Like a Lamb: Notes at the End of March

1. Last week we (well, a few of us, see above) played outside in the backyard WITHOUT COATS OR HATS. And it was just so dang exciting I almost couldn't stand it.


More evidence of children without hats. Please pay no mind to Harry's dirty face. The boy loves a good mud pie.

It's been a looooong winter folks. I know you've heard about this a few times. Even though it rained pretty much all weekend, it's pretty clear that spring is on da way. Friday on the way to picking Ellie up from school I saw the first little insistent purple crocuses of the season. In other words: Hope in a flower.



2. I've started cooking dinner again. Nothing fancy but a bit more complicated on weeknights than cereal or ordering Chinese takeout. And of course my children eat none of it and only eat, like four things between them (but none of the same four things). Anyway. I get a strange thrill from cooking with what's already in the pantry (for the grownups)--as well as trying new recipes. I forgot how much I love cooking.

 Last week I made:

Quinoa, zucchini and corn enchiladas

"Steak" quesadillas: (made with leftover cote de boeuf from a fancy dinner out--I assure you this is not exactly a usual staple at our house), sautéed red peppers, cilantro and cheddar cheese, served with homemade guacamole (I make mine with diced onions, fresh garlic, lime juice (I only had lemon but lime is better), cherry tomatoes and fresh cilantro.

Stir fry vegetables: (broccoli, carrots, zucchini, spinach), and capellini noodles, served with tofu and the peanut sauce from here (pictured above), topped with fresh cilantro.

Shells and vegetables: Sauteed vegetables (zucchini, cherry tomatoes, fresh spinach), Italian sausage and (pasta) shells with parmesan (OF COURSE). Served with a side of roasted Brussels sprouts (my absolute fave way to prepare them: drizzled with olive oil and parmesan cheese).

Quinoa, vegetables and Italian sausage: Sauteed zucchini (are you sensing a theme?), broccoli, fresh spinach, Italian sausage and tossed with quinoa. This was a little too much like the meal from the night before but I defrosted a bunch of sausage and had to cook it.

I haven't really started "meal planning." I basically just go to this fruit and vegetable market that is crazy cheap and sells crazy fresh produce and I buy a ton of different stuff and just throw things together. And I alternate every few weeks with groceries/dairy products/pantry staples/dry goods from Costco, Trader Joe's and Target.


Fresh herbs (basil) are also helpful.


A few weeks ago I made this two bean (white and kidney) chili with corn, cherry tomatoes and ground turkey. It made a great lunch for almost a whole week (for me--again, no children would eat--sigh). You know what I don't miss? Spending money on lunch!

3. More evidence we may have overdosed on "Frozen." On the way to picking Ellie up from school last week, Harry saw a man wearing a white sweatshirt and exclaimed, "OLAF!" (Yes, we OWN the dvd now--the kids actually gasped when I showed them the box). Then yesterday at a birthday party, "Let it Go" started playing and Leo actually had to stop eating his pizza, stand up and sing. And of course there were the requisite hand gestures and footwork.


Leo's "Frozen" world: (left to right) Anna, Elsa, Olaf, Sven and Kristoff


4. Lucy's favorite: When she wakes up before Harry (afternoon nap) and we sneak downstairs. I let her sit on the counter once while I made her a Nutella sandwich. Now she wants to do it every time.

Lately

It's Wednesday, which means, time for another blizzard.



Let's shake things up a bit and make this a Nor'easter, shall we?



We walk the snowy, ice laden street of our neighborhood and the twins are (understandably) captivated by the icicles. They are incredible--many of them don't even look real. "Elsa (from "Frozen") made that!" Harry observes.


Today, I was the mom who brought three kids to the wine shop (remember, it's the day before the blizzard).

Hey, at least I didn't t bring all four.


Grandma and Grandpa sent us a box of art supplies, fueling our fire for watercolors.


Harry might be a bit more interested in the "water" part of watercolors.


Leo diligently addressed all his valentines this weekend. He proclaimed every female in his class his "girlfriend."


Lucy and Harry have fallen in love with Leo's bed (his room is on the main floor of our house and since it also holds the Lego table it's pretty much everyone's favorite place). They can often be found snuggling and "sleeping," until they are found, upon which they dissolve into fits of giggles. They better not be getting any big ideas about big kid beds. I guess they didn't get the memo: They will be in cribs until they are thirty, as all good children should be.





I have a new favorite quote, which I'm hoping will carry me through just about anything:





Peace.

Never Alone and Who's Going to the Sing-A-Long?

I had a rare day at home with "just" the twins this week.


Hey Harry. Whatcha doin? Yougonnaeatthis?


FORTHELOVEOFALLTHATISGOODWOMAN,LEAVEMEALONE.

I mean, I can only imagine that's what Harry might be saying.

Lucy woke up from her nap before Harry (which is why he's eating his lunch in these pictures and she's already finished), so we had a rare thirty minutes just to ourselves.

Lucy spent most of that time walking around the house asking "Where's Harry?" and "Is it time to go pick up Ellie?"

She asked about Ellie all day long actually.

"Where's Ellie? I want Ellie."

These two. Oh my.


"Mommy! Look at us!" they called to me, from the living room. (Ellie took her shirt off. So Lucy did. Because, of course.)

At this moment, in these days, Ellie can do no wrong in Lucy's eyes.

"Where's Ellie? What's Ellie doing? I want to go see Ellie."

I look at them playing Barbie Fairies or dress up, I watch as Ellie gives Lucy "pony rides" around the kitchen table, knocking into the back of my legs as I slice carrots for dinner. Two little girls. In my house. And I still can't quite believe it, that I get to witness this all as it unfolds.

Ellie is phenomenally, unshakably patient with the twins but it's Lucy who tries her the most (wrinkling Ellie's drawings just as she completes them, overturning her perfectly placed tea set. And yet. Ellie is unflappably calm with both of them. They destroy, she shrugs and laughs: "Oh Lucy!"

These days Ellie is a key player in bedtime for the twins. They wait for her to "tuck them in."
"Ellie! Come give me a kiss," Lucy calls, as Ellie climbs the stairs.

Some of Ellie's techniques are more effective than others: "If you don't lie down I'm telling Mama, Grandma and everyone I know!"

I think that I spent my whole early childhood pining for a sister, wondering what that relationship would be like, that constant companion, the never ending play date (not that that word existed in 1978). Of course I completely idealized it--there was never any grief about sharing or resentment about who got more attention. It was just, fun. All fun, all the time. Because I knew with a sister I would never be lonely.

Sisters or brothers, you can certainly say that much about our house. No one is EVER Lonely.

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We were brave and left the house with all four kids last weekend. We even went really nuts and took them to a restaurant, of all places! I know!

The food seemed to take forever.

So we passed the time making silly hats. Butter packages and mini creamers, of course.



Classy. That's us.



Luckily the hot chocolate (and my coffee) hit the table right away. Lucy has a newfound love for hot chocolate (and by hot chocolate I mean barely warmed chocolate milk topped with whipped cream).



I think it's fair to say she approves.



I like to call this look "Cocoa Drunk."

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It's finally here!



I'd like to take the big kids this weekend. I mean, they can't stop talking about it. They won't leave me alone, it's just "When the Sing-A-Long Frozen, Mom?" All. The. Time. In reality they have no idea it's happening and it's really me that wants to sing all the songs from "Frozen" in a darkened theater, resting only to put away a large tub of popcorn with extra butter.

OK so I might be more excited than they are.


We showed Harry and Lucy some clips from "Frozen" last weekend and Lucy was completely riveted. Part of me thinks she might actually enjoy the sing-a-long version but another part of me is also afraid that she of the Many Opinions will not appreciate all the singing and will, in true Lucy "I'm The Boss Style" order the audience to "STOP SINGING!"

I've long been plotting to get the kids the "Frozen" plush dolls (damn you Disney store for being so close to my office and directly in my path every single day). Leo and Ellie were easy: they are both smitten with Elsa (did I tell you that Leo has decided he wants to be her when he grows up?). Lucy likes Anna. When I asked Harry who he liked, Anna or Elsa?


He answered, "Olaf."

I swear that Olaf is totally for Harry. Completely.

The Road to Wellness, Edging Toward "Big Kids," Hearing Harry, Still Can't Shut Up About "Frozen" and Transcending It All

I've made a sort of unwritten rule not to talk about sickness here because really, no one wants to hear about your cold, right? Sufficed it to say that fifty percent of our house was felled by a nasty virus this week, to the point that Ellie sounds like she's got quite the serious two-pack-of-Marlboros-a-day-habit and I took my first sick day from work in three years. Poor Ellie has missed school all week and been (understandably) miserable and cranky and let's just say I think I may have glimpsed a view of tween/teenhood and I am afraid. Very afraid.


Looking not so tween/teen and also, pre-sickness. My Little Yentas. It might just be time to introduce Ellie to "Fiddler on the Roof."

So, yes. Hard week. Mercifully, I'm just starting to feel like myself again. It's an amazing thing really, how the body (blessedly, usually, ideally) fights off illness. Obvious but true statement of the day: As terrible as it is to not feel good, it makes getting better that much more sweet. The thrill of realizing that filling the dishwasher again is not a crushing blow but something you can actually accomplish--that is a welcome relief.

But I am living in FEAR that the babies twins are going to get sick. Please. No.

And of course, with sick kids ALWAYS come the work deadlines. Yesterday I had to stay late and called home to check on Ellie. When asked if I could bring anything (I was thinking something along the lines of Popsicles), her response was "I just want Yooooooou! I want you to come hooooooome."

Insert knife, into heart.

You will happy to learn that all was forgiven when I arrived home (after dinner but well before bed time) with vanilla ice cream. Ellie did make one request: "Is it OK if I sleep in your bed? It makes me feel more secure." Then, crossing her arms she said, "I'm sorry if I don't know what secure means." 


She felt better in the morning. Well enough, even, to make them a little bed in the living room.


Lucy was insistent that Harry take a Goldfish. No was not an option.

These two. Two and a half years old. Technically closer to three years old than two. Preschool is on the horizon. I continue to call them babies but see glimmers of kids, kids who understand and can be reasoned with, who show empathy and real problem-solving skills, on a daily basis.

Don't worry. They also still make me smack my forehead and want to tear my hear out on a daily basis.

Harry, who hasn't been much of a talker until pretty recently is suddenly busting out with new words and sentences every day. It's such a sweet and welcome joy to have him bound over to me, barreling his hard little skull into my belly and exclaim, "Buzz! I found Buzz [Lightyear-pictured above]." Admittedly I could do with out the barreling skull, but hey, he means well. He is such a little snuggler.

I'm still not quite accustomed to his little voice. I'll hear chattering away in the car or in the corner while he snaps Duplos together ("I did it!), a sentence or two, and I feel momentarily disoriented--Leo, Ellie, Lucy: they talk constantly-our house is L-O-U-D. I can recognize everyone's voice in a heartbeat (OF COURSE) but who is that one? Why, it's Harry!





File this one under, they're not really babies anymore: The other morning Lucy woke up crying around 4 a.m. It was (of course) dark as night outside (anything before 5 a.m. is night in my book). That's when I whispered to Lucy that it was still nighttime and she needed to go back to bed. And you know what? She Did. I couldn't believe it either. See what I mean? Glimmers of reason. And I do mean glimmers.


Yes, yes. We eat a lot of Goldfish in our house. Probably more than we should.


Four way ball (they roll it to each other). It lasts for all of 2.3 minutes but those are beautiful, gleeful minutes.

In the midst of the Daily Din I think you all know that I do my best to recognize those "transcendent moments," you know the ones, they make you, just for a brief few minutes even, rise above the chaos and havoc and incredible noise and clutter and overwhelmingness of it all. We had one this morning and you might not be surprised to learn that it had to do with "Frozen", a movie which has provided me with a seemingly unending amount of pleasure. Not to get too fruit ball on you all but so many parents I know have spoken of how they love it as much as their kids and they've loved loving the movie along with their children, all of which sounds pretty transcendental to me: A shared joy. A break from the monotony.

Back to this morning. Everyone was finishing up breakfast and I remembered that I'd just read that "Frozen" had a DVD release date (there's a part of me that doesn't want to own it because I know that once we can watch it any time it will no longer feel special). But the big deal for us is that when it's on DVD the babies twins will be able to see it-they might be edging toward kid-dom but I was not quite ready to brave a feature length film with them, so they have-gasp-yet to see "Frozen." And of course Erin, who has not yet had the pleasure (you know you want to see it Sweetie) will benefit from the March release.

The kids were mildly excited at the DVD news but I don't think we will really care until they can hold it in their hot little hands. Ellie then suggested we show the babies the clip she and I had watched the night before (laying in bed beside a coughing and despondent Ellie I thought "watching" one of her favorite songs would be a little treat and a break from our routine of listening to Pandora's "Soundscapes" station on my iPhone).

The next thing I knew, I had the laptop out, a cup of coffee next to me, Ellie snuggling on my lap, Leo across from me, and two babies the twins, sitting beside me in their high chairs, in complete rapture. It was the "Frozen" they'd been hearing so much about (quite literally, in the car, every time we go ANYWHERE it's Frozen soundtrack central).

Bliss. Peace. Everyone happy.

No picture.You'll just have to trust me on this one.

All "Frozen," All the Time

We are, shall we say, a tad obsessed at the moment. 

With "Frozen."

Have you seen it yet? The big kids and I went last weekend. I broke the news that we'd be going around last Thursday and anticipation began mounting immediately. 

Last Sunday morning, around 7:00 a.m. Ellie started asking to watch [YouTube] videos of all the songs from the movie. I'm not sure two people have been more excited to see a movie, ever. Ellie also got dressed (at 6:30 on a Sunday) without being asked to (unprecedented) and went to bed the night before, exclaiming "Tomorrow is the day I get to see Frozen!

See? A little excited.

What can I say? The movie has it all. First of all, it's absolutely stunning visually. It's warm (which might be surprising, given the, ahem, title), it's funny, it's sweet, it's sad and it's poignant. Without giving away anything, there was also a nice and refreshing twist on the whole "Find a prince and everything will be Fine" which I think we can all agree we are finished with.

And did I mention the incredible music? We started downloading songs from the soundtrack in the parking lot of the theater after the movie was over. Wait, I lied. I bought the "theme" the day before and the big kids and I listened to it in the car on the way to getting haircuts on Saturday afternoon (to get them in the mood for the movie because, clearly that was needed). Ha.

Ellie asks to listen to the soundtrack in the car on the way to school. Before I've put the key in the ignition. 

She calls upstairs while I'm getting dressed in the morning to "bring my phone downstairs" so she can listen to "Frozen."

And perhaps one of my favorite moments  came last night when she sang herself to sleep. With songs from "Frozen." I kid you not. 

Ellie got a little set of figures of characters from the movie for Hanukkah and that was a huge hit--such a huge hit that Leo burst into tears when he didn't get the same set. Oops. (When am I going to learn that I should always just buy two of everything--and soon enough, I guess, four). Oy.

Last night Ellie and Leo spent their post-dinner/bath time sketching each of the characters from the movie. Before that, Ellie built a little "stage" for them from a small discarded box. And when I was upstairs putting the twins to bed, Leo and Ellie took it upon themselves to stand on chairs and get the tin foil from the top shelf above the refrigerator (you know, tin foil = ice= "Frozen"). The kitchen table looked like a craft room had exploded (scissors, tape, construction paper) and in the background, the music from the soundtrack blared: 

"Let it go, let it go…Let the storm rage on. The cold never bothered me anyway."

This is the best song. I mean. Idina Menzel? Are you kidding me? I pretty much have it on repeat. And I'm using it to further my brainwashing of Ellie into full-blown Broadway show tune nerdom: I told her she's one of the witches from "Wicked" (which Ellie is very interested in after seeing a poster for it when we were in the city and hearing one of the songs from the show on the "Glee" soundtrack).

But on to the art. I think the Disney animators would be proud, don't you?

Olaf, the snowman.

Olaf, the sun loving snow man, By Leo.

By Ellie.

Sven, the reindeer.

Sven, by Leo. 

When we first started listening to the music, Lucy, in her usual, characteristically oppositional manner screamed "NO FROZEN!"

But we won her over soon enough. The music is irresistible, even to an opinionated two-year-old. Now we are all dancing around to "Fixer Upper" and Lucy is demanding that I "Dip her."

It's not that often that the kids and I are "into" the same things, but you know, DISNEY. They know how to do it (there's a reason plenty of adults without children visit the Disney theme parks). I am, however,  pretty sure I'm one of the few adults rocking out to the "Frozen" soundtrack during their morning commute (true story). Yup, I'm a proud and self-proclaimed fruit ball, what can I say. 

And this morning, on my way to work I may have stopped at the Disney store on the way to my office to look at the "Frozen" paraphernalia again (Hanukkah is over and Christmas is coming!). I may have had my headphones on and switched them off, only to realize that the Frozen soundtrack was also playing in the store. Pfew! I didn't have to miss a moment of "Frozen." 

We're having fun. And I'm not sure who's enjoying all this more, the kids, or me.