Recycling Day

This is Marvin.

 

He picks up this--for everyone in our neighborhood.

He picks up in all sorts of weather. 

This weather would be really tough. It's cold. And you have to step through all the snow. 

I tried to get ours close to the curb.

  

Snow is fun when you're three years old. Ask Henry.

I don't think Marvin has had as much fun as Henry has in the snow. 

At least it was sunny today--and warmer.

 I met Marvin because Henry likes to watch the garbage truck, and the recycling truck, and pretty much every truck. And, Marvin is friendly too. 

When Henry is outside he rarely stands still, but can you see our sidewalk? We didn't shovel after the first snow storm. We did in the middle of the second one, but it didn't help much.  Sometimes I think it's better not to shovel too much. When it's all clear there is that tendency for a thin layer of ice to form. You can't see it. And then...boom! I wish I had a picture of that. 

I have been thinking about all the people in our lives that do little things like deliver the mail, pick up the trash, weigh your deli meats, cash your checks. The more I get to know God and His love for me, and everyone, the more I want and enjoy getting to know others. We really do each have a purpose, a story that matters as much to ourselves as to everyone else. 

Anyway, I like Marvin, would like to learn more about him. And, I wanted you to meet him too.

I THINK MARVIN DESERVES A RAISE!

No text on my blog, so sad, for me

Right, so there was no text because I changed the text color to white. Righty-oh, duh?!?

Aren't they pretty?

What fun to make and eat and photograph these lovelies....

  

  

Guess who put the sprinkles on this one...

He did...

Since xmas Eliana has been coveting her brother's canteen, now she has her own.

 

Snowed in: going out

We have loads of the white stuff...here are some pics. This one is from the back porch -- of our neighbors...

 

 Next..snow angel-snakes (on the belly) for Henry

Eliana is all about staying upright...

Necessity: the Mother of invention

I really need to go to the grocery store. I don't want to go with both the kids anymore. The last time I was there with both of them, we left and they were both crying. People parted like the Red Sea to let us out. So, this morning I decided to take our last two very ripe bananas, the last of the raisins and make some oatmeal. The bananas and raisins were boiling and ready for the oatmeal. I open the cupboard. Uhh...no more oatmeal. Hmm...throw away my yummy base? No way!

I added rice. Let it cook. Added some milk. Think rice pudding --no added sugar--for breakfast. Everyone liked it. No lie.

Boy-friends

We took this last Wednesday, Henry's first day of preschool. He jumped right in...no crying, no looking back. When I went to pick him up the teacher said he fit right in. He ran over to me, said with a smile, "Hi mama! I'm not ready to go yet!" And then ran toward his new buddies--wrestling, jumping, dancing, generally harassing.
As I was strapping him into his car seat to go home I asked him,
"What was your favorite part of school?"
He raised his hands up and said, "All MY boy-friends!!!!!"
Who wouldn't want to be a friend with Henry, who does stuff like this:

Those who know me well know that being at home full-time has been a bumpy transition. Taking Henry to preschool gave me a taste of the reality looming in our future: school, going out into the world, being replaced by all his friends.
I am resolving to take more deep breaths and enjoy the ride more.

For Laurita...

Don't you just love this get up? My dear friend, Laura, and I were taking a walk on a chilly winter evening, amid a busy, and heavy, discussion we stopped and looked at this hum-dinger.
"Don't you just love that," Laura asked.
"Yeah...that is so you...you'd look great in that!"