Dinner Last Night

The girls get up on their stools on either side of me as I prepare to make grilled cheese sandwiches.  Noemi had already explained to me with an exasperated sigh that she didn't want "grilled cheese."  She wanted "grilled cheese sandwiches."  

I give them each a small piece of the swiss cheese.  Nodding of heads.  "My like it." "My like it."

Then a small piece of cheddar, a cheese with which they are much more familiar.  More nods. More grammatically incorrect, but oh so cute "My likes." 

"Which one would you like on your grilled cheese sandwich?"

Fingers (many of them) point to the swiss.  "This one."

Great.  Trying something semi-new.  Small victory.  We'll take it.

I make the sandwiches.  But since we had agreed on the correct name for grilled pieces of bread with cheese inside, there had been some modifications to the dinner order.

They had both decided they didn't want the bread grilled or toasted at all.  "So just sandwiches?"

"Yes."

OK.  Then Zora decides she wanted hers dressed up.  Slowly she has become our food risk-taker, though in the world of three year olds and especially our three year olds, our family wasn't even  pushing Martha Stewart out of her comfort zone.  Zora asks for ham, pickles and mayonaisse in addition to her cheese and bread.

Great. I make  the sandwiches, the girls start in on them. Zora picking up and munching the whole thing with two hands.  Noey leaving it all on her plate and deconstructing it.

After a few bites, "Daddy.  Why you give me this cheese?  My no like this cheese.  My like cheddar."

"But, Noemi, you said you wanted the swiss."

"No."

"Remember, we did the taste test and you chose this one."

"My no like it."

"Could you just try it again?"

I lift it to her mouth, she opens her mouth, the cheese moves towards her mouth.  There is the slightest possibility that the cheese actually touched her tongue, but if so, only for a split second, before her head starts shaking and then is tipped to the side with a sad expression on her face... "No... No, my like it." 

Argh.

A another small victory is vacated from the records of one Michael Evans.

Oh Daylight Savings Time...

... You used to be lovely.
An additional hour of sleep.  Magically appearing in early November.
Regardless of all the naysayers and those calling for the end of you....

However, DST, what you haven't considered is this whole thing where little kids don't understand that they are granted an extra hour of sleep.
Can you make this a little clearer in your promotional and training materials?
Perhaps a few extra slides in your powerpoint or prezi, if you're into that sort of thing.

Let me just explain how hypothetically it might play out.
Two girls.  One house.   Typically waking up at 6am.  Fine.
But 5am?... C'mon, Daylight Savings Time... Help us out.

Like Pumpkin, Like Child

Halloween 2015

Falling for Fall

Mike is not here right now to approve the title of this post, but I am sure he would give it an enthusiastic thumbs up (or at least a patronizing guffaw). If there's anyone who appreciates my corny sense of humor, it's him.

Fall in the Berkshires is, frankly, stunning. Watching the progression of green to red to orange to brown on the hillsides makes me want to pull over with the leaf-peepers and survey "our valley" as the girls call it. But as a local (albeit newly transplanted), I have to be cooler than that. And the photos never do the leaves justice anyway.

I have captured a few glimpses of these blissful fall days, when the sun still has the power to warm, but the smell of wood smoke has begun to hang in the air. (One of the first things Noemi usually says when we leave the house in the morning is, "I smell a wood fire," and I think how sweet it is for her to to grow up in a place where fall is synonymous with fireplaces and technicolor vistas. So sweet that I stop myself from telling her how horrible it is for her health. Protecting her innocence and all that.)

It's not an exaggeration to say that you can literally pick apples on every street corner in Williamstown and that even the Canada geese winging overhead refuse to poop until they've passed the town limits we are so picturesque (okay, maybe a slight exaggeration). I'll need this story (and these pictures) to keep me going through all the weeks I can't feel my toes.

October at Caretaker Farm

Picking herbs at Caretaker Farm

Yep, picking apples on the street corner

first time climbing a tree

Fall Leaves

Noemi is excited about the leaves changing colors!

Exposed!

Tonight Katy turned to me and said,

"Zora's really good at exposing the fallacy of parental control."

"You tell her not to do something and she does it anyway.  And she's like what are you going to do about it?  Put me in timeout, maybe?"


It's true.

We may be screwed.

Last weekend

snuggly collaboration

exercise & celebration outside Mommy's new office