Tidbits

(Okay, so I should quit adding to this post, but this is too funny). While preparing chocolate cherry clam shell tarts, the young chefs in my yard uncovered an ancient Chinese terracotta warrior in the sandbox. Sensing their true callings, they have abandoned the restaurant business and have founded the "Museum of History, which has, you know, old stuff from a long time ago." They also found a white rock, most likely of "ritual significance" (my term, not theirs), that has been enshrined on the museum's shelf. They are now archaeologists (a word I'm proud they know without asking; "artifact," too!) digging in the dirt under the swings in hopes of finding more artifacts.

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I'm waiting for the Tavern in the Yard to open, as the two chefs busily prepare their seasonal offerings. Featured on the menu today: "cherries," which have fallen in great numbers from our great silver maple. I can't wait 'til they open.

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They were both standing on the swings in our yard, helmets on (they love to leave on their bike helmets when playing in the yard after tricycling; I am not a crazy safety mom). They swung back and forth. And I said they look like ships' figureheads. But they didn't know what those were so I explained that they were sculpted figures at the head of a ship that sailors believed protected them from danger. And so the kids embraced and explored the idea: "Mom, can figureheads do this? Can they go back and forth? Do they kneel?" We talked about how ships almost literally fly through the water, with figureheads soaring above the surf. And I'll show them pictures (and later the collection at Mystic Seaport), but for now, they're sailing around Cape Horn, I think . . . .

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Bud has a new shirt with the tail of a whale on it. Sis has one too. But she thought she should have the whale's head so they could stand next to each other and make a whole whale.

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Currently, they love tire swings. They like to sit on the top, hang in the middle, stand in the middle, spin around, swing back and forth, you name it, they do it. Except we don't have tire swings at home, only at school. Too bad this tire swing love didn't start before I had to get all new tires for the van!

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For our last snow (I think), Bud said the snow was like a big blanket.

Sis said it was like thick frosting.

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