Neko and Ellery are finally starting to play together, which makes me all kinds of happy.
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Johnny Appleseed’s birthday

Today Neko's class celebrated Johnny Appleseed's birthday. It was over a week late due to the storms and no school, but I don't think Johnny would have minded.
It was super-fun to see her class in action. I'm glad her class has opportunities like this. Between drop-off, where Ellery and Shep make themselves at home on the couch and share their treasures with Heather, and these days when I get to visit, we feel right at home here. Lots of apple art and math and cooking was accomplished, and I'm tempted to buy this amazing apple peeling machine at Target just because it's so much fun.
Despite this fun visit, I'm kind of having a Debbie Downer day.
Maybe it was debate last night and Sarah Palin's positive reviews. Yes, she did better than expected, but seriously, she is completely unqualified to be second in command of THE ENTIRE COUNTRY. I fully admit that I am unqualified, as are 99.9% of the rest of the people in this nation. The woman utters a few folksy sayings and winks a few times, and that's supposed to make me feel confident she could have her hand on the big red button? I'm gonna need a Joe Six Pack just to make it throught the rest of the election.
Plus, I'm wearing my glasses because my eyes have been bothering me. I hate my glasses. They make me feel like I've got a big smear of something on my cheek that I can't wipe off.
And the house? That I had almost nearly clean yesterday at 2pm? It's a complete disaster again. I'm ready to throw in the towel and just give in to the clutter and mess. It sure would save me a lot of time.
Blahblahblah. I promise to be sunny and cheerful tommorow. As long as I'm wearing my contacts. (Cue Debbie Downer noise. Thank you, Tom, for the link.)
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Visit to the pond

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.
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No more injuries, please

I might need testimony from all of you if Children's Services comes knocking on my door sometime in the next few days.
Yesterday Ellery fell off a bench…directly onto her forehead. This morning Neko did a spectacular flip over her toy truck onto her face. And tonight Shep did a total wipe-out onto his hand, which he held like an injured wing to his chest until, as we debated a trip to the ER, he finally started it using again.
Neko is in the worst shape. She has discovered that her plastic truck, when sitting just right on top of her soccer ball, does the most amazing trick. The wheels propel the ball forward and it's a delightful physics experiment in propulsion.
A not so delightful physics experiment in propulsion is when it all gets going too fast and she does a complete flip over both truck and ball and lands squarely on her nose/cheek/forehead. This photo was taken about 10 hours later—she wouldn't even let us lift up her bangs for an hour following the injury. The swelling has gone down a great deal, but the lump on her head is still pretty impressive. Scrape and bruise on cheekbone. Small amount of skin lost on nose.
And, yes, she has socks on her hands. That means she's being an animal, which walks on four feet, thus socks on all four appendages. Which makes total sense when you're five. And your name is Neko.
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Seven years…no itch

Seven years ago today, right before dusk, Tom and I made it official. Anne and Chris rang the old school bell as we sealed the deal.
I still have yet to get our wedding negatives scanned and photo books created. I have some guilt about this as I remember I adored pouring over my parents' wedding photos. Maybe I can get that in motion before we celebrate our eighth.
Anyway, Tom and I are both under a cloud of allergies and Tom's new laptop bit the dust as the day came to a close, so it's perhaps not the most romantic of evenings, but I can't imagine anyone else I'd rather share a box of Kleenex and schedule Apple Genius Bar appointments with than Tom.
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Tree, tree, tree

What's that? You say there's something we forgot to clean up from the storm? We really need to get out the weed whacker?
No, actually that's one of our new trees. For the first year, we bought some trees through the parks system, which holds a sale each fall. They said the trees were about three years old, which I know isn't too old for a tree, but I have to admit, I was a little surprised how tiny they were when we arrived.
But the plan is a long-range one, planting about 10 trees each year, so as time marches on we have a yard with a bit more shade and a screen from the ever-encroaching development. So little trees are fine. Little trees become big trees, given enough time and patience.
A big shout-out goes to Tom, his brother Jeff, and Semia's husband, Ken, who dug holes in our yard, which is apparently 90% rock. Investing in some beefier equipment might not be a bad idea if we plan to make this an annual event.
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Emerging

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!
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Steel drum band

Shep keeps digging out the mixing bowls. Yesterday he was all about walking around the house with a bowl on his head. And then he spent a long time flipping it upside down and standing on it like he was king of the mountain.
Today it took a twist down the musical road. He gathered together a set of three different sized bowls. He then requested a metal spoon from on the counter, gathered two different spoons from the silverware drawer, and got to work.
After about ten minutes of banging and clanging he had them lined up in order of size. When someone knocked them out of order, he furrowed his brow and put them back in order. He would play the notes in one direction and smile. And then do the reverse, and say, "Backwards!"
It's clear to me the music collection around here is only going to get bigger.
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Putting food by

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!











