Saturday, November 11, 2017

Living clothes

This happened two times in two days.  First, I hung up my jammies with feet on my bed post, and they naturally fell into this position:
 They looked like they were walking away on their own.
The next day, I tossed this hoodie across the room, and it landed like it was dancing.

Kitty yoga

Sarah and I went to a kitty yoga class today to benefit the Humane Society.  We are certainly the ones who benefitted though.  We did more interacting with the cats than yoga. 
 She's begging to take the kitten home with us. 
 He crawled into my lap and held my hand.  I came very, very close to breaking my own rule, which is "no more than three cats at a time."
 The cat did more yoga than I did.


 This is Hank.  He just walked around taking over people's yoga mats.
 Sarah tried to do a little yoga with a cat in her arms.

She really liked this little tiger.

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Meatloaf dip

Tonight's dinner was supposed to be this "Turkey-Free Holiday Loaf", a "feast for the whole family", proclaimed the magazine.

I was planning to serve it with roasted carrots, mashed potatoes/cauliflower, and rolls.  But then English took longer than I expected, and biology still needed to be taught, and Sarah had to be picked up after play practice.  So I left carrots and the loaf in the oven while I went to get her, and nothing else was done.  The carrots were a huge hit, devoured in less than five minutes.  But I could tell as I attempted to cut the "meatloaf" that it was going to be a terrible fail. Mike and Sarah had no interest in it, even before I realized it was a fail, but there was Noah, sitting at the table, eagerly awaiting his meal.  I've never served meatloaf in a bowl before, but that's what this one warranted. 
I set it before him and mumbled, "Sorry. I don't know what happened..."  He asked for a spoon, stirred it around, got some corn chips and ate it like a dip.  Then the wonderful kid said, "Thanks for the...uh....meatloaf, Mom.  It was really good!" and went back for more!   He's a gem. 

Friday, November 3, 2017

The best thing I've ever done...deflated

Yesterday I had to parallel park.  It's a skill that I hardly ever use and never did master.  Noah was with me, so I really tried hard to show him how it's done.  I backed into that spot perfectly on the first try. Mind you, this was no little sports car; it was a big ole minivan.  It felt good right from the start, and when I got out to check how far the van was from the curb, it was perfect.  It was also perfectly centered between the car in front of it and the car behind it.  We crossed the street to go into the building, and I couldn't resist turning around for one more look.  It was beautiful.

Today I was still thinking about it and droning on to Noah about how great it was.
Me:  I'm glad you got to witness that perfect parallel parking job yesterday.
N:  Yeah, it was good.
M:  The golden standard for parallel parking. 
N: Yep. Good job, Mom.
M:  Thanks. It's the best thing I've ever done in a car in the 30 years I've been driving.  In fact, it might be the best thing I've ever done...period!
N:  Hmm..wow.
M:   I mean it was absolutely textbook!
N:  Did you signal?
M: What?
N:  I don't recall that you turned on your turn signal before you backed into the spot.  That's in the textbook.
M:  Well, no, I guess I didn't signal, but....
N:  A driving instructor would fail you for that in a driving test.
M:  But...but...
N:  Fail.

Thursday, November 2, 2017

Playing with DNA

Noah is learning about DNA in his biology class.  Last week we extracted DNA from split peas.


Yesterday we made models of DNA with pipe cleaners and beads.  Unfortunately, the cats were extremely interested in that process, so it took longer than it should have. 

 Shiloh carried off a chromosome in her mouth.
 I ended up making a separate chromatid with one gene on it to distract her from bothering Noah while he built his strand of DNA.
 Then I attached it to their toy, which kept them interested for a long time.


Friday, October 20, 2017

Enough?

No school today, so I took the kids to Rader Farms.  On the way there, Sarah said, "Is it just going to be us, or are we going with friends?"  I said, "It's just us.  Aren't we enough?"  She said, "Sometimes you're a little too much."

Thursday, October 19, 2017

No funerals here!

I had my first parent-teacher conference this morning.  As I was getting ready, I realized I don't know what one is expected to wear in this situation.  I assumed pajamas would be inappropriate, and sweatpants were probably not a good idea either, but are jeans good enough with a nice shirt?  That soon became a moot point, because my jeans are all too tight at the moment.  Must stop eating so many chips.  Anyway, back to the drawing board.  I put on a decent pair of black capris with a forgiving waist and a black shirt.  Then I feared I might look like I'm going to a funeral.  I went to the living room and had a conversation with Sarah:

S: Is that what you're wearing?
M: Ummm...maybe? Would that be wrong?
S: Depends on the look you're going for.
M: I guess I'm going for...responsible parent?
S: Don't you have a blazer or a cardigan to dress it up a bit?
M: No. I'm not a blazer/cardigan kind of person.
S: I guess it's OK, but you look like a child.
M: Thanks.
S: What are you going to do with your hair?
M: Well, I washed it.
S:  Hmm..
M: I'm going for the clean look.
S: Why don't you go blow-dry it and then I'll curl it for you?
By the time I located the blow dryer (which I haven't used for years) and dried my hair, there was no time for curling.  I decided to go for the on-time look.

Turns out the funeral attire wasn't necessary, because every single teacher had great things to say about Sarah.  The science teacher was especially impressed and seemed to know her well and genuinely like her.  I asked him how she was doing socially, if she got along well with her peers and was making friends.  He said yes, but when I pressed him on it, he admitted, "She's a little bossy, especially with the boys, but they need that, and I think they respect her for it."  Every teacher said she was respectful and well-adjusted.  She is thriving, and I'm very proud of her!

Here's her first quarter report card:
 As for Noah, he finished his driver's ed class at the high school with a 97, and the teacher gave him a pass so he won't have to take the driving test when he gets his license.