Monday, February 28, 2011

Slippers

My dad always kept his keys on his belt, connected with one of those magic spring chain jobs. I loved pulling it; it was down at eye level for what seemed like forever. Pull, spring! 'Ow!' or, more often, 'goddammit Cynthia!'. (I blame this for the incident at the lunch table two weeks ago where someone named Harry supposedly said 'damn!' and then initiated a discussion about proper spelling of same.)

My dad worked a long blend of shop and office hours when I was kid. He was gone before I was awake and then we waited and waited for him to get home so we could have dinner. We would wait for the call saying he was leaving and then count down the 30 minutes until he arrived. In the summer, I remember him walking up the back sidewalk singing, 'come along home, Cindy, Cindy' while I hung on a monkey bar on the backyard swing set. I also remember how clever I thought my mom was with the spiral tape and blue and white paint. (In the winter I remember watching through the patio door that I was not supposed to touch even though Harry and Suzy can put stickers on it, just saying.) Mostly I remember pulling that key string as he walked by.

We don't have key strings at our house, we have slippers. 70 and 30 pound slippers. Some of us like them more than others.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

A ride

We finally got over to the Harley Davidson Museum. It's a very cool space and also has some fun dress up items. Is it my fault she spent so much time riding her bike that she feel asleep before we got to the gift shop?


Harry, on the other hand, was awake. It seems like he's always awake lately. He hides with his night light reading books and building smuggled lego contraptions. But back to the Harley Museum. Just when you think he's clever and has really figured a few things out he asks, after looking thoughtfully at several photos, 'Dad, in the olden days were people just really black and white like that?'


Sort of. But not exactly.

hello, again

We've been busy. We made a lot of babka. It was good, but a little messy. But don't worry, we've switched to unbleached all purpose flour because it has a higher protein content. I don't think it makes the babka any better for us, but it does help make our cookies a little taller. Plus, I think it does a better job clinging to noses and eyelashes.

We also lost all sorts of teeth. 4 to be exact. The top two managed to be a little disgusting with a lot of blood (which, as I am lately informed, is just 'mostly water with a little red in it'), I'm just proud that I managed to stay calm while he was freaking out. It was gross. Really gross.


And there was some snow. Which turned out to be just some warm up for the real deal. We also had a serious battle about wearing 'gwoves'. Eventually I won, but it wasn't pretty. Although, it wasn't near as disgusting as the bloody tooth. Ew.


Finally, we've got some serious style going on over here on Pine Street. I mean, who knew you could use archival t-bands to hold your hair back? You can just barely see the floral rainboots - it was quite the getup.