of the planning sort.  This has tended to be how I do just about everything–knitting, parenting, and this garden.  So far it’s worked out, but I’m realizing now I don’t really know much about how this will work! So I’m asking those of you out there who are much better gardeners than  me for some advice.  Here’s the front lawn as it is now, picture taken at 10:30 AM:

I definitely envision a squash/cucumber tepee in the center (#12), and some shade flowers or lettuce in #1 and #13, which will be pretty along the walk.  But what to do with the other sections?  Each one is about 3′ x 3′ in a wedge shape and the sun is coming from the south.  I know it doesn’t seem like a ton of sun, but we got decent veggies in our backyard last year and that patch only gets about 4 hours of direct sunlight daily and this is much more.  Some shade is cast by a large pine tree that we’ll be trimming, so I’m not worried about that. (I am worried, though about thieves,  animal and human.)

Thoughts? Suggestions? Am I crazy? Anyone else out there with a front lawn veggie garden and how did it go?

Genius, If I Do Say So Myself…

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When I was a child, my family would travel to India frequently.  One of the things I remember from those trips is how small the garbage cans were.  The average kitchen garbage can was about the size of a small bathroom can here.  Compared to the U.S., where the average garbage can is the size of a small child, this was surprising.  At the time, there wasn’t the same disposable culture that we had in the U.S. and far less packaged goods.  The packaging we brought with us didn’t fit into the cans! (Of course, sanitation services were not the greatest, so the dumpster at the corner was always overflowing, but that’s another story.) You’d buy your vegetables from the walla who would roam the streets, pushing around eggplants, beans, tomatoes and the like on a flat wooden wheelbarrow.  As he walked along he would shout out the names of the vegetables on his cart and I remember my grandmother yelling out the balcony for him to stop so she could come down and haggle.

Milk arrived daily in thick plastic bags, fresh from a water buffalo.  These bags were not thrown out but carefully washed, dried, and saved.  The day or two before we would leave to come back to the States, my grandfather would fill these bags with chakli, bakarwadi, and various pickles that my grandmother and aunts had prepared.  To seal them, he would fold them over, pass the folded edge quickly through a candle flame and press the melted plastic down to create a seal.  He’d repeat this and then you’d have an airtight package ready for travel.  I tried doing this a few times and burnt my fingers and overmelted, creating holes.

Cut to today, where I’ve started a new knitting project where I’m basically knitting with thread.  See?

I’m knitting with the center two yarns–the “normal” sized yarn and twist tie are there for comparison.

I’m at the part of the pattern where you knit with two of them held together, and they were forever getting twisted and tangled.  I thought about just putting them into a plastic bag but figured that they would still just get knotted up in the bag.  What I needed was something to keep them apart.  Then, I remembered my grandfather carefully melting plastic bags to seal them, and I thought I might be able to do that with a Ziploc bag to create a partition.  So I found a birthday candle, lit it on the counter, folded a bag in half, and gently passed it through the flame and squeezed the melted plastic.

It worked!! Now I can keep each cone of yarn separate but still work with them together.  This technique could work for other stuff, too, like if you wanted to divide a bag to take separate snacks, or storage–one side for nuts, one side for bolts.  Martha Stewart, are you listening?

The project itself is the Kusha Kusha shawl, and you knit it with one strand of the merino wool and one strand of the silk stainless–a fine stainless steel core wrapped in silk give the scarf a tactility and memory.  Here’s how it looks so far–see how it stands up by itself?

Since this project will take, oh, forever, I’m also working on a cute summer tank top made out of a thicker yarn, post to come later.

Spring Break 2010

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Monday Zoo Day:

Exploring brambles

Proudly scratched up

Waiting for Carousel

Why is it moving?

Tuesday Art Museum:

Dazzled

Building together

Wednesday hiking and painting:

Trailhead

Love!

Dueling Picassos

Which is the masterpiece?

Thursday… I messed up my schedule requests and had to work, so the boy went to the office with Dad and the girl stayed home with a sitter.

Friday, we went to the Dino Museum in the morning (sorry, no good pictures) and then, in the afternoon, I was so exhausted from the week I just put Sesame Street on and sat on the couch with the kids, intermittently nodding off until the girl sat on my face to wake me up, which she thought was a hilarious game.

Hats off to the stay at home parents–while it was really fun to be home with the kids, it is a lot of work and I was tired by the end of the week.  I worked on Saturday and Sunday, and that felt like a break.  Still, sometimes I feel guilty that we both work and aren’t home with the kids more, but the truth is I get a lot more quality time with my kids than a lot of working parents, and for that I’m grateful.  I also have the advantage of having a lot of weekdays off, so I can use that time to do errands and have time to myself so that when we are home with the kids we can just hang out with them and not have to get a lot of work done.  All I’m saying is I’m pretty lucky to have so much flexibility.  Eric would probably prefer if I didn’t have to work so many weekends (two out of four every month) but you can’t have everything, no?

Today I took the kids to school for the first time in nearly 2 weeks.  I was prepared for tears, a struggle, leg-clinging. Instead, I had two children who happily picked up their lunch boxes, ran into their classrooms, smiling and happy to see their friends and teachers, and ready to start learning again.

WWHD?

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Last year, we bought a few children’s books of Hindu mythology. One of these was the story of Hanuman, a monkey who is the son of the wind God and has magical powers. He has the ability to fly, to grow and shrink as he wishes, and is incredibly strong. In the Ramayana, a Hindu epic, the evil demon Ravana steals Sita, the god Rama’s wife, and Hanuman helps to save her. To paraphrase heavily, he first flies over to the island (Sri Lanka) where Sita is being held captive, then purposefully gets captured. The demons set his tail on fire, so he grows his tail out as long as possible before dancing all over the island and setting it ablaze, then jumps back to Rama on the mainland. Later, when Rama’s army is in full battle with Ravana’s and there are many dead warriors on the field, he is told to fly to the Himalayas to bring back healing herbs. Unable to tell which are the right herbs, he simply lifts the entire mountain and brings it to the battlefield. As the wind wafts over the mountain, the scent revives the fallen warriors.

We recently bought a new illustrated book of the Ramayana, and the boy loves it, as do I. The pictures are stunning, and the text is witty and clear. It’s a joy to look at and to read, which we’ve been doing almost every night since we got it almost six weeks ago.

His favorite character, by far, is Hanuman. Whenever we get to Hanuman’s part in the story, he pumps both fists in the air and yells “Hanumaaaaan!” Once, right before he was going to fall asleep, he cocked his head and whispered to me, “You know what, Mommy? Hanuman is more powerful and braver than all the superheros!” After reading the Ramayana, he told Eric he wanted a mantra of his own, and Eric asked who his favorite person was in the story. Sometimes we’ll hear him softly chanting, “Hanuman, Hanuman” to himself, over and over. I couldn’t figure out his adoration at first, but then Eric pointed out that Hanuman is basically a monkey and a superhero, so what’s not for a four year old to love?

This is so cool to me that he loves the Hindu myths and is familiar with the gods and demons. Like I’ve mentioned before, we’re not religious but I think it’s great that the names and stories are familiar to him. After all, it’s all part of who he is and I want him to be connected to it. Honestly, I didn’t know the stories in such detail until we started reading them to him. More than cultural identity, though, I learned the other day that there are more immediate tangible benefits to his love of Hanuman.

A few nights ago, we received “Fantastic Mr. Fox” from Netflix, which the boy had seen in the theatre with Eric, but which I hadn’t. I asked if he could wait to watch it for a few minutes while I cleaned up the kitchen, and despite my polite exhortations, he refused and said he wanted to start the movie right away.

I went upstairs while Eric stayed down with him for a bit, and then I heard him yell up the stairs, “Mommy! I’ll wait to watch the movie with you!”

Eric came upstairs, and said, “Ok. Now, don’t laugh at this, but do you know how I got him to wait to watch the movie?”
“How?” I asked.
“Well, I sat down, and looked at him, and I said, ‘Now, what would Hanuman do in this situation?’ The boy said sheepishly, ‘He would wait for Mama.’ And then he thought for a few seconds, and yelled up the stairs that he had changed his mind.”

Not only did he wait for me to watch the movie, he came upstairs and helped me clean up the kitchen. He wrapped the leftover pizza in foil, wiped down all the countertops, the fridge, and the dishwasher, and then patiently waited for me to finish the dishes before we headed downstairs and watched the movie together.

If Hanuman can inspire my child to be a thoughtful, considerate person, I’m all for it. Moreover, that a phrase which has been reduced to a bumper sticker and is basically fodder for pop culture mockery (WWWCND, anyone?)–that this sentiment can still hold meaning is rather remarkable.  Maybe there’s some power in these old myths after all.

Old Man Winter’s Last Stand

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Yesterday, at 8 am, our street looked like this:


 
Like the rest of us, this little red-breasted robin below thought that it was supposed to be Spring.  Undaunted, he scampered among the snowy branches.  Robins are a hardy sort.


 
So are the kiddos, who had a ball with this (hopefully, right, winter?!) last snow of the season.

Okay, so the girl had a bit of a rough start.  She must be from my school of thinking when it comes to winter, which is this: If we were meant to live in cold, snowy weather, we would have been born with thick fur.  Like yaks.  (I cannot claim originality for that line.  It came from a college roommate, who may have stolen it herself.)

Like the robin, the girl is a hardy sort and soon found her footing:

A VERY serious shoveler, there.  Note the pink and purple sparkly scarf, created as requested.  I held one strand of Cotton-Ease with one strand of some cheapo acrylic sparkly yarn and just knitted garter stitch lengthwise until it was wide enough, and attached a sparkly fringe.

Here’s a closeup:

Back at the snow day, after a few finishing touches, came….FrankenSnow!!

You know what’s great? Frankensnow is wearing the itchy mohair scarf that I had made for Eric! He didn’t seem to mind.  Sadly, he was not long for this world, as here is what our street looked like at 5PM THAT EVENING.

The best part of the day, though, was that some of the other kids and parents came out in snow gear and we all played together.  That’s one of the things I love most about my neighborhood–it’s a very porchy, neighborhy, impromptu playdate sort of place.  Everyone seems to hibernate in the winter, and then come spring and summer we’re all  out in our front yards and hanging out.  Much like the return of the robin heralds the beginning of Spring for nature, I hope that this gathering signals the beginning of the outdoor season for those of us in Denver, even if it did take place in almost 2 feet of snow.

Manly Scarf

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Would you believe I’d never knitted anything for Eric? That’s not entirely true, I suppose. I did once make him a scarf out of a wool/mohair blend yarn that was so prickly and itchy he couldn’t even wear it over turtlenecks.

He’s been after me to make him a scarf, so I went about looking for a pattern that would be more interesting than just plain knitting, but not feminine like lace. I came across this pattern for a herringbone-like stitch scarf and thought it would be perfect.

Here’s a closeup of the stitch pattern:

Yarn: Cascade 220, 1.75 skeins

Needles: Size 8

Pattern: Night on the Town Scarf

And here it is on the intended wearer:

Okay, okay, I’m not really married to a stuffed bunny with a human head.  It’s just that getting a picture of Eric actually wearing the scarf won’t happen for a few days and I wanted to get this post done today.  Maybe…this photoshop disaster is a bit better:

Doesn’t it look nice on him? Okay, that pic is awful, too.

The pattern is surprisingly easy and knits up fast, too. The edges do curl in a bit despite the seed stitch edging, but the only way to combat that would be to knit a back side of the scarf and attach it, which I’m not going to do.

Next project underway: A pink and purple scarf with sparkles, for the boy, at his request.

Girl, Uninterrupted

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See this?

Looks cute, doesn’t she? Sweet, pleasant, cherubic even.  She is–as long as you give her whatever she wants.

Here is a typical response to a request denied:

Her language overall is improving, and for the most part we (meaning Eric, the boy and I) can understand what she means, but not other people.  Honestly, this has been tough for Eric and I since the boy was so verbal and so clear from a much younger age–even at 18 months you could understand everything he said and he consistently used 2-3 word sentences.   The girl….not so much.  She is completely normal and hitting all milestones and such, but the boy just has great language skills.  Everyday I’m amazed by how they are two completely different people, with different personalities and abilities.  The girl, for example, is much more adventurous at the playground than the boy was at her age, tackling the “fast slide” with aplomb.

Back to the language–she is loud. Here’s a relatively typical morning, where we try to figure out what she wants and largely fail.  Turn up the decibel level in your head by about 10 and you’ll hear what she actually sounds like every day.

Remember the Narwhal

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A couple weeks ago, my sister popped up on my gchat and we had a conversation that went something like this:

Sapana: Have you heard of narwhals?

Me: Yes, of course.

Sapana: What?! Seriously?

Me: An arctic sea mammal with a single long tusk, thought to be the inspiration for unicorns.

Sapana: WHO ARE YOU?!?  Do you know an animal that starts with “x”?

Me: Oh, there’s a small African rodent–Xerxes or something like that.  (It ended up being a Xerus)

Sapana: Again, WHO ARE YOU?!?

I’m fascinated with strange creatures, and happen to know quite a few of them.  I love tapirs, narwhals, coatis, and especially okapis.  I was delighted to learn that the Denver Zoo has okapis–I’d never seen them in real life before. I also love echidnas–an egg-laying mammal!  How cool is that?

I know all this mostly because I had a subscription to Zoobooks as a child, and some of the weirder animals stuck with me.   Sapana’s whole line of conversation came up because a guy at her work was wearing a shirt with a graphic of animals beginning with each letter of the alphabet, and they couldn’t figure out what the “n” animal was.

Of course, after this, I wanted to make sure that she never forgot about narwhals, so I set about crocheting one for her.

Here’s another angle:

I wrapped it up in a little package with this note:

And sent it off to her work address.  That’s right, her work address. I debated it for a bit, since I didn’t initially want to make her seem weird her at work, but then decided it would be much funnier if she opened up an unexpected package at work to receive a…narwhal.  And that it would be funnier if I did make her seem weird at work.

She has assured me that the gift has firmly cemented her in the workplace as quite bizarre, but she thought it was funny nonetheless.

I love that I can embarrass my sister from 1,800 miles away.  After all, what are big sisters for?