I used to scrapbook—now I take pictures on my phone and forget to document anything. Here is my attempt to capture the past month:
Calvin broke his left radius and ulna back in November. One splint, two casts, and one surgery later, he got his final cast off on January 4th. He was so happy to have that itchy, smelly thing come off (and so was I!)
Evelyn begins sounding out words on signs she sees. (This was at the doctor’s office, the same day Calvin got his cast off.) Evelyn is four and a half years old and I haven’t begun any official curriculum with her yet, she’s just picking things up as we go. I love this “learning to read” stage. She was so cute. Now she wants me to help her spell everything as she writes it down.
Watching the State of the Union Address.
Proof that my kitchen does get clean. Sometimes I look at these pictures just to remind myself that dreams really do come true, if only in the three or four hours between meals.
Halfway into the month, I discovered the French Cafe station on Pandora and decided to play it every time I cook. I whip out my French accent and sing along as I concoct delicious, gourmet meals now---hahahahaha! I even decided to make a French meal—or the American, “whatever I have in the pantry” approximation: Croque Monsieur sandwich, grapes, and green beans (French cut, does that count?!)
One weekend, I was moving stuff around in the garage. It was cold, so I came inside to grab my hat. Calvin took one look at me and asked, “Planning a heist?”
Alan Rickman died this month. I am taking it very, very hard. Even though I never knew him personally, the characters he portrayed and the stories he told through his work, and his personal contributions to humanity and the arts impacted me deeply, and have made me a better person. He will be terribly missed.The kids and I saluted him with hot chocolate and words from a traditional Scots/Irish farewell song, The Parting Glass:
Of all the comrades that e'er I had
They're sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had
They'd wish me one more day to stay
But since it fell into my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and softly call
"Good night and joy be to you all"
Rest in peace, sir.
We celebrated Julio’s birthday with a little party at home with just the family. Gloria made his cake. I got to set it on fire.
We discovered a little pioneer cemetery in our town, tucked between the railway and a new housing subdivision. A total of 12 people are buried there, nine of whom were children. It is believed that everyone there died in from a diptheria epidemic. The Kuna Historical Society located 11 of the 12 graves and set up the markers. Volunteers keep the area litter free and place flags and trinkets on the graves, and maintain the fencing, the sign, and the plaque wall indicating who is buried there.
One of the people buried there is known only as an “Immigrant Woman.” I wondered where she was from and what her name was. I wondered if she spoke English and how long she had lived in Kuna before she died. I guess we’ll never know.
I snapped this picture of the rainclouds at twilight outside my house---I loved the velvety blue gray of the skies and the drizzle and the smell of rain—it was so beautiful, and kind of mysterious looking!
Our town is not very big, and apparently our only claim to fame is being the “Gateway” to various natural attractions—which are kind of lame in my opinion—the pioneer cemetery, the Kuna Cave, The Birds of Prey Conservation Area (okay, that is pretty cool, but not really exciting to look at), and a few other little things. Nevertheless, I took the kids on a field trip to explore our little town. Other than the cemetery and our maybe half a mile of greenbelt along an irrigation canal, there wasn’t much to see, but the kids were undaunted. The kids read the ‘Historical” plaques at the tiny Kuna City Visitor’s Center, and magically discovered the history in everything they found.
“Ooh, look! A historic, abandoned Nerf dart!”
“There’s a historic restroom!”
“A historic volleyball court!”
And finally, the highlight of the trip, a trip to the “historic” fast food joint, Arctic Circle, for ice cream.
What a month!