Today the kids and I tried a project that was slightly exasperating on the technical side: crayon "stained glass" windows. Pip lost interest quickly, while Sprout was a machine with the crayon sharpener, dumping her crayon shavings onto wax paper, and watching while I ironed another sheet on top. She created an adorable heart which she then affixed to the front window using her stash of stickers (aside: I always used to look down my nose at people whose car/bay/storm windows were covered in stickers. Didn't they have enough CONTROL to prevent this from happening? I'm that person now. Don't look down your nose at me and no, I don't have enough control).
My question is - does wax paper have a right side and a wrong side? Does it matter what sides you iron together? I tried ironing leaves and the paper would just not stick together. Also, the crayon oozed through (through!) the wax paper onto my ironing board...is this so wrong?
"Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises." --Pedro Calderon de la Barca, Spanish Poet and Playwright, 1600-1681
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Sleepless in the Middle
Yes, there is something about falling asleep in your wee one's bed only to get up at 2:30 in the morning, twiddling your thumbs. I would vacuum, but that's a bit too noisy. So, it's just me and the cat prowling around the house.
Mama (that's me) is in need of an upgrade...I think Mom 2.0 is in order. What are your eco-savvy, healthy pick-me-ups? And, as the weather gets colder, how do you avoid The Couch?
Mama (that's me) is in need of an upgrade...I think Mom 2.0 is in order. What are your eco-savvy, healthy pick-me-ups? And, as the weather gets colder, how do you avoid The Couch?
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Ten Things About Winter In Massachusetts That Make Virginians Go "Huh?"
A chill is in the air and at the risk of sounding like "When I was growing up..." I thought I'd put to paper (pixels?) ten things that people from Virginia just don't understand about Boston winters.
10) The weather report. Never have so many words been used to describe so many forms of precipitation.
9) Snow? So? The world does not stop because of a few inches. Or feet, for that matter. Even during the Blizzard of '78 we got crafty.
8) Function over Fashion for the morning commute.
7) Mice in the Oreos.
6) The oil man, hunched over as he pulled the hose up the driveway to the side of the house. The unsung heroes of winter.
5) Mittens drying on hot radiators.
4) Snow. I'm not talking wet slush. Or half-hearted flakes. I'm talking snow that actually sparkled and would blow like sugar.
3) If you were in primary or secondary school and you could see the flashing orange/yellow lights of the snowplow even through your eyelids on a cold, dark, snowy morning... you'd count your lucky stars, roll back over and go to sleep. And yes, the gamble that you took by not doing your homework has paid off once again.
2) Setting out the sticks. How else will the snow plow know where the street ends and your sidewalk begins? Minnesota knows what I'm talking about.
and the number one thing people in Virginia don't understand about winters in Boston:
1) Here in Virginia, school cancellations are done by county. More efficient, perhaps, but pretty boring. In Massachusetts (when I was growing up), snow days were announced alphabetically by TOWN and I would be riveted to the radio (WBZ, natch) listening for mine (which, to add to the suspense, started with a "W"). Dozens of towns: Arlington...Belmont...Boston...to Holliston, Lincoln, Wakefield, Waltham, agonizing, but when it got to your town...heaven.
10) The weather report. Never have so many words been used to describe so many forms of precipitation.
9) Snow? So? The world does not stop because of a few inches. Or feet, for that matter. Even during the Blizzard of '78 we got crafty.
8) Function over Fashion for the morning commute.
7) Mice in the Oreos.
6) The oil man, hunched over as he pulled the hose up the driveway to the side of the house. The unsung heroes of winter.
5) Mittens drying on hot radiators.
4) Snow. I'm not talking wet slush. Or half-hearted flakes. I'm talking snow that actually sparkled and would blow like sugar.
3) If you were in primary or secondary school and you could see the flashing orange/yellow lights of the snowplow even through your eyelids on a cold, dark, snowy morning... you'd count your lucky stars, roll back over and go to sleep. And yes, the gamble that you took by not doing your homework has paid off once again.
2) Setting out the sticks. How else will the snow plow know where the street ends and your sidewalk begins? Minnesota knows what I'm talking about.
and the number one thing people in Virginia don't understand about winters in Boston:
1) Here in Virginia, school cancellations are done by county. More efficient, perhaps, but pretty boring. In Massachusetts (when I was growing up), snow days were announced alphabetically by TOWN and I would be riveted to the radio (WBZ, natch) listening for mine (which, to add to the suspense, started with a "W"). Dozens of towns: Arlington...Belmont...Boston...to Holliston, Lincoln, Wakefield, Waltham, agonizing, but when it got to your town...heaven.
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