Gwennie has gotten really good at creating homemade swings by strategically tying rope to fenceposts, trees, and any other stationary vertical object she can use as anchor. This time, she's strung the rope across the trampoline. While she can get a pretty good arc going, I can't imagine how she deals with the discomfort -- no one else can bear to sit on her swings (even if they could keep their balance).
Friday, March 14, 2014
mother of invention
Gwennie has gotten really good at creating homemade swings by strategically tying rope to fenceposts, trees, and any other stationary vertical object she can use as anchor. This time, she's strung the rope across the trampoline. While she can get a pretty good arc going, I can't imagine how she deals with the discomfort -- no one else can bear to sit on her swings (even if they could keep their balance).
Thursday, March 13, 2014
get thee gone
No touching!
Casper looks like an anemone or some other sea creature with all the static electricity going on.
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
up a tree
These two are thick as thieves -- walking around the park, building hidden fortresses. It's exactly like something out of a Kurosawa film.
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
calling Mother (Russia)
This telephone came from Moscow. Jen was given it by her mentor when she visited his office as he was getting a new phone installed, and he let her sneak out with it in her backpack when she expressed her admiration for the relic. It's now one of Greta's favorite toys. For a taste of the kind of dialogue she has with it, read on:
[naturally, she voices both parts of the conversation]
Hi, Beasties!
Hi!
I need to talk to monsters, please.
Ok!
Hi, Monsters!
Hi!
So yes I am okay!
M: Be quiet! I talk on the phone!
Monday, March 10, 2014
Sunday, March 9, 2014
clowning
Daddy: Do you want to brush your teeth?
Margaret: No -- I want hide! I hate this toothbrush.
Daddy: Oh, Greta, you're so sleepy!
M: No, I not! I crying, is what!
We're starting to see Greta move from her always-sunny two-year-old self, to her sometimes-tempestuous nearly-three-year-old future. She can be lighthearted and sweet and loving one moment, and flopping on the floor in histrionics the next. Our life for the next half year at least, I guess. But it's worth it for moments like these.
Saturday, March 8, 2014
Friday, March 7, 2014
Thursday, March 6, 2014
obsession for boys
Linus's favorite Christmas gifts were his lego set and his "iPod" and battery-powered dock. He carries both with him everywhere he goes (which really just means from the lego table in his room to the dining room table, where he can reconfigure his lego creations). While he devises various contraptions, he listens to music and books on tape. We've had to institute a "three plays per day" policy to prevent him from spending too much time with his favorites, but it's great to see him so engaged with the things he likes.
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
look before you leap
Gwendolyn: Margaret, do you want to go see the Lego Movie?
M: After we got popcorn and i'peam!
M: [feeling my beard] It really fuzzy!
M: [again to me] You can sing through your mustaches!
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Monday, March 3, 2014
windblown
Margaret, holding an Aleve bottle I was about to take some pills out of:
This says, "medicine, medicine."
This says, "take with water."
This says, "open, open, open."
This says, "close."
To her siblings: That's not a man! It's just Daddy.
To me: Can I have some chappie [that's chapstick, by the way]? It's really nifty! [She's become obsessed with my chappie, and has lost a stick and a cap over the past three days. She and her Mama had to make a special trip to the drugstore and pick up a pack to deliver to me at work.]
Sunday, March 2, 2014
big read
My infatuation with Susan Cooper's books began in seventh grade, when Mrs. Grant saw me pulling a Newbery Prize-winning novel called The Grey King from the language arts classroom bookshelf, and recommended that I begin with the first book in the series (Over Sea, Under Stone) instead. The children have taken to them as well. When Gwendolyn was little, I read her the series; since then, we've grown dependent upon the fine audio versions, which Linus, in particular, revisits again and again.
When I read that Susan Cooper would be appearing in Houston as part of Inprint's reading series for children, Cool Brains!, I knew that I'd be taking the older children. Fortunately, as today approached, Jen decided that she would attend the reading as well, and we made it an excursion for the entire family.
Though the day was wet, we made good time, arriving a good ten minutes before the reading began. Perhaps because of the threat of even worse weather, the reading wasn't particularly well attended. I ran into my friend Rich Levy, the Executive Director of Inprint, and we were able to catch up (talking about family, writing, and letterpress, as usual) for a few minutes before and after the reading.
The presentation itself was marvelous -- we were all engrossed (including Margaret, who had finally fallen asleep after "totally freaking out" for much of the drive, and spent the reading dozing in my arms). Susan Cooper began by recounting her childhood recollections of the Blitz, and her considerations about how the experience of being awakened by air raid sirens to shelter in her back yard influenced her writing. (This plainly impacted the conception of history which appears in her books: while the waves of attackers from the east who gradually subside, settle, or are driven back is primarily based on the Angles, Saxons, Jutes, and the like, it clearly applies to WWII as well.)
She also talked about her life as a student (attending lectures in Oxford from Tolkien and Lewis) and a journalist (with her first boss, Ian Fleming, and her first trip to America and Texas, when she covered the Jack Ruby trial in Dallas; she was the only woman in the press pool, where he winked at her). Ultimately, she introduced and began reading from Ghost Hawk, her new novel (and the first set in the Western Hemisphere). We were enthralled with the reading, as much as the talk.
At the end of the presentation, we contributed to the Q&A session (Jen closed it out by talking about reading the novels as a child, and seeing how our children love the books made her curious whether Susan Cooper was at all influenced by the reactions of her own children and grandchildren). Then we were able to go up and get our books signed. Each of the children took a copy of their favorite, and after buying a copy of Ghost Hawk, we even had enough to get one inscribed "to Cinq -- someday." She was hugely welcoming, inviting the children to come around and get a photograph in the dark theater with her. (She even asked Margaret to sit on her lap -- but due to sensory overload, Greta balked.) It was a splendid and memorable family experience, and I hope the children will remember it as they continue to read Susan Cooper's work. (I hope even more that the quality of her prose and imagination influences -- or suffuses -- their own writing and interior life.)
M: Do we have King Arthur in our car?
Linus: (over dinner) I think this is the longest I've ever been away from my Cragger's Command Ship.
Saturday, March 1, 2014
duck!
Margaret: I can't play with you any more!
Daddy: Why not? Are you angry at me?
M: I not angry. My tongue is saying something to you.
D: What is it saying?
M: It saying, Good Bye!
M: Can we listen "Everything Is Awesome Part of Team" again?
M: Don't worry, Daddy, it be all right. That just a boo-boo. I want show you my boo-boo. Look, it feel better!
M: I want to sing a song about E-I-E-I-O.
M: I am a dog, like in Marfa Speaks. Are you a human?
Casper: [starting to read Go Dog Go] This is a book about opposites . . . and dogs.
Friday, February 28, 2014
Thursday, February 27, 2014
New (Gwen) Nie-land
For the past year, Gwendolyn has held the dream of buying this corner lot of land near our home. As far as I know, her idea was to take the land and create an extensive play complex for her friends. She started saving her money, and asked her mother to call the number posted on the lot (which she had memorized) to find out how much it would cost.
Unfortunately, the land has sold. Last week we noticed surveyors working there, and heavy machinery has arrived. We hope that whatever appears here, it will be a good time for Gwennie.
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
cleanliness
There is nothing like having a new tympan on the press. I don't know why I don't replace it more often (in fact, I probably should be showing the old tympan, because it's got a very abstract expressionist feel). We'll enjoy it while we can.
Monday, February 24, 2014
bunny nurse
Casper: Greta, can you help me clean up -- pick up -- put away?
Margaret: Not right now, I'm nursing a bunny.
M: I see a baby putting tape on a dog! Kitty's hiding under there. [That, I think, is the description of a Simpson's DVD cover]
M: [welcoming a friend for a playdate] Let's play in the playroom! C'mon -- through here. Let's play -- hey! That's my fish! [taking it away] No, it's not a fish, it's a caterpillar.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
kissin' sisters
M: What are you people doing on the floor?
Daddy: We're exercising.
M: Can I do it too?
M: Why are you putting this shirt on me?
Daddy: So you're not little and yellow, and I'm not tempted to eat you.
M: Oh, good Big Mouth!
M: I found a top. I found this on a shelf. Look! It's mine.
M: Tito, we not going to HFB! We going to Sam's Club!
Saturday, February 22, 2014
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