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I DO like rain. I like the sound, the fact that it makes things grow… it’s just also nice when it then makes way for clear blue skies two and a half hours later! I like how it was absolutely pouring, but there’s barely a cloud to be seen and the sidewalk looks dry in the second picture.
On an impulse we spent a whopping $2.50 on this recorder at Target. I want to be able to expose Morgan to more music and musical instruments, and while the recorder is often sort of pushed aside as that pseudo instrument they make you play in elementary school music class (if there even is such a program anymore), it is technically an instrument. While trying to remember the notes and how to play, our conversation went like this: Regardless, Morgan likes it. I’ll play a few notes and hand it to her, and she will put it in her mouth and start singing some notes. A few times she has even figured out to blow and make some noise on the recorder itself, but I kind of love it even more that she puts it to her mouth but uses her voice to make music. We’re thinking she might like a kazoo. She’s into music and I enjoy that. The other day I had some music playing on the computer and she went over and pat the record player and made her ‘I want this’ noise. So I turned off the computer music and put on a Rachmaninoff record, and she sat back and moved a little and sung her little song. Smart kid, already preferring the quality of vinyl over digital. Hehe. I want lots of REAL instruments around. As of now our music corner is just a guitar and the record player–and now the recorder! Adrian’s old clarinet is in the closet, it’s just not a take out and goof off with sort of thing. I do encourage percussion play on tins and pans and with vitamin bottles as much as possible. Someday it’ll move on to the bigger instruments assuming we can get them and remember anything about playing them. A few blog related things: -I came late to the google reader party (well, a while ago, now), and I felt like it revolutionized my internet use. Yeah, I know, I need a more exciting life. Anyway, do you remember those old Rubbermaid commercials where the family would clean up the disaster of a room with the help of stacks of plastic containers and then announce, “We need more stuff!”? I felt like that. So now I’ve amassed more blogs to read, but it’s all so easy! Hehe. -We know this blog is a little slow, though we’re not sure why. Adrian cleaned up a few widgets and it seems a little smoother. Or you could just use the aforementioned google reader and that would solve that issue. -We’re eventually going to discontinue the old domain and the forwarding, so please please PLEASE update your little blog rolls with the proper blog address. And then if it’s the kind that updates when we post it should actually work now, too, so that’s an added bonus. Merci!
Last week I had a bit of renewed desire to appreciate smaller things. It helps me to enjoy life more, which is always a good thing! There are some rose bushes in our front yard, and one of them happens to be my very favorite color–the yellow/orange kind. I was so excited when they started blooming. Of course the bushes look like they haven’t been pruned in years and there’s a ton of dead growth on them, so I really need to get out there with some clippers and go to town. I wouldn’t care, really, except that if I do the work I’ll have the reward of more of my favorite roses. Convenient how that works out! [The overgrown bushes are sort of a good example of the house where we're living--nice but maybe a little neglected in some areas. We're still not feeling emotionally settled in it, even if we're "moved in". I would need to do some serious work to get it feeling right, and honestly I don't know if I want to bother since we're renting it and who knows how long we'll be here. I just don't see it as my job to clean up years' worth of dirt in the sliding glass door track, and I can't even get the kitchen window open. Okay, back to appreciating things. Hehehe.] This week it’s daffodils from Trader Joe’s. $1.29 for eight or so blooms… yeah, that’s worth it! They’re so cheerful!
I was super excited to put together these laundry sorter carts. I’ve been wanting something like this for quite a while. So I opened them up and Morgan and I listened to a little Louis Armstrong while putting them together. She likes the music, which makes me so happy. She danced a little, very carefully touched the light…
…then suddenly lunged forward. I guess the temptation was too much. What things, small or large, are you appreciating?
Lately Morgan has been really into eating entire foods, as in the big versions instead of cut up or mashed up versions. Yes, I realize it may not be the wisest thing, but we are always right there with her while she’s doing it so I don’t really fear her choking or anything. If I see her get a too-large chunk I take the piece away. Anyway, if she sees something she’s interested in she’ll reach for it and shout for it, then hold it dearly when she gets it. And then scream when for whatever reason it needs to be taken away (like how yesterday as we drove home from the store she wailed the entire way because I wouldn’t let her keep eating a banana–the peels are really not for eating, and when she’s rear facing in the car I don’t feel comfortable with her gnawing on something like that). It’s neat to see her so interested in things, and as much as possible I say yes and give her the opportunity to explore. She’s learning texture, taste, and color, all things that make food so interesting to all of us. (The above picture was a few days after we moved in, hence all the boxes and paper. She practically leaped out of my arms onto the counter and dove for the apple.)
She picked the cabbage at the store. I paused in front of the display and she most definitely wanted one. So we bought it and I reminded her how she picked it when we then made a slaw salad deal out of it. She wasn’t so sure about eating it, though. Greens are hard to chew without any molars.
She absolutely insisted that I share my celery and peanut butter with her. I think she liked the peanut butter more than the celery. Then again, let’s be honest here: so do I!
We made soup while I had her in the sling. She held the vegetables for me while I chopped, then later helped me stir. She very much liked this leek. Kind of an odd choice I felt, but again I do try and encourage her to try and explore. So I let her go to town…
…and of course had to take a picture of all her handiwork. I cut everything else up and only had the leek left, so I really needed to take it. She was not happy. I cut off the dark green tops and gave a few back to her and she was as happy as can be. The kid will eat just about anything (though of course not dairy! and it seems maybe not eggs either–we’re still trying to figure that one out so being cautious in the meantime). We had Persian food for our anniversary and she at the hummus, koubideh, and of course the cherry rice. Oh, and nan. She enjoyed it just about as much as we did, I think. I love that she’ll join us in our eating adventures. Hopefully she’ll grow up used to different flavors. Spice doesn’t seem to bother her at all. Similar to her fascination with food is her interest in everyday objects. She loves tubes of toothpaste, for example. The funny thing is that when she’ll settle in to nurse, she’ll often stop and sit up, find whatever interesting object she can, and then come back to nurse while clutching it. Some kids have blankies or stuffed animals, and Morgan has tubes of toothpaste and pens. UPDATE: I actually wrote this post yesterday, and then today, just to prove everything I said above, she fell asleep for her nap nursing and clutching a lemon. I personally think she’s quite hilarious. |
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