I don’t know who this band is, but their Rube Goldberg contraption is great.
I love an obsessive, long, imaginative Rube Goldberg machine.
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I don’t know who this band is, but their Rube Goldberg contraption is great.
I love an obsessive, long, imaginative Rube Goldberg machine.
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More not-chocolate-cake. Because I never think to take out my camera at bedtime...
No joke, instituting a rather strict bedtime routine has been like MAGIC.
All those nights when I knew Christian was exhausted we just couldn’t get him to tip over into slumberland – are in the past. Christian is often EAGER for bedtime now, and frequently shoos his daddy out of the room, so we can get going with our “candle bright” as Christian calls it.
It’s going on three weeks and now I’m eye-ing other troublesome spots in our day, and even our week, that might benefit from the addition of more thought and routine.
Although I don’t really keep track of the time, except as a general starting point, I am listing times here, so you can see about how much time everything takes. We start no later than 8 pm. I’m two ways about getting Christian to bed any earlier, because he only ever sleeps for 10 hours at night with a good nap every afternoon. If he’s asleep by nine, then we get up together about 7 am.
The whole routine is intended to wind down the day and to foster a sense of calm peacefulness before going to sleep.
7 pm Dinner (we sit and eat all together at the table – I don’t say a blessing, I merely say “bon appètit” before we dig in)
7:30 pm Chad does the dishes. Baby likes to help. (I finish my dinner!) Then there’s usually a bit of playing on the living room floor between Daddy and Baby. I slip into the shower myself.
8 pm Chad and Baby shower together.
8:15 Pyjamas (his t-shirt for the next day) and diaper (cloth without a cover). We sing “Where is Ti-ti? Where is Ti-ti? There he is! There he is!” while getting dressed if he is resistant.
8:20 Teeth Brushing (“Brush, brush, brush your teeth! Brush them everyday! First you brush the top, then you brush the bottom. Keeps the cavities away” to the tune of “Row, Row Your Boat”.) If Baby resists, Chad pins him down to the bed to brush the teeth properly. Christian thinks it’s funny and I figure the physical “force” now is better than anesthesia for filling a cavity later.)
8:25 Goodnight kiss to Daddy. Prepare the bed. Christian sleeps on a lambskin between me and a king-size pillow on the side of the bed. He naps on the same lambskin.
8:30 Light the beeswax story candle on my dresser singing “Candle light! Candle bright! Shine your glowing candle light!” Christian blows out the match, and I carry him and the burnt match to the sink to wet it before throwing it away. If I miss ANY of this, Christian prompts me. I even have to put the box of matches in the same place each evening.
8:32 A calm sweet read-aloud story. Like Mother’s Lap or I am a Bunny.
8:35 Christian is carried to the candle and blows it out while I sing “Candle light, Candle bright, Thank you for your shining light.”
8:37 Christian turns off the bedroom lights while I sing, “The sun has gone to bed and so must I. Doot-doot-a doot-doot doot doot-doot -dooo.”
8:38 Christian nurses while I tell him a story: Once upon a time, not too far away, and not too long ago, there lived a little boy named Ti-ti who loved adventure. One day… [insert activities of the day told in simple, pleasant detail]… and if things haven’t changed, they are still the same today.”
Then I sing,
“All is silent in the forest, as through the night.
A night owl is winging her way through the air.
And the moon her watch is keeping, as through the trees,
That stand in the forest, as sentinels there.”
8:45 Christian is snoring and I ease myself out of the bed to watch very un-Waldorf movies with my husband until about 10 or 10:30 pm.
Thoughts:
I’d like to sing a nicer song for turning off the light. I like this one, but haven’t learned it all yet. I’m just making up a tune for it.
“Now the day is over,
Night is drawing nigh,
Shadows of the evening,
Steal across the sky.
Now the darkness gathers,
Stars begin to peep.
Birds and beasts and flowers
Soon will be asleep.”
Also, instead of telling Christian a story about himself, I like the idea Devana suggests of telling a story from my own youth.
Whew boy. Somehow I got three shots of espresso into my body today, and well, here we are at nearly midnight and I’m out at the kitchen table typing away with squirrel-like rabid energy.
I haven’t been missing my New Yorker subscription too badly (thanks for passing along your back issues, Darlene and Steve), but I have been sucked back into reading Bella’s Vogue magazines cover-to-cover.
Fascinating brief article about fitness in the March 2010 issue called “fast and furious” by Elizabeth Weil.
“In the lab, rats that worked out hard (swimming with weights) for four and a half minutes, in 20-second intervals, reaped all the same physiological benefits as rats that slogged through six hours of swimming at lower intensity…Experiments of humans showed similar results. At McMaster University, in Ontario, Martin Gibala, PhD., asked two groups of students to work out three times a week for two weeks. The first group – the sprint group – pedaled a stationary bike at the highest intensity possible in 30-second bursts, totaling two to three minutes of exertion each session. The second group – pedaled at a continuous sustainable pace for 90 to 120 minutes at a time. At the end of six workouts, Gibala tested both groups and found that the sprinters and the endurance cyclists attained similar physical rewards (that is, comparable increases in athletic performance and changes in muscle fiber), even though the sprinters had exercised for 90 percent less time.” [boldface mine]
THAT IS CRAZY NEWS. (And I’m ignoring my distress at the lab rats who were made to swim for six hours.)
The author of the article found out first-hand why we don’t all choose high-intensity workouts after she tried this one:
1 minute, 2 minutes, 3 minutes, 2 minutes, 1 minute @ 5k pace. Equal rest (easy running) in between.
Yes, her workout was only nine minutes long, but she was puking by the end of her 3 minute set.
I’m intrigued.
Here are a few high-intensity workouts that were listed as tantalizing possibilities.
For runners: Hill sprints. After a warm-up, sprint up a steep hill for 20-30 secs. Jog down to recover. Repeat 8 times.
On a track or treadmill, after a warm-up, run 400 meters hard (one lap!), 200 easy, 800 hard, 400 easy, 1,200 hard, 600 easy, and repeat sequence in reverse.
The one I might try is a home-based workout for strength:
Complete as many rounds as you can in 20 minutes. Alternate sets of burpees (stand, jump to plank, push-up, jump forward to squat, jump up) with sit-ups: 10 burpees, 20 sit-ups; 8 burpees, 16 sit-ups; 6 burpees, 12 sit-ups; 4 burpees, 8 sit-ups.
My stomach hurts just writing about it.
Last year Chad and I received annual passes to the San Diego zoo as gifts from his parents.
Passes are great gifts.
We’ve already gone three times – and enjoyed ourselves tremendously each visit. The last time, Bella even came with her friend. And because we have passes, we don’t feel the need to exhaust ourselves and explore every nook and cranny during a a visit. We pack sandwiches, arrive at opening, and then leave before the afternoon traffic starts.
Here are some pics from our visit last month. Unfortunately, Christian came down with a 24-hour fever that evening and so he looks a little spacey in the pics.
Admission to the Safari Park is part of our annual pass, so we’ll do that one next time.
Zebras 1. Zebras are so photogenic.
Zebras 2.
Zebras 3.
Mr. Peacock gave us a show, which I didn't catch on film.
Each time we visit, Christian gets into a different animal. This time it was the hippopotamus.
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They were definitely cuddling.
The gorillas are always a hit. Frank, the baby, is growing up fast.
The alpha chimp.
This post will be randomly interspersed of pictures of me, Christian, and Ellen looking at art in Culver City last week.
Have I not yet recommended you read Heaven on Earth: A Handbook for Parents of Young Children by Sharifa Oppenheimer? It is a excellent parenting resource and I recommend it HIGHLY.
It is the book that we are reading book club-style in my Waldorf in the Woods playgroup (one chapter a week).
Not only do I think it’s done more to deepen the level of understanding of how we want to parent in our group than any other single event or action I’ve taken, but I actually think it is meaningfully changing all our lives.
Take, for instance, the chapter on rhythm, “The World of Rhythm.”
“Rhythm is the magic word for parents and educators of young children. Young children thrive on a simple, flexible rhythm that carries them through their day, through each week, and through the slowly unfolding years of their lives. Rhythm lays a strong foundation, not only in our children’s lives but also in our own. We humans have been shaped over the millennia by the rhythmic rotation of the earth, by the diurnal dance of day and night…
Our children, who live closer to basics than we do, are profoundly affected by the life rhythms we determine for them. Many problems we experience with our children can be addressed by setting a simple daily rhythm that allows their needs to be met in a timely way.” [italics mine]
I am convinced that the last sentence in that quote is absolutely correct.
Inspired by it, I decided to tighten up our bedtime routine. I mean, we all have some semblance of routine at night – but ours was loose, very loose. Meaning, sometimes, instead of turning off the light to nurse him down, I would keep the light on so I could read my book, while Christian nursed. It seemed to me that whether or not the light was on or off made little difference to Christian, who sometimes fell asleep nursing while I tap out one-handed email responses on my laptop. Sometimes we bathed early and sometimes late. I had half-heartedly started a candle lighting routine, but then stopped because I was waiting to learn that perfect candle-lighting song. Our bedtime routine never seemed to be a problem, because Christian didn’t seem to have THAT much difficulty going to sleep, especially if he’d had enough outdoors playtime that day.
Then we started having trouble putting Christian to bed. Sometimes it would take me several hours to get him asleep. SEVERAL HOURS. Not okay in my book, because not only didn’t I feel irritable in general and specifically towards Christian, but also, Christina seemed to want to be asleep – and he just couldn’t get there.
So, I drafted a very specific bedtime routine (in my head) and put it into effect ten days ago.
It was like magic. And the first night it wasn’t even a routine yet, so how could it be so wildly successful?!? But there you were – the first night, and every subsequent night, Christian has fallen asleep on schedule, in about a half hour of starting the bedtime routine. (Well, the last nights it has been a bit longer, but nothing like the nightmares we were dealing with the previous week.)
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Dear Baby,
This language acquisition stuff is the best. You make me hoot and holler all the time. WHERE DO YOU GET YOUR MATERIAL??
Today you pointed to a fuzzball under my desk and shouted, “Goss! Deegusting! Tash! (“trash”)” and made a grimace by baring your teeth. Heh heh. That couldn’t be ME you’re imitating. Totally classic Korean-style grimace.
I love the way you tilt your head when you ask me a question. And how you like to reply, “yeaaah” in a slow drawl. Although you’ve become very determined about saying NO, too, lately.
Yesterday we ice-skating for the first time. It wasn’t intentional; you were just dragged along for the ride, since I was going ice-skating with your friends Anna and Aiden, and then it was just $3 extra to get you a pair of skates. You didn’t have a frame of reference at first (sadly, we haven’t been watching any Olympics…), but you caught on quickly. Once you saw Anna and Aiden marching to get those toys in their class – well, suddenly, you could stand on your own on the ice and go get a blinking neon toy too. We went around the rink a total of three times. I think it might be something you really like down the road.
You REALLY liked the Zamboni (and you brought it up many more times that day – but you pronounce it with the first syllable shouted: ZANDS – bonee). Your baby-sized skates were adorable.
You are also really into tool play right now. Last week I picked up a used stomp rocket through freecycle (great gift for kids, incidentally). After we’d launched rockets several dozen times, you picked up the simple plastic tube connected to a bellows, proclaimed it was your “blower” and proceeded to use your leaf blower all through the hedges. Then (which I didn’t catch on video – darn it if turning on the camera always wreck your play flow), it became a hose for watering and you contentedly watered the grass down the sidewalk and back. Later, in the house, it became your vacuum cleaner. We are getting a lot of mileage from this toy!
And last weekend while Sierra, Devana, and I were plant-dying (yes, AGAIN), you played for hours with Nalijah’s tools. You shoveled and raked and hoed forever! Looks like I’m going to need to pick up a good set of real tools for you for your birthday.
But for all your manly imitation, you are still such a sweetie at heart. You’ve taken a shine to Bella’s old beanie baby Scat, a baby kitten, and the stuffed coyote that Caryn gave you. You like to wander around the house talking to the animals clutched under your arms. Sometimes you like to pee them or feed them too. You’ve even insisted nursing while holding an animal in each hand – and if I hadn’t fallen asleep also, I would’ve taken a picture of you sleeping with Scat clutched in one hand and my knit chicken in the other.
I love you , my sweet run-around boy.
Love,
Mama
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Only eleven days to the Oscars.
I’ve wrangled an invite to a friend’s house with cable.
We’ve started pinning down a menu: orange chicken fajitas, posole, chocolate cake…
And now I’m frantically watching as many of the nominated movies as humanly possible. District Nine was JUST FREAKY.
Here is a link to printable oscar ballot for those you, like us, who get into that sort of thing.
Or if you prefer to scan the list without downloading a pdf file, here is the 82nd Oscar nomination list at imdb, which has links for every single name mentioned.
Chad’s best movies of the year list was posted previously here. I’ve only watched six of his top ten so far…
And in case you were wondering,
Chad thinks The Hurt Locker (directed by James Cameron’s ex-wife – sheesh, talk about power couple) is shoo-in for Best Director and will probably get Best Picture as well. He also thinks that Jeff Bridges will get Best Actor and that Sandra Bullock will get Best Actress. Based on what’s already happened at the SAG and Guild awards ceremonies, it doesn’t look like there will be a lot of surprises this year.
I am glad to see that The Fantastic Mr. Fox is up for best animated feature, even though there is no way it will when against Up. Wes Anderson did a great job – that is a funny movie – and just enough quirky for my taste. Chad was doing imitations of Mr. Fox’s signature whistle for weeks.
At least Alec Baldwin and Steve Martin will be entertaining as MCs.
Between catching up with all the movies nominated for Best Picture and Christian running amuck 24/7, I’ve had very little time at my computer. (Evidence: 283 emails in my inbox…and 296 in my action folder! Let’s just hope that the important stuff takes care of itself??)
Is “amuck” not a word? No time to figure it out right now. Because while a recipe is a fast post, I also need to add a link to it for my Eaten page.
I made a very tasty soup last night, inspired by my friend Jaimie’s post here, at her family blog, M Family Tales. Be sure to scroll down and check out her fabulous birthday banner – a bunch of us in the Waldorf playgroup are now hot and heavy to make our own.
She got the original recipe from Dr. Ben Kim here.
I offer you a brief recap of the recipe below.
Roasted Cauliflower Soup
2 heads of cauliflower, cut into chunks
2 potatoes, cut into chunks
2 shallots, cut into chunks (regular onions can be used in a pinch)
2 cloves of garlic (or more)
1. Toss all with olive oil.
2. Roast until golden.
3. Simmer in stock (I used chicken stock, but you could easily use a veggie stock) until the cauliflower is tender.
4. Puree with an immersion blender.
5. Salt and pepper to taste.
Bella and the baby both loved this soup. It went well with a loaf of fresh-baked bread.
Chad and I spent last Friday in LA seeing art. The weather was perfect. It was a pre-Valentine’s Day day. We planned the day around art, fountains, and lunch at Mendocino Farms. The Kurabato Pork Belly Ciabatta Panini rocked out.
Doing the art sweep of Chinatown.
Looking up in Los Angeles is always more pleasant than looking down (or around).
First fountain of the day: the granddaddy of all fountains. It's just huge and pours out water all day long, properly, like a grand fountain should.
Still not tired of the Disney concert hall. Coming up on it from behind here.
Such an alien building - where did it come from?
A proper view from the front - taken this same shot dozens of times.
I am really really blown away by this plant-dying business.
Check out the colors we got from BLACK BEANS, and RED and YELLOW ONION SKINS, and WALNUT HULLS.
It’s absolutely fantastic. And we did it in the kitchen!
Do you see those two blues sandwiching the silver velour? Those three pieces of velour all came out of the same vat of black bean juice. That silver looks like mink in the sun – you just have to see it, to believe that you can get this kind of range from black bean juice.
I first posted about plant-dying here when Devana showed Sierra and I the plant-dying ropes while our combined five children romped in the mud. That post is worth a re-visit if only to compare the colors we got yesterday. With Devana we used mostly purchased plant dyes, which makes for a good rainbow spectrum.
In any case, Devana gave Sierra and I a BAD case of plant-dying. Also, since we’ve all been crafting up a storm through the winter holidays, we’ve discovered that we’re going through our felt stash far too quickly – and we’ve been clamoring for more plant-dying.
However, Sierra and I felt badly about how much work had been left on Devana’s plate (and backyard) at the end of the day the last time, so we resolved to be more prepared for our upcoming plant-dying session this Saturday. Hence, we borrowed a pot (a big one), ordered mordant, and started mordanting – so far, NINE POUNDS WORTH. Then we decided we could really do the red and yellow skins and black bean juice in advance too.
I never imagined we would be so wildly successful and productive with our tentative attempts.
Sierra and I went by our single day’s worth experience with Devana, lots of googling, some reference to a dyer’s handbook from the public library, and lots of flying by the seat of our pants.
In case you want to try a stab at it yourself, here are some very general directions.
1. Gather your materials. Our original intention was to dye lots of felt, but as per usual, we got side-tracked… The felt is JoAnn’s white felt by the yard (30%wool, 70% rayon – about $10/yard – buy it using a coupon), cut into 12″x 12″ squares. We ordered more cotton hankies from Dharma Trading (and Sierra ordered more silks and linen handkerchiefs too). The organic bamboo velour held color so surprisingly well last time, that we went in together and bought 10 yards from Celtic Cloths (webstore, which happens to be local in costa mesa).
2. Buy your mordant. I learned that mordant is the substance that binds to the fibre to the color: the proverbial glue. While some colors are self-mordanting (walnut hulls and indigo), we mordant everything regardless. This is a long process. Every pound of wool was simmered for two hours, stirred regularly, in a mordant mixture of one ounce alum and three ounces of cream of tartar. You can get alum and cream of tartar at a specialty dye webstore (earth guild) or through amazon.
I do one pound in a borrowed 18 L pot each evening. It cools overnight. Everything is wrung out and hung out to dry in the morning. Then you start your next pound…Once something is mordanted, it can be used wet or dry, sooner or later. Even, I guess, up to several years later.
3. Extract dye colors. While onion skins produce fantastic color, you need A LOT of onion skins. I buy onions by the bag at Costco, and keep the dry papery skins in a ziplock in the freezer. Once I finish a bag of red, I buy a bag of yellow. Also, I gather skins at the farmer’s market and grocery store. Sometimes if you develop a friendly relationship with the produce guy, you can score big.
FILL a pot with red or yellow skins (not both). Add water and boil. You can strain the skins, but we didn’t. We found it rather simple to just add fabric and swirl it around and let it soak or simmer until we liked the color. The skins were easy enough to brush off.
For black bean juice, Sierra simply soaked the beans overnight, and then poured the blackish water off. THAT’S ALL!! We were first inspired to try black beans by this discussion thread and pictures.
Cracked walnut hulls are also supposed to soak overnight.
4. Dye your stuff. This can get very particular if you are scientific, but because we don’t mind surprises, we just go for it. Supposedly you get different colors from whether the water is heated or not, and obviously from factors like the intensity of the dye, and even from the time of year the onions were harvested. You can color modifiers after the fact – like an acidic wash brightens (that’s just vinegar and water) and an iron modifier saddens (can be made with rusty nails and water – but caution, I’ve read that it can weaken or damage animal fibres, like wool).
We dip and swirl and keep an eye on things. If we think we like it, we pull it out and rinse. If we end up not liking it (rare) we toss it back into the pot or sometimes a different pot. We found we could make some lovely moss greens by combining the yellow from the yellow onion skins with the blue from the black beans.
We did not try things like blueberries or beets, which according to the book we had, are more of “stains” than “dyes,” and not worth the trouble.
So, what are you waiting for?
Start saving your onion skins!