Saturday, March 28, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
I wonder how Ted would tell this story.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Our son has it tough--he's one boy surrounded by three girls, and things in our house are often pink. He seems to take it in stride, though, and can be seen playing house with the girls one minute and shooting with his gun the next minute.
Recently, he's taken quite an interest in caring for Lauren, the Bitty Baby doll Mary Beth inherited from her cousin Sarah, and who is now technically Lucy's. Cory likes to make sure Lauren has pajamas on at night and clothes on in the morning. On Sundays he tries to select church dresses. He has a diaper bag packed for her, and occasionally feeds her various meals. He often brings her in the car with us, but usually we don't allow him to take her in to places--this distressed him quite a bit at the Museum of Science this past February because he wanted to be able to show her all the cool things inside.
He's also not allowed to take her outside to play--she's a very special doll, and we don't want her getting left outside to be lost, or muddied in the ground. And yet, since he truly is a boy through and through, here is another good reason not to let him bring her outside. This is what he did with one of his other babies, Melanie, this past weekend (who he picked to take outside after I told him he wasn't allowed to bring out Lauren).
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
Bedding was next. Surely we don't need flannel sheets anymore--it is the Vernal Equinox, after all. So I stripped everyone's beds and began the arduous task of laundering everything to get put away.
Look at those beautiful flannel sheets, all fresh and clean! Now, off to the newly cleaned closet you go!
Lastly, I pulled out my spring tablecloth--so bright and airy! Makes me smile just to think of it. Flowers for the table are in the near future, for sure.
And here's what happens when Mommy is busy working--Lucy finds ways to entertain herself. First trying on snowbibs.Then getting into the bandaids. Cory's favorite camo bandaids, no less.
Actually, I've been preparing/hoping for spring's arrival for a week or so. Here are some for the garden plants we've started from seeds. The pumpkin seeds were from our pumpkins that Cory grew last summer. In another month and a half (read--forever until it really is warm and springy) we'll be able to transplant these outside.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
Rotten ice is loose term for ice that is melting, disintegrating, or otherwise formed, having water, air or contaminants between ice grains, causing the ice to be honeycombed. It forms on open water, when snow pack and ice are mixed together and other conditions. It may be transparent, causing it to look like new black ice. Though it may appear strong, rotten ice is weak — even several feet thick may not hold a person's weight (although it may hold a dog sled's weight). On land, it is difficult or impossible to climb. It melts more quickly than solid ice. Candle Ice is a form of rotten ice.
I don't think it was rotten in Jan-Feb when we spent all that time on it, but became rotten as the temps stayed closer to 32 degrees in late Feb early Mar.
Regardless - it was cool to crunch up and see the small, pencil-like crystals. We'll have to add all this to next year's Freedom Circle's Home School curriculum.
Thanks Chemist Uncle Ben and MIT Jon.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
sliding down the slice of a giant tree (the kids claimed it was 140 years old--no one counted, though),
Friday, March 13, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
You can just barely see how the pressure of the ice has bowed the frame. I must admit it has held together very well despite the crude construction. The picture doesn't do justice to the amount of bowing on the sides.
At first I was ready to flood the entire area. Just pull the tarp down and let the water find it's way to the sea. I was a bit nervous about flooding the neighbor, but guessed the yard's slant would keep it from being too much trouble. Neighbor (fearful of being flooded) suggested I use a hose to siphon off a majority of the water. I thought it was a good idea. I had often used the same method to get water off our pool cover when I was a kid. I set up the hose to drain into the creek behind our cul-de-sac and then, after a few long draws on the hose the draining began.
My buddy suggests we build a canal/aqueduct kind of thing to help flow the water and keep his shed from flooding. It would speed up the process and allow me to get all this cleaned up on a nice day. By this time I have a large portion of the circle out watching and helping. I decide strike while the iron is hot. Let's do it. First we had to gather enough tarps and lawn furniture to protect the shed area.
I removed some of the higher elevation boards that no longer had water pressing against them to help build the canal.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
I found it very difficult at first. The kids were so young and had such a small attention span. In this age it is all about the basics. No scores kept, no fouls unless it is really blatant, coaches double as refs, defense is man to man and you wear a colored wrist-band to show you who you are supposed to guard (half-court only).
Practices were the most challenging aspect. I was alone (no assistants), the kids all just want to mess around, and there is very little focus from them on getting better. I slowly learned to use basic skill drills, interweave some conditioning to change the pace and then try to reduce the game down to small pieces that they could understand. Work ethic really showed even at this age. Some kids ran laps to perfection, and others just wanted to be in front of their buddy.
I found it difficult to take things down to such a young level. I've played with adults for so long I couldn't get in the groove with the kids who were just learning the basics: what's a throw-in, what do you mean crash the boards, I don't want to throw it to him - he's not my friend.
Monday, March 2, 2009
These poor animals don't have the vast areas of Freedom they used to have. They go out in search of food and suddenly the ice breaks and then they are stuck. Unfortunately, it's not just bears that are experiencing the shrinking habitats.
Those cuddly baby seals suffer from similar troubles. Who would have thought we could not coexist - military families and furry white animals. This little pup must have wandered too far from mommy's watchful eye.I went out with a hockey stick...to you know...club...I mean...help the little guy. We called out for his maternal guardian, and sure enough she soon floated by. Thankfully, the family is back
There was great concern that this was a long term trend. Warming could ruin Freedom Rink forever. Thankfully a good old Nor'Easter storm has fixed all that. Temps below freezing and double digit snow fall has the circle of life back in sync. The kids were out having an old fashioned snowball fight. The rink is covered in snow and needs a few days to get back into a solid state. I think we might get one more good skate out of it. All is right in Freedom Circle.
Any of you PETA lovers out there - No animals were harmed in the making of this Blog.
Next up for Freedom Rink - It's too loud - Lower the Volume!