Update: Windowsill Garden

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We came back from our week in the south to find that B’s garden is thriving. We have several new strawberries in progress!

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You can’t win ‘em all

Catholic School

I had the chance to pick up B  from school recently, which is a rare experience for me. I insisted on a detour to CVS where we purchased both necessities (milk, Diet Coke) and non-necessities (gum and stickers). This meant that we deviated from the usual route, but change is good, right?

Last night, on a break from ranting about the raccoon sized hole in my kitchen ceiling, I told Mr  how much I enjoyed getting to be a daytime Mommy. I think he secretly enjoyed bursting my bubble when he relayed the following quote from our son:

Daddy, please don’t let Mommy pick me up from school again. I like it so much better when you pick me up.

I’m not sure what I did wrong – I thought we were having a good time!

B, apparently HATING the walk home. Who knew?

Saturday in the City – Art

The weather was just rotten today – it’s too cold and damp for a bike ride, so we hiked over the the museum to experience some art.

We were surprised when B LOVED it, especially the religious art from the Renaissance (probably because he knows all the characters). We had some great discussions about how art (at least from the periods we were looking at) was used to tell pictures without words. It also gave me a chance to talk a little bit about religion, and explain that different people practice different religions, as illustrated by some of the Asian art we looked at.

The museum has great installations – rooms from medieval and Renaissance homes, a cloister, some temples, and even a Japanese house.

I spent some time explaining that Aunt Rickey knew all about the art in this Asian temple. B insisted on taking a photo.

B was very well behaved, and mostly strolled around with his hands clasped behind his back – although he also wandered around with the map unfolded in front of his nose, navigating.

I also used the opportunity discuss what to do if you get lost, and practiced identifying the museum staff so B would know who to ask for help if necessary. Not that he ever lets me out of his sight long enough to get lost. We stopped on the grand staircase so I could point out a staff member, and I got a little snippy (read: bitchy) when the man told me (three times, because I couldn’t hear him over the crowds) that B could not sit on the stairs – he wasn’t sitting on anything, we were pausing to have a teaching moment! We were just standing there! Also, in related news, I should eat before family outings.

Map of the neighborhood. Just like an episode of Dora.