Tuesday, December 27, 2005
We pulled Iris out of school for a month and took her to Europe with us. (I had a business meeting the first two weeks and then we toured for another two weeks.)
We stayed at agriturismos, small farms that also take in tourists, in Volterra (Tuscany) and Assisi (Umbria). They might also be called B&Bs that operate small-scale farms. The olives were ready to be harvested in Tuscany. The hostess also served dinners upon request and cooked with olive oil made from their homegrown olives.
Here are photos of the Tuscan farmhouse and the view from the terrace outside our room.
Monday, December 26, 2005
The Santa Chronicles
A couple of days later, she came and told me that Santa Claus must be real. I asked her how she knew that. She said that Santa brought her what she wanted most in the whole world, Barbie stuff. Her mommy would never buy her Barbie.
Yesterday, while trying to get her to clean up the living room before bedtime, I asked her if she was being good or bad. Without missing a beat, she quipped, "Santa came, so I must have been good."
keywords: modern motherhood
Friday, December 16, 2005
Mommy don't go
This time, she put her arms around my neck and clung to me. She whispered in my ear, "Mommy don't go. Stay here with me."
And then I kissed and left her.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Google Saves the Day
The Hawaiian fried chicken at The Loft is the best.
We painted t-shirts instead. One kid asked where their goodie bag was. The mom quickly hushed the child up and answered, "Your shirt was your goodie." I am so glad that someone else understood.
keywords: modern motherhood, goodie bags
Friday, December 02, 2005
In my impatient youth, I used to snicker whenever someone spoke as if motherhood gave them special insight. But, in my gut (and the flash of realization felt like a kick in the gut), I knew she was a mother that had just buried her child.
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Baby it's windy outside
I don't get string theory
Twins separated at birth
Does Iris have a twin that I don't know about? But then, it would have been very inattentive of me not to notice giving birth to twins. As this blog title says, I am a bad mom... (Her yoga teacher pointed out this cover to me. Another teacher at her school assumed that Iris was the cover child.)
Saturday, November 19, 2005
I told some other scientists that my kid takes Yoga. They told me it is so LA. But you have to admit, it is so adorable.
keywords: Iris, LA, yoga, modern motherhood
At the airport in San Jose, Costa Rica, they launch the weather balloons with Hydrogen. They don't use Helium because they can't afford it. I am not ready to share the road in California with hydrogen-fueled cars.
Earlier, I forgot to show the balloon ascending into the stratosphere. Special thanks to Radiosondista Victor Hernandez for planning ahead. He suggested that a globo negra would photograph better than a white one against an overcast sky.
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Laundry: the count
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Sunday, November 13, 2005
The second best thing to be in Costa Rica
Ending a top 10 list at 8
That's why I love the www.crazyauntpurl.com blog. She ended her list at 8 because she had run out of good ideas! What a concept. And don't miss this classic list of 8. I took her advice and printed off a pile of "Please steal this car" flyers that we keep by the front door. So far so good.
Saturday, November 05, 2005
Out to lunch, and dinner and breakfast...
I am thinking about this as I prepare to leave my family once again for work related travel. I am going nuts thinking about how much I need to do before leaving. Will everyone, at home and abroad, stay healthy and safe? What will the house look like when I get back? (This is not an idle worry as one of my former coworkers returned from a month in Antarctica to discover that her husband left the laundry for her. Yes, a month's worth of laundry.)
And how will I plan her birthday party from a far away country where I am not sure I will have broadband internet access?
Friday, September 30, 2005
I write about wildfires often. Click on the Wildfire tag below to see all the posts.
the toughest period of your life?
Friday, September 23, 2005
Sudoku ate our household
For our anniversary, I bought him Will Shortz's Sudoko 2 and asked him not to write the solutions in the book. He saved the marriage by creating a printable blank Sudoko template.
Sunday, September 18, 2005
Testing Blogger Photo
Here is the same daughter walking on the shores of the ancient dry lake Manly. It sure wasn't dry this March (2005). Yes, that is a kayaker, and there were 30 more out there that day along with a windsurfer and several canoers.
When I started this blog, I had intended to keep my fiber arts stuff on my sister's blog, Fiber Musings. But an unexpected event has caused my sister to take a hiatus from blogging. So my future fiber arts stuff will be shown right here. This is the kind of stuff you will see in the Fiber Musings archives.
[My all-time favorite one word title book remains, Home; a short history of an idea. Witold Rybczynski remarked on page 160 that, when men wrote about home design, they were more concerned with comfort--the passive enjoyment of a home. When women wrote about home design, they were more concerned with workplace ergonomics!]
Lately, I have read two books told from the point of view of a woman contemplating divorce, How to be Good and The Wife. Then I started reading books about the Indian diaspora, Interpreter of Maladies and The Arranged Marriage. Do I see recurring themes because my english teachers trained me to look for them? Or am I unconsciously crafting syllabi when I choose my reading?
Sunday, August 14, 2005
Saturday, August 13, 2005
Iris made and launched this today at the FOGE.org LA kickoff event. Each kid decorated and named their own rocket. The guy reading the launch manifest couldn't believe that someone would name a rocket 'Rosy Hearts' and read 'Rosy Heat' instead. Iris was not as upset about that as the fact that the rocket went suborbital.
She said that it was a fake rocket because it didn't go into outer space. And the rocket was so small, it could only lift an ant. She thought she was going to make and launch a real rocket. A witness said her rocket attained an altitude of ~100 ft at the apex of the trajectory.
I guess I could show her movie clips of rocket launches that went awry so she can see what a tough business getting into orbit really is. (This 4 year old thinks she can just draw a picture of a dress, pick out some fabric, and wake up to find a new dress in her room.) She has also never seen a rocket blow up or a space shuttle fall apart. But, I don't really want to puncture her bubble of innocence.
Maybe she will forgive me for all the time I am spending away from her and at work this summer. If all goes well, I can take her up to see not one, but two, satellite launches this winter for satellites I am involved with. My husband says that, with our luck, the launch times will be just as cloudy as the fourth of july fireworks at the beach this year. The launches are always videotaped from a jet flying above the cloud deck. Can he say that about the fireworks?keywords: Iris, modern motherhood
Thursday, August 11, 2005
We made a trip out to Silverlake to see the golden vortex. I ducked my head inside and what should I see, but a sign in the sky.
I picked 'Bad Mom, Good Mom' because, while straightening out my daughter's room, I found a drawing of the two of us inside a heart and the words, 'Bad Mom', written across the top. I guess I have been putting in too much time at work. I also came across the book, 'Good Cat, Bad Cat', in her room. In the book, the cat was chastised for behaving disruptively. Then a mouse appeared and the cat chased it. Suddenly, the cat was praised as a good cat even though it was behaving the same way as before.
It is comforting, that behaviors that garner censure in one context can also be desirable in others.
What I meant to say is that, when I am a bad mom, I am a good employee ("ideal worker") and vice versa. I just can't make everybody happy at the same time--work, family, self. I do the best that I can.
There is a bit more about me at Tagged, You're It!
Proof that I am a very bad mom in Mommy don't go.