Homestead Happenings: tidbits
It’s such a happily busy time isn’t it?
It’s funny how the time between Thanksgiving and Christmas can roar by like a horn-tooting, spangly parade, and then February can stretch and loop and wind around itself forever like the world’s longest, most homely length of gauze.
So, because we’re all marching in that high-stepping parade, this week I offer you, simply, tidbits.
It’s been warm here, the kind of warm that makes you a little impatient about getting to the suffering of winter already, but also so cheered about being outside.
We found a soccer ball at the park and had a rousing family game of something vaguely resembling soccer.
It was all super fun until Rose burst into tears because she didn’t want to make the “mean goalie face” anymore. But she came around with a nice goalie face and got some good kicks in.
Last week Col asked me if a wingnut was a real bird.
I’m getting over a brutal cough, in which I couldn’t speak more than a few whispered sentences without descending into spasmy fits of pulmonary distress. During my week of silence, I’ve never been more aware of the constant stream of chatter that broadcasts from the radiotower of my daughter. Even when there is nothing to say she’ll sing a cheerful little song in the backseat of the car, “there’s so much snowflakes in our town, la da da da dee.”
Also, I’ve come to realize that the pink leotard is how Rose slips into something a little more comfortable. It’s like how Dan comes home from work, showers and puts on his sweatpants, Rose tosses her clothes to the ground immediately upon coming home from anywhere and slips into something that gives her a wedgie.
The kids made a really cool animal collage. It would have been cooler if their mother wasn’t all uptight about the animal names actually being legible (I dotted the letters for Rose). I’m going to do great when I attempt my homeschool hodgepodge next year (spoiler alert!).
Truthfully, I’m really proud of them, even if I gritted a very small bit of enamel off my teeth that morning.
It’s really easy. Do I say that about everything (bread-baking, sauerkraut, yogurt, butchering a small deer)? I really mean it. It was my first winter goal. My next is sewing curtains for the kids’ room. I’m much more nervous about that.
Rose: Let’s say I brought you a chicken.
(brings Col a chicken)
Col: And let’s say I didn’t like chickens.
Rose: Yeah, and I forgot that.
Col: Yeah. And I got scared.
(and sometimes I feel like my life is scripted).
May your holiday parade always stop long enough to enjoy the sunset.