Texas heat

NYC has actually had a few days of warmer weather than Texas...one of the few times that we were happy to be in the Texas heat. We're surviving just fine with plenty of sprinklers and pools and ice cream. And you can't beat the air conditioning in Texas--they do everything bigger and better! We're all having a blast here.

"Gone Daddy Gone"

Daddy is gone. He has been out of town this weekend. We miss him when he's gone. The family is not complete, as the kids say.

Arthur has been sick, so we sent Adaline to church this morning with friends while I got some rare one-on-one time with my son. At one point we were doing our separate things--Arthur zoning in on a toy and me in the kitchen. We were listening to Gnarls Barkley (our favorite uplift-the-mood band). He suddenly commented on the lyrics of a song: "Mom, did they say, love is gone? Love is gone away?" Yes. "I don't like that song." OK. Separate time continued.

Seven hours later at dinner, he randomly teared up pleading, "I don't want love to be gone. It can't go away. You can't stop loving me!" He was trembling and genuinely concerned that love could be taken away. I assured him that I would never stop loving him for any reason.

I can't believe how sweet he is! Did he worry all day about that song? Why bring it up 7 hours later? Until that point, all he knew was that Mom and Dad love him and that is true and can't be undone. That is the safe world that he lives in...Until Gnarls Barkley announces that love is gone away, and his world is turned upside down. It's both beautiful and terrifying how much your child's outlook on life is influenced by YOU as a parent.

Arthur told me that we should never listen to that song again. Thankfully he never connected the "love is gone" phrase with the title of the song: "Gone Daddy Gone." That would have really thrown him in a tailspin.

Happy 30th to Me!

Jamison got a trip to Austin for his 30th. I get a trip to the kids' doctor. Not really. We have free overnight babysitting, and we're going to a new Ethiopian/African fusion restaurant that's been getting good reviews. And we'll get to sleep in (sort of--until 8:00am). What else do I want for my birthday?...

A skull for the day to keep my kids occupied (and trapped)...



This really was beautiful, and the kids could have played in it all day. It is in the St. Louis Botanical Gardens, along with dozens of other mosaic sculptures. We visited there a few weeks ago and had a wonderful time seeing friends.

City Kids

Any germaphobe parent would be miserable living in this city. Kids touch everything, and everything here has been touched by the other 8 million people who live here (along with their 5 million dogs). We're hoping to boost their immune systems. This is a picture of our kids waiting at the bus stop by our house. I think Jamison captured a beautiful picture with the lighting. Any time you can make a dirty sidewalk and bodega store window look interesting is pretty impressive.

We've been spending a lot of time in the park lately since we've had off and on days of nicer weather. The kids are in adventure exploration mode. Last week I was hiking down "mountains" with a stroller on my back trying to keep up with those kids. They have found forts built by other kids, huge fallen trees to climb on, etc. Along with these gems, they find popular secluded spots for unmentionable activities (gross! no known immune-system-building-contributions). Once they found a "cave" created by some overgrown bushes and fallen trees. I chose not to play in the cave and zoned out on the latest New York magazine...until I overheard talk about a shoe and bottles and clothing. My kids have a good imagination outdoors, but it usually involves making stone soup or something. I entered the cave only to discover that it was the former (or current) dwelling of a homeless person, full of the remains of weeks of living. Lesson learned: Escaping into nature doesn't mean you escape the city.

Yet I absolutely LOVE living in this city! Does that make me crazy? Every time I walk out of my door, I get energized by this place. I love being smashed together with all of these people and not being able to walk a block without seeing a familiar face. It is really mysterious to me because so many people are drained by cities (granted, we live in a very pastoral area of NYC). I am so thankful that we live here and that we have the gift of raising city kids...trash and all.

P.S. I refrained from posting our newly graffitied garage by our apartment...that can make the next city kids' post...

The difference between girls and boys: A pictorial analysis

Boys have the gift of making everything a bit more messy.
And girls love to add a dainty touch.

Boys are serious about their food.
Girls are serious about their looks.
(Adaline spent almost as much energy primping her dress as singing the Easter song in front of church.)

You can put a boy in a dress...

But it's nearly impossible to take a dress off a girl...or at least our girl.

Snow day

The kids finally experienced their first sled ride. We went to the park with a neighbor who has a sled. I pulled the kids the whole way in the sled since a stroller wouldn't have worked. It was a lot of work and a lot of fun. I forgot my camera, but our neighbor took these shots.

Illegal in Most States

Illegal in Most States from shookfoil on Vimeo.

Manhattan Children's Museum

We had a special first visit to this great museum with Aunt Sherron from Brazil and Uncle Marshall. Every other child in the city was also there with us to celebrate MLK day, but the crowds did not stop the kids from having a great time. We also were privileged to see the Harlem Gospel Choir to further the celebration. Pictured are Adaline and Arthur sort-of dancing with the choir.

Happy New Year!

Up and Down

Our camera has been eating batteries for the last few months, so we've only caught a few pictures here and there. Now it is officially dead, so I'm forced to post old pics.

The kids have been promoted to "up and down" beds, as they call them. (Although whenever they misbehave, they are promptly demoted to a portable crib as punishment.) They have really enjoyed their new sleeping arrangements, mainly because it gives them the opportunity to find all sorts of new ways to avoid sleep. Dismantling (and recently breaking) the tent on the top is the most popular. Actually, they are doing relatively well with sleep and we are really happy with the new bed.


I finally found some pictures that I took a long time ago of our Brooklyn Target store. For a long time I have wanted to share this beautiful contraption to non-New Yorkers! Our Target is two stories, so how, one might ask, do you transport your shopping cart from floor to floor?? Why, the cart escalator, of course! I still smile when I get to push my fully loaded cart onto this...

Up...

and Down!

Halloween

Jamison already blogged some pictures, but I'm going to repeat them in case some of you don't check his blog... We took the opposite approach for costumes this year. Last year I tried out some adult humor at my kids' expense. I forced my sweet son to be a devil so that he could complete the angel/devil combo. He refused to carry his pitchfork or wear his horns so he only had on a tight red jumpsuit with scary face paint and a silly tail. This year I spread out all of our potential dress-up clothes and let the kids try on and pick whatever made them happy. We had a lot of fun the hour before trying out our options.

After going through a fairy phase, Arthur became fixated on being a "super why." (This is some sort of superhero character on PBS that saves the day by spelling words.) If you know Arthur, you know that once he's fixed on something, you either give it to him or endure a long painful tantrum that makes you wish you'd given in. So I came up with a pretty cool superhero ensemble on the spot (if underwear on top of Adaline's tights, pants for a cape, and goggles for a mask is cool). He spontaneously came up with superhero poses, of which I thankfully caught a few on camera.

I happened upon the pirate idea during this process. It was just too cute to pass up so we convinced Adaline to be a pirate by telling her that we'd make her a sword which would make people give her more candy. She's very candy-motivated, so we avoided the usual princess/fairy that we assumed she'd be. Her "Argh!" was quite convincing and cute, although the construction paper eye patch was never on her eye.

Here is the final product, followed by the test runs:






Oh, and they had a blast all night!