Today we had couscous with dinner. Couscous can be pretty messy, so I took Wynn's shirt off. When I was helping her our of her booster chair, she had couscous stuck to her jeans, so I pulled those off of her too. Well, within seconds she had pulled off her diaper and she was naynay and screaming joyfully around the house.
But, moments later that stopped and she grabbed her bottom. "Poop" she said.
I ran from the kitchen sink and hurried her to the little potty in the bathroom.
We aren't potty training her yet, so I didn't want poop on my living room floor.
As she sat, William brought her a toy. She began to doodle..."mama, my name" she said, pointing to black wiggles and circles.
William then went and found his camera and began to take photos. "Say cheese" he said, and Wynn smiled proudly.
"Yeah" we all said. She pooped in the potty! All because of couscous.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
Books
After having kids, my opportunities for intelligent input became slim and I began to feel my brain cells disappear. Pat the bunny just wasn't a stimulating read. From time to time I would sneak a book in, but not like in my past life when I would have two or three going at once, just to satisfy my complete addiction to reading and learning.
Well, I didn't' want to do any irreparable damage to my brain, so I joined a book club. Our first book was an easy read, The Middle Place, a memoir about a breast cancer survivor. It was good, but nothing too deep to think about.
I suggested our next book, The Wind up Bird Chronicles. A friend who somehow managed to keep reading despite becoming a mom recommended it to me.
I must say that after finishing it, I didn't know what I thought or felt. It was so odd, disturbing, uneventful, and yet very compelling. I still don't know if I liked it or if I just kept waiting to find out how things would end up, and I'm still waiting.
It was over 600 pages long, and in some ways I think it would have been better if some of the sub stories were left out. I think that I could have still gotten a sense of how awful, senseless and terrible war is, or humanity, or just life, without reading so many bad things. And the dream versus reality, coversations in letters and over e-mail, it all took away any empowerment and hope.
I'm still thinking about it and that makes it interesting.
Well, I didn't' want to do any irreparable damage to my brain, so I joined a book club. Our first book was an easy read, The Middle Place, a memoir about a breast cancer survivor. It was good, but nothing too deep to think about.
I suggested our next book, The Wind up Bird Chronicles. A friend who somehow managed to keep reading despite becoming a mom recommended it to me.
I must say that after finishing it, I didn't know what I thought or felt. It was so odd, disturbing, uneventful, and yet very compelling. I still don't know if I liked it or if I just kept waiting to find out how things would end up, and I'm still waiting.
It was over 600 pages long, and in some ways I think it would have been better if some of the sub stories were left out. I think that I could have still gotten a sense of how awful, senseless and terrible war is, or humanity, or just life, without reading so many bad things. And the dream versus reality, coversations in letters and over e-mail, it all took away any empowerment and hope.
I'm still thinking about it and that makes it interesting.
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