The Farm Report

Category: Neko

  • Generational

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    I was re-potting a jade plant yesterday, when Neko came out of quiet time to "ask me a question", which means she was thinking of reasons to not be in quiet time anymore.

    She chatted me up while I finished, and after I scooted her off to her bedroom, I noticed she had been playing with some of the lost leaves, carefully placing them in order from largest to smallest. All I could do was just shake my head and laugh.

    There are never stranger moments in parenthood than when you see all the things you do, the weird little things that make you who you are, reflected back through your children.

  • Foot smile

    Foot smile

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    I adore this kid.

    (Inspired by the video for Steve Malkmus' song, Jo Jo's Jacket, which we watched months ago but is clearly deeply embedded in her head.)

  • Tooth pillow

    Tooth pillow

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    A while back, Neko's friend Mary Beth lost her first tooth. Ever since then, Neko has insisted that she had a loose tooth. Which really was a bunch of hogwash, because they were all as tightly packed in as ever.

    Then a few days ago, she insisted I put my finger in and check on her "loose tooth" and I was shocked to discover that it really was, in fact, LOOSE. Quite loose. Which sort of sent me into a panic, because I wasn't prepared.

    Mary Beth's mom, Nancy H., who is quite crafty in her own right, had made a tooth pillow based on an excerpt from SouleMama's book, The Creative Family. I have a love/hate relationship with SouleMama. I'm incredibly inspired by her amazing zest for life and craftiness, but she sometimes makes me depressed. Like the other day she canned tomato sauce and then made three skirts for her daughter, all before dinner. This past weekend they chopped wood and made, like, 100 homemade apple pies. Oh, and she homeschools, too. All while she's about twelve months pregnant.

    But she has great ideas, and if I can shove aside my feelings of inadequacy, she inspires me to do good stuff.

    Anyway, Mary Beth's pillow was ridiculously cute, and I thought it would be a great way for Neko to go through the ritual of placing her tooth out for the tooth fairy.

    So instead of nervously twiddling my thumbs through the presidential debate, I sewed. And let me tell you, it's all much less stressfull when the dialog sounds something like, "Well, thank you for your question. The economic (whirrr…whirrr) and when I say stimulus (whirrr….whirrr…beep!) which is what I'll do when I become President."

    And, no, the robots don't have any significance other than I thought they were super-fun and PINK which is what everything must be now. Except, you know, maybe the tooth fairy is using robots these days to collect teeth. It is the 21st century, right?

  • Sisters

    Sisters

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    Neko and Ellery are finally starting to play together, which makes me all kinds of happy.

  • Visit to the pond

    Visit to the pond

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    Sue, the director of Neko's school, former science teacher, and long-time family friend and I have been working on some print materials together. In a correspondence late last night she said I needed to come to school and take a trip down to the pond to see something. Apparently, something memorable happened the other day when Neko and her kindergarten class visited the pond during science, but I needed a visual to understand.

    We had a bunch of errands to run, but I decided that none of them were mission critical, and we had time for a walk. Plus, we're having magical fall weather, so there's really no excuse to be inside.

    After school had dismissed, we made sure all three kids had shoes and made our way down to the pond. Sue and Neko made me look at the ground while they put me in position. When they finally let me look up, I was facing a sea of plants (the name escapes me at the moment). The picture doesn't even begin to capture these magnificent things. One of the leaves is on Neko's head in the second photo for scale, but they're larger than dinner plates.

    So here are all these leaves, cupping upward toward the sky. Apparently while they were collecting specimens from the pond, Neko looked up and declared, "It's a finale!"

    And she's so right. All those huge leaves, trumpeting up toward the clouds, rivaled the end of any musical on Broadway. I almost expected the conductor to peek his head out of the pit and the orchestra to chime in with the wave of a baton.

  • Emerging

    Emerging

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    I feel compelled to post an update on Neko and her transition to school.

    In the last few days I've seen a sudden change in her behavior. She seems to be getting into a groove, and is far more herself when she returns home. I've also begun the tactic of having a snack waiting in her booster when I pick her up. By the time we get home, her blood sugar has had a boost, and we seem to have cut down on quite a few tantrums.

    I'd be remiss in not mentioning school itself, which she is clearly loving. This week her class got some hands-on time with the monarch project that has been going on at school. One of the parents raises monarchs from eggs and then tags and releases them on their journey to Mexico. He works as part of an organization that studies monarchs, and is raising a group at school. For Neko, this is a little slice of heaven, and she has been coming home rhapsodizing about the cute baby caterpillars and how a butterfly emerged today and they got to let it go. (I was on photo alert, so I ran over to school to quickly take a photo for the web site, publications, etc.)

    And speaking of Mexico, she can't stop talking about "Me-hi-co" and the Spanish words she's learning. I have to keep correcting myself when we talk about it. This has gotten me thinking about trying to learn Spanish myself. My high school Latin left my head years ago, so I feel like the dumb American who only knows one language. And since they learn Spanish until sixth grade, it's not going away any time soon. Anyone know a good way to self-teach a language?

    I digress. Until next update…adios!

  • Putting food by

    Putting food by

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    About a week ago I made a small batch of applesauce. Several of my more culinarily adept friends pointed out that there's no recipe for applesauce. It's, um, just smashed, cooked apples. So, yay, that's so easy! But all that peeling? That could do a girl in.

    Then last Saturday I bought a bunch of tomatoes for sauce, but had been avoiding making it because of all that godawful de-seeding. I happened to mention my applesauce to my friend Nancy H., who suggested I needed a food mill. Although she offered to lend me hers, I discovered that Kitchen Aid makes an attachment for just these sorts of things.

    Hello, Kitchen Aid Fruit and Vegetable Strainer! Where have you been all my life? Love at first sight. For sure.

    I whipped through the tomatoes in no time. Today I conquered the applesauce. While Neko was at school and the other kids were napping, I made a big batch, and when Neko returned, we made a smaller batch. She adored the whole process, and delights in the fact that the machine "poops" out the waste.

    And why don't we ever eat warm applesauce? It tastes exactly like apple pie without the crust.

    I figure the attachment will pay for itself in no time. Organic apple sauce runs me like $4 a jar, and I just made eight. Plus the two jars of sauce.

    Yay, rationalization!

  • Sigh.

    We're having a hard time with Neko right now. The behavior is atrocious. She seems to think the world revolves around her, and that Tom and are here to cook, clean, and wait on her hand and foot.

    I know it's the age. And the stage. The back to school. And then out of school for a week due to Ike. It's her stubborn nature. And my stubborn nature. This too shall pass. Blahblahblah.

    I am now completely amazed when I see women who have grown children and seemingly have their sanity intact.

  • Creative time with Tom

    Creative time with Tom

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    Robots, pelicans, and good times were created.

  • Two turtles walk into a bar…

    Two turtles walk into a bar…

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    …well, actually into my bedroom. At 7:30am, two kids in turtle costumes. Which made me laugh so hard I almost cried.

    Not properly captured in full cuteness here, but you're going to have to trust me. It was hilarious.