Tiny Dancer

Warning. Things are about to get mushy. You’ve heard me say this a lot, but my eldest child is a carbon copy of his indulgent father. He looks like him, talks like him, thinks like him. They have similar reactions to things. Neither of them see it, but as someone who loves both of themContinue reading “Tiny Dancer”

My Own Little Tempest in a Teapot

It’s happening again. That dreadful, awful thought happened last week for the first time in months and I feel like I’m back to square one. What thought? you may ask, because you are a thoughtful reader who cares that I sound like I am freaking out and because I am freaking out. ”I’m losing myContinue reading “My Own Little Tempest in a Teapot”

How’s that ambivalence coming along?

I entered parenthood with a great deal of ambivalence. I never was a fan of babies, and I had a love/hate relationship with children. The love part was that I know they are the future: teach them well and bla-bla-bla. The hate part was the irrationality, the ungratefulness, the noise… My only real experience withContinue reading “How’s that ambivalence coming along?”

The Little Scientist Presents

Of my two scalawags, I would be hard pressed to say which one is more into working with wool. Don’t get me wrong, they aren’t running home after school and plunging into it (the way I am, in a desperate attempt to get it all washed before summer hits!) Each one has their own interestContinue reading “The Little Scientist Presents”

Lily, the Little Prince and the Fleece

“The proof that the little prince existed is that he was charming, that he laughed, and that he was looking for a sheep. If anybody wants a sheep, that is a proof that he exists.” Antoine de St Exupéry, The Little Prince Do you remember back in September, when I went on an over-excited rampage aboutContinue reading “Lily, the Little Prince and the Fleece”

The Instrument Carousel

Where I grew up, we had the opportunity to start playing a stringed instrument in fourth grade. Anyone who wanted to play a band instrument had to wait until fifth grade. When I think about it, the fact that in fourth grade, in a public school, we had the opportunity to learn an instrument…it bogglesContinue reading “The Instrument Carousel”

Negotiation

Vacations are never an easy time at Casa Fields. The two week winter break back in February, although punctuated by a brief period of respite for me personally, was overshadowed by an uncomfortable, nagging unpleasant attitude of negotiation. I’m not a haggler. I don’t care about making a deal. The sooner a transaction is overContinue reading “Negotiation”

Joy and the Oddballs

So, we need to recap here for a sec, since I have been a little bit all over the place over the last few days. I’ve been on a warpath lately: I want to start living an exciting life of expectancy and miracles again, the kind my husband and I used to live before weContinue reading “Joy and the Oddballs”

A Sneaky Little Thing Called Joy

Of course, I’m still over here ruminating on the subject of joy. Incidentally, I probably shouldn’t have used the word ruminating in the previous sentence, but it does allow me to show off something interesting I learned about psychology this week: Rumination on meta-thoughts, that is, thoughts about our thoughts is found more frequently inContinue reading “A Sneaky Little Thing Called Joy”

Demolition

There is a building on the road to the scalawag’s school that has been being demolished for the last six months. This has provided endless fascination to us. It’s not a ka-boom type demolition. This is a–maybe 15 story–building, made of concrete with all its rebar and glorious asbestos, being torn down bit by bit.Continue reading “Demolition”