Feb 9, 2009

My blog title

I've had major blog-registration remorse ever since I picked the name of this blog.

The Littlefield Lowdown?

Argh.

It sounds like a weekly square dance get-together. Or something even further down the food chain than the Drudge Report. It sounds like a tiny monthly newspaper (make that newsletter) for some west Texas pitstop town.

Did you know there is a town in west Texas called Littlefield? (I once had a student who hailed from Littlefield, Texas. Yup. That's about all he had to say on the subject too.)

Why did I think I needed a synonym for 'news'?

Now that I've read dozens and dozens of these blogs (my kids: "Mom, who is that in that blog picture?" me: "I don't know. I just clicked on it." my kids: "But who are they?" me: "Seriously - I have no idea who they are."), it's clear that some people chose cute titles (Dear Diary or 24/7/365), and others sound like dance barkers.

New look

Marni convinced me to get a new blog look.

Well, she said, "You should change your template."

Even though I love that Japanese wallpaper-esque bird pattern, I didn't love the yellow letters. Why not try something new?

Hmmm... this one is Argyle-I'm Torn.

I was puzzled to see a template design category called September 11. ????.
There are design categories like Pink, Animal Print, Vintage, Boys. Yes, I get that. September 11 seems ... off.

Also, this new template has yellow letters.

:(

Feb 4, 2009

Yes, we love to help mother, for we all love her so

All you Primary music aficionados probably know the tune to those words!

Well, they are true ... to a point, at least around here. My kids LOVE to help. They really do. They love to be helpful. They love to be complimented. They love to check off chores on a job list.

However, they have limited staying power.They love to help for about 1 minute. They love to carry 3 shirts to a dresser drawer, then collapse on the bed, trying to catch their breath.

To be honest, Annie has more endurance. She did happily wash several large pots and pans a few days ago, and she wants to be able to mop the kitchen floor. She does take out the trash and help load the washing machine. Actually, Annie is a good little worker.

So the truth is, Graham is more about the pose of helping than the actual accomplishing of tasks. It's something we are constantly working on.
{I do feel a twinge of guilt about ratting out my kiddos, especially my son. If he knew I said that he tired out too quickly to really accomplish many chores, he would say, "Mom, that really hurts my feelings. I do help!"}

The whole point of all of this exposition is to provide context for the most wonderful display of work ethic yet displayed in our home. Obviously, we've only lived here for six months, so things should continue to improve.

After FHE (I was so tired that our "activity" was laying on the bed reading a library book together), my kids were begging for the promised treat: mint chocolate smoothies.

"Mom, Mom, please make the smoothies! We want the smoothies. We are so hungry for smoothies! Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!"

I told them that I was just too tired, and also, the blender was still in the sink from the breakfast berry-tofu-ice cream smoothie.

We'll help you!" they responded.

"Really?" I asked. "Because I need the sink emptied so I can wash the blender."

"We can do that!"

"Well, the dishwasher has to be unloaded first," I pointed out.

"We can do that!" they said again.

And they did. We marched into the kitchen, and we all put away the dishes. The children cheerfully reached for the items and pleasantly put them away. It was beautiful to behold. Then Graham loaded plates and bowls into the dishwasher while Annie rinsed out the blender (after I removed the blades!). The sink was emptied, the counter was cleared, and the blender beckoned.

I learned a few things: first, my kids are totally capable of helping more with dishes. Second, it helps to sweeten the deal.

Here's the mint smoothie I came up with. It was good!

8-10 big ice cubes
1.5 cups of milk ... or thereabouts (every line of this recipe should say ... or thereabouts)
1.5 cups of vanilla ice cream
1 cup plain or vanilla yogurt (but silky tofu works too)
1/2 cup vanilla protein powder
2 packets hot chocolate powder
1/4 cup chocolate chips (the kids love to drop these in, one at a time)
and 2 t. peppermint extract

"I'm Fred Child

... and this is Performance Todaay."


Fred Child
(That's my feeble word attempt to capture his tag line.)

Fred Child has a delish radio voice - very melodius! I love the show, and my teaching schedule allows me to listen to Performance Today in full on Mondays and Wednesdays and Fridays.

Wednesdays are especially great because of the puzzler, the Piano Puzzler. I've already praised it on this blog, but I'm not sure if I've ever provided a link to the Piano Puzzler podcast before. It's so much fun ... and last week, I could have been a winner. (The week before, a loser.)

Today's Performance Today was even special by my Wednesday standard - I was blown away by Hilary Hahn playing a (the??) Sibelius violin concerto. Gorgeous, gorgeous work, and my praise to the sound engineers. Her sound was clear and strong, as though the microphone was inside her instrument. On the show's page, there is a listen button.

I found a clip of the first movement of the concerto at a concert last year - Hahn looks 16! (But really, she's like 28 years old.) The sound is not good on youtube, but still, it's something.

To think that I used to wait for a song I liked on the radio with a blank tape in the cassette recorder at the ready. If I heard the song, I pressed record as fast as I could. Many of my mix tapes, as a result, had the voices of St. Cloud DJs at the beginnings or ends of songs. That said, I'm kind of glad I didn't have all this available to me then ... I might have spent less time making magazine collages and reading Agatha Christie mysteries in my teenage years!

Feb 3, 2009

John Updike

It was strange and sad to leave my lit classroom a week ago, after having just taught the much-anthologized story "A&P", and hear on NPR that writing great John Updike had died at age 76. His career was varied and admirable, and he seems to me an example of getting in there and getting the job done.

Here are two remarks from Updike included in some NPR profiles that I found here that resonate:

Writing about "ordinary life," Updike says, is a big problem for fiction writers; everyday lives do not involve heroism or extraordinary crises. But the way in which we are alive is meaningful," Updike says, "and it does have a certain radiance — the beauty of the actual. That's what I keep pushing at."

AND

"Throughout his career, the author never seemed to lose sight of the power of words. In a 2005 "This I Believe" essay he wrote: 'I seem most instinctively to believe in the human value of creative writing, whether in the form of verse or fiction, as a mode of truth-telling, self-expression and homage to the twin miracles of creation and consciousness.'"

Feb 1, 2009

EZ Combs

Turns out, I won't have to worry about what to give Annie for her birthday this year. She informed me today of her heart's desire with a little jingle she was singing: "Oh, yeah, yeah, E-Z, E-Z combs dot com!"

Check it out! I love the fact that this website includes a little video clip embedded in the corner. We watched it together - Annie, impressed, Erin, amused. I often joke that I would like to act in informercials, demonstrating the flaws of product/item being replaced. I could be the blond driver, hurting her head when her hair clip "bumps" the seat headrest.

Victory

I recently asked my dad to remind me of this incident from his life - it is a poignant story, and I wanted to share it here too:

It was sometime in 1945 - the weather was warm. I was 9 years old. I was learning how to better ride a bicycle - I was crossing the Rim to Rim Bridge just outside Twin Falls, Idaho. The bridge is 500' high, maybe 1000' long. As I was riding along the bridge, trying not to get run over or topple over the edge, cars started honking. I wondered: are they honking because I am daring to ride across the bridge (brave, brave me)? No, I later found out (that day) that the honking was because, heard on the the car radios, was the news that World War II was finally over.

- Fred :)