Thursday, May 30, 2013

A Little Dash of This and That

Today! Today is the first day of summer!
At least, it is for me, as my LittleMan finished first grade yesterday.

First off, the first lesson of summer is:
Every day may not be fun, but every day can be good.
And really, every day can probably be a little fun.

It's interesting- LM goes to a very high ranked school, and for that I am thankful. It does, though, seem to lack a little soul, a little of the playfulness that makes school fun. There were no ceremonies, no awards to end the year, so it just seemed to fizzle out into summer. And BAM, here it is. Two kids and me, looking at each other in wonder.

This is the first summer that I have been home with my little people. I'm blessed to have a part-time job which I do primarily from home, though I must say that it's difficult to juggle it. I am going to be paying my LM to help evry day with his baby sister. He is a great help, fetching me items and entertaining her when I am on a business call. And she adores him. What I love about LM is he didn't ask for the money- didn't even occur to him. I told him I would give him $1.00 for every day that he helps, and that we would open a savings account for him to put it in. He's so easy going about it, and just does it because it's the right thing to do and he sincerely loves his little sister. Man, I love those kids.

I'm mostly content right now just waiting to see what cards are going to fall on the table in terms of hubby's job (it helps that he has an offer) and where we will be living. Time is marching on quickly, though, and by this time next month we either need to commit to another year on the current lease, or find somewhere else to move. Ah, the "M" word.

I haven't written much lately, and what I have written I haven't chosen to publish. But tonight it's quiet. Little Man is sitting with me at the kitchen table, writing in his own journal and looking at his yearbook, which was shockingly expensive for a little paper elementary view book. But it bothers me that we keep moving and that my son keeps starting over, so I wanted him to have the book in case we do it all again.

I have a little container garden going. In theory, I love gardening, but I don't have much of a green thumb. I look up ideas and try to coax the little greens along, but it's often a wildly unsuccessful endeavor.

Despite that, I had fun trying to play with ingredients tonight. We had brown rice, topped with a really tasty sauce that included:
green onions
basil (garden bounty!)
parsley (garden bounty!)
raw almonds
curry powder
greek yogurt

I didn't take pics, and this is as close as I am getting to a recipe, but it was very, very tasty.

And I must say- I'm loving Cabot Greek Yogurt. I've had a lot of brands and I think hubby bought this on sale, and it's just so thick and versatile. LM was craving dessert, so I have some of the yogurt mixed with a little mashed banana, cinnamon, and a touch of vanilla and honey. It's chilling in the freezer and about to make a debut.

So this is me, breaking my quiet spell and launching the Summer of Mommy.

1 comment:

  1. Summer of Mommy sounds nice. I always feel like my time with my son is stolen - hours I should be working or at work during the summer. Vacation time is almost non-existent because I take that time when he's sick or has a field trip or teacher planning day. Now my vacation also includes babysitting my MIL when it's our turn in the rotation.

    I hope the offer comes through. I know you are so tired of moving that the very thought likely makes you want to weep. I also hope you're not going to go too far if the offer happens. Even though I haven't been to visit you yet, I'm happier just knowing you're just a few hours away.

    Tonight, as I watched my son "graduate" 8th grade, I saw two teachers who are obviously buddies on stage. One is leaving to pursue her master's degree. I remembered thinking, "I believe she is the manatee to the other teacher's me." Something about the way they were was so US.

    Good to hear from you again, my friend.