corner view: change

pomegranite

It doesn’t take long for the bright, starry, orange flowers on our pomegranite tree to burst into full-flame fruit. It’s a change we welcome at the start of every autumn!

Corner view is a weekly Wednesday date hosted originally hosted by Jane, currently by Francesca. A topic is given and you can see impressions; be it in photographic or poetic in form from around the world: Jane, Dana, Bonny, Joyce, Ian, Francesca, Theresa, Cate, Kasia, Otli, Trinsch, Isabelle, Janis, Kari, jgy, Lise, Dorte, McGillicutty, Sunnymama, Ibb, Kelleyn, Ninja, Sky, RosaMaria, Juniper, Valerie, Sammi, Cole, Don, WanderChow, FlowTops, Tania, Tzivia, Kristin, Laura, Guusje, Susanna, Juana, Elsa, Nadine

sunday still life

While Lovey was away, Zuzu took great pride in filling in for him. She proudly announced each day that Daddy was still gone and so she was going to “help” Momma just like he does. She made long lists of all the things we needed to do and put herself firmly in charge, really of all of us. She helped the Quail with her speech therapy, she chose the movies we would watch, she ordered her food at the restaurants and was very cooperative for the party we went to and helped to put the laundry away. She made a decision that she wanted to bring brownies to school for her class to have after they eat their lunch. I asked about the Quail’s class and that prompted her decision that we needed to bake 3 pans- one for her class, one for the Quail’s class and one to have at home for dessert. She sat on the floor with the bowl of brownie mix and sweetly showed the Quail how we stir it up. After they were done baking she pulled out the stock of sprinkles and decorated each pan accordingly- flowers for the Quail’s class, hearts for hers and dinasaur’s for the home ones. I was so proud of her thinking of everyone. She even noted repeatedly that we needed to save one of each of the brownies for Daddy. You can’t really argue with that kind of kindness sprinkled over “logic”. Or at least you shouldn’t.

Sunday Still Life is an evolving photo project started by Erin. It’s an invitation to explore the beauty and depth of life through traditional still life composition and / or photos and words to evoke inner stillness and reflection. If you feel so inspired, join in! Erin is on a cyber-vacation for the month of August and I’ll be hosting Sunday Still Life. After you post yours, stop by here and leave a link so we can all come visiting.

 Keep it slow. Keep it simple.

gratitude

1. babies stuffing rugelach into their chubby cheeks

2. modern medicine

3. renassaince husbands fixing main sewer pipes

4. rascalin children

5. bacon

6. a restaurant in your work basement

7. packing lists

8. getting help

9. sleep

10. insurance

11. flickers

12. the same old thing

13. kindness over your little one

14. a fairy showing up to dinner

15. Fireman Sam inspiring career goals for 4 year olds

16. realizing that your daughter’s career goals all involve helping others

17. new activities from Jodie

18. the weekend

19. walking

20. Modern Family

21. a Florentine-patterned steele ring on the 11th anniversary from Lovey- best gift ever

fave-O-lit friday

 

Home is our sanctuary, where we:
relax into being ourselves,
play with our inner child,
paint the walls green and pink,
dig in the dirt,
grow something,
love somebody else,
love ourselves even more,
snuggle with a warm blanket on a Sunday afternoon,
hang “go away” on the door whenever we want,
clean and tidy often… or never,
launch from and return to,
are truly ourselves.
Jonathan Lockwood Huie

Zuzuday: Zuzu’s stories

Once upon a time, Zuzu began to swim on her bacation and she couldn’t go in the 5 feet and the 4 feet and she could only go in the 3 feet tall. And then she loved her parents happily ever after.

The End.

corner view: passion

I know this should have been an easy one. We all have passions right? Then I realized the block I was having with it was over the word passion- not so much- just not a word I used to self-describe. When I hit on that I heard Lovey’s voice in my head as he told person after person of yet another “melt-up” I had over a piece of pie or beef or breakfasty item we found at this restaurant or he had made for me. Passion- no- melt-ups yes. You know how some people get when something goes wrong again and again- and then they lose it? Well I only have about 6 stories I tell- and over half of those involve food. In the moment- when the smell hits just right and the plate is so very pretty in front of me- and the cook’s passion has obviously come through in the flavors that have married. That’s when that melt-up hits. And approximately 45 minutes later- I’m done. No longer entertained, ready for bed. It’s weird- I LOVE food. Not necessarily what is in vogue- fresh, local, haute cuisine, vegan, or whatever the hot new craze is. My range goes from a McDonald’s pumpkin pie in November to a veal chop in a Florentine cafe. I don’t discriminate. It doesn’t have to be organic or homemade. I just have to love it. Of course I love all those things too- but really I just love food- and when it’s made with love and offered up- I’m thrilled to join in. Just ask our dear St. Louis friends who made the unfortunate mistake of inviting me over once for a quick lunch as payback for a coffee I’d purchased. Their “quick lunch” was a breaded, stuffed and rolled chicken breast that would have taken hours of prep in my kitchen. They are still amongst the dearest in my heart even after years of not seeing them. Just knowing they are out their cooking makes me smile. Food’s like that for me- I just like knowing what you love- and then trying it for myself. What’s your favorite dish that brings a smile to your face?

Corner view is a weekly Wednesday date hosted originally hosted by Jane, currently by Francesca. A topic is given and you can see impressions; be it in photographic or poetic in form from around the world: Jane, Dana, Bonny, Joyce, Ian, Francesca, Theresa, Cate, Kasia, Otli, Trinsch, Isabelle, Janis, Kari, jgy, Lise, Dorte, McGillicutty, Sunnymama, Ibb, Kelleyn, Ninja, Sky, RosaMaria, Juniper, Valerie, Sammi, Cole, Don, WanderChow, FlowTops, Tania, Tzivia, Kristin, Laura, Guusje, Susanna, Juana, Elsa, Nadine

Quailday: Make some noise!

 

She’s working on it. I swear she’s gotta be about the only kid in the history of this planet whose parents voluntarily hand her a horn multiple times a day and crow, “More! Louder! Again!” and clap and hug and dance around their child’s joyful noise. You may remember a couple of months ago, when I posted the last update on how the Quail is doing developmentally. The illustrious vocal guru, Sara Rosenfeld Johnson had declared that the Quail had strengthened up 3 of the 4 necessary componants for speech but was sorely lacking in one main area- volitional airflow. Those that see the Quail regularly would probably beg to differ. She’s not quiet. No ma’am. But the sounds she routinely vocalizes are sounds that she can open her mouth and let fly. When she has to manipulate the muscles in her mouth in a specific pattern AND force air out on purpose- we’re met with a quiet bird. This has become even more apparant as we try to track the actual words she routinely says clearly. A year ago I had made this list and when I shared it with Sara she was pretty concerned at the exponential rate that her signing was outpacing her saying. We had worked hard and her strength was now good. It’s that darn volitional airflow. What is volitional airflow? The simplest example is this, bubbles. Can you blow them? Either chewing gum or soap bubbles? The Quail can’t. On an everyday example, what this means for her is that when she is able to actually speak a word clearly and work through the difficulty of motor planning by trying again and again, it comes out in a whisper. A tiny, tiny breath of a word. You have to be holding her and listening for it or you would miss it.

So to help with this we look for fun activities that she has to learn to blow to do. Things where she has to round her lips and that she’ll then get a response with her tiny, soft breath. A few weeks ago she managed to make a few bubbles. We learned that the smaller wand openings are easier because they require less air for the bubble to form. Right now, it’s on accident that the bubble forms. It’s on her exhale if the wand is still there that a tiny little pearl of air will deligtedly make it’s way in front of her.

And now this horn you see above. It’s a pre-heirarchy horn. It takes very little air to make a toot. Which shows what a challenge this is for our girl. Even the soft exhale isn’t enough to make a sound. But in the last two weeks, she’s gotten it, this tiny, soft TWEET! when she’s super excited and riled up and we hand her the horn. It’s not the order we were supposed to go in. We followed the packet directions and got stuck for weeks on getting a specific “heh” sound out of her. She says the word, but doesn’t breathe it. So we backed up and clapped and cheered when the “heh” sound naturally came out during her bounce-tastic Rody rides. And just started handing her the horn whenever she was riled up.

Tweet-Tweet!!!!! It’s a birthday party daily here folks! Bring your party horn and join in!