Flamly in Flight

Sometimes the travel itself is the best part of the trip.

Super G on the GO

Super G on the GO

Practice measuring -in inches & cm- on the flight  (aka:  Thank you Activity Bag!):

In flight dimensions

In flight dimensions

The Angel in the seat behind me, sharing her pretzels:

"Want some Mom?"

“Want some Mom?”

There is now an electronic “Tablet” in our midst, so -among other things- the kids are now taking some photos themselves.

"Cheese!"

“Airplane Cheese!”

Double Airplane Cheese

Double Airplane Cheese

Mom

Airplane Mom

Dad

Airplane Dad

"Comedy"

“Comedy”

"Tragedy"

“Tragedy”

And finally, 17 seconds of Super G in Motion [click to play, 17 seconds]: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=un3lubW-5C4

Life with kids.  Forever these priceless, otherwise mundane moments.  I simply capture -randomly- what I can.  Sacred in the Mundane!  Every day.  Amen.

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Brooklyn Tree

While in Brooklyn last weekend, we found these street trees cared for by some local Montessori kids.  We just loved it.

This one was named "Blueberry."

This one was named “Blueberry.”

It’s still a thrill on a daily basis to witness Gavin read ANYTHING.

How awesome is that?

How awesome is that?

So obvious right?  But don’t we honestly take trees for granted every moment of every day?

This post is for you Gavin!

This post is for you Gavin!

Love you, Boy.

 

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What A Man

Dear Hubsend (yes, that’s how we say it in our *Flamly*), aka: DLove:

Although I try to tell you all the time, I want you to know how I thrill to the life and love our children are having -every day- under the attention of your doting hands, and heart. The dedication with which you go through ALL the paces, every day, is staggering. You liberate me to pursue a ceaselessly engaging and demanding career, and bestow upon me the honor to do so for our family (flamly). Although I miss you all so often, I’m ALWAYS secure in the knowledge our kids are cared for at a level beyond any kids I have ever known! The gift is profound. You are amazing. I can’t describe it. I hope this video tribute to you, DLove, sheds some light on the true daily drudge yet divine dance you perform, day in and day out. I hope you are as proud of yourself as I am of you for this. Fatherhood; you define it! I love you and I thank you. Our family is indebted to you.

Meanwhile, I’m looking forward to a wonderful day with you -and the kids today- as every day.  And with special New York Loved Ones to boot.  HAPPY FATHER’S DAY!!!

Love,
Tender Clown Wife

Daddy Love 2014 [click to play, 6 mins & 48 secs]: http://youtu.be/0MPXjHGfLFI

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PS: Here you are this very Father’s Day, doin’ your thang.  LOVE!

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY!

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!  (Brooklyn Style)

Brooklyn Style Road-Food Breafast in Bed

Dalia & Eddie's Wedding

@ Dalia & Eddie’s Wedding

 

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Everything.

If I could, I would (blog about…)

1) And He’s a Montessori Boy  [Th May 29th]:  Gavin shows me the Six-Bead Cubing Chain at his school’s Curriculum Morning.  Did you know that 6 cubed is 216?  Just off the top of your head like that?  And can you visualize what it looks like?  Now I can, thanks to this Kindergarten-level Montessori math material!

2) California Mom in a Colonial Town [Tues June 3rd]:   Gavin and I unexpectedly explore the Charlestown Naval Yard, the USS Constitution Visitor’s Center and downright absolutely fabulous upstanding Museum!  (Whilst Gavin also systematically devours the entire contents of a magically appearing office fruit bowl.)

3) Farewell and Godspeed, George H. Breed  [Wed June 4th]: 

4) Watermelon [Wed June 4th]

5) “Plans are nothing; planning is everything.”  ~Dwight D. Eisenhower

6)  Spring Clean Overhaul

7)  Planning Summer Plans

8)  Gigs

9) Indie Film Project

#Life is good there’s just so much of it!

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For She’s a Montessori Baby

This morning was orientation for ClaraJane at her Big Brother’s School!   She will be starting as a three year-old in the fall.

Examining Materials

Examining Materials

Not that she doesn’t already romp around the school as if she owns the place on a regular basis.  As one mom put it, “ClaraJane probably attends more meetings than most parents!”   In fact, here she is in the school NEWSLETTER a couple weeks back.

O wait, make that the front center of the school WEBSITE this week.  Just found this  article online.   Ha ha!

Anyway, here she is sorting and placing beans in porcelain bowls today:

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Exploring Montessori Children’s House Materials

At this point a teacher gently escorted ClaraJane with this activity on the tray to a small work table to continue (as opposed to doing the work right there in situ on the shelf).  This process of CHOOSING and carefully CARRYING your work to a WORK AREA to CONCENTRATE are just some of the hugely integral concepts in the Montessori style of learning.  The environment is prepared -all scaled down to their size- so they can instinctively do exactly that.  Guidance is provided in whatever area they express interest.  It is all child-directed learning.  No sitting at desks getting instructed by the teacher at the chalk board.  I could go on and on.  It’s VERY unusual to those of us from more traditional education backgrounds.  Like, it’s so logical that to the untrained eye the learning almost seems invisible.

Yet, proof be in the pudding after only two years in this program, our KINDERGARDEN boy is reading at a 3rd (sometimes 4th) grade level; does lots of math including addition, subtraction, division, word problems, counting by 5’s, 10’s, 100’s, 1000’s, etc.  He is also grasping large numbers (million, billion…), that EVERYTHING in the universe is made of atoms, and what infinity means.  (Right; huh?)  Hopefully he will also start grasping the importance of following through on his work, the accountability for which the Montessori approach has been eluding me lately.

But I digress!  I meant this post to be about how cute and wonderful it was to finally see ClaraJane operating herself INSIDE a classroom, after all the romping through every OTHER space around campus.  Here she is, exploring the pouring and serving of tea, including the wiping of ‘pills with a ‘ponge:

Tea with Daddy

Tea with Daddy

(This is an example of the curriculum for “Practical Life.”  What a concept!)

To complete the exorcism of bragging rights, our Tobin Montessori is a real, live, PUBLIC Montessori School.  Not only affiliated, tbut he Children’s House (for 3-6 year olds) was just reviewed and ACCREDITED by the immaculately persnickety higher-ups from AMS; the association in charge of overseeing the standards of all Montessori schools.  And we gained access to this education by virtue of our tax dollars in our dear People’s Republic of Cambridge and,  notably, by profound LUCK in the school lottery.

Alternatively, there is always the other Montessori program in town, Cambridge Montessori;  yours for a trifling $24,000/year/child.  (Ahem, sputter, cough.)  There are also other GREAT elementary schools in Cambridge.  Many of them were just ranked  in the Top 15 State-Wide this year.  Yet alas, they all start at Kindergarden (and some Pre-K I think).

As I said to my husband leaving this morning’s orientation, cloaked in humbling, exhilarating gratitude; “Can you imagine keeping ClaraJane in daycare for two more years waiting for Kindergarden?”

“Uh… NO,” he said.

Yeah, no.  She may be “two,” but she is READY for “Tobin ‘Cool.”  Just ask her!

"Running through the Meadow"

“Running through the meadow”

If you can catch her…

...

(o:

 

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He Loves Soldiers

In honor of Memorial Day, Gavin wrote this:

Happy Memorial Day Weekend

Then he turned it into a Memorial Day “Book”:

Gavin's Memorial Day Book

Gavin’s Memorial Day Book

Gavin’s M D Book   I want to be a soldier.   Wars are cool.   I love soldiers.   Happy Memorial Day Weekend

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OK, let us pause here for a moment so my mom -our beloved Bubble Wow- can collect herself off the floor.  To be sure, in her weekly adventures with Gavin and cousin Miles, she is steadfast in her commitment to temper their DNA-inflicted, dizzying infatuation with GUNS and all things BATTLE-related with the REALITY of War; that -among other things- it is often an exercise dreamt up by men in power to send boys off to get killed, and there is NOTHING GLAMOROUS ABOUT IT.

Yet boys will be boys.  What could I do but answer with my own “book”:

Wars are NOT COOL

No, wars are NOT COOL

         Memorial Day Book by Mom    I appreciate soldiers, yet…   I’m sad about all the kids who are sent away to fight and die.   I’m mad at greedy men who start (unnecessary) wars.    I’m sorry for the mothers who lose their sons.   I hope humans will learn to live in peace, with NO wars.    The end.

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Daddy & ClaraJane also got into the act:

Memorial Day Books

Memorial Day “Books”

And then Gavin wrote this:

The Book of Love + Peac

The BOOk OF Love + Peac

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Peace is a Flower

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Love is wenn you smile

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If you bump in to someone hlep him up

If not a soldier, it looks like my son could have a future in politics.  *sigh*

No it isn't.

(Genuine “Another Mother for Peace” Vietnam-Era necklace from my Mom) 

Thank you

And to the living ones.

Happy Memorial Day!

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El Rancho con Familia

If you happen to own a hammock, it can be a very useful thing to have relatives with trees in the country from which to hang it.

trees

It’s Hammock Time

Once you are enjoying said hammock, be prepared for company.

Here she comes

Here she comes

That’s better.

That's better.

Wait, what’s that behind us?

More company!

There.

Ah.

Sweet, sweet solitude.

A special solitude

Flamly style.

When in the country, you must also be careful of wildlife.

Bear?

Bear?

Wild fire.

Eh, eh, fire.

Yeah baby

Flammable debris.

That's my baby.

That’s my baby

Sizzling, opulent feasts.

That's my Manmeat.

That’s my Manmeat

Overcrowding.

Stack o' Cousins

Cousin Stack

And men from Brooklyn wielding chain saws.  [Click to play; 29 seconds]:

Lastly, if you are very lucky, you might spy rare and precious sightings.

<3

Snuggling Cousins

And afterwards, you might want to ask yourself…

Was it all a dream?

Was it a dream?

Better just not ask.   (o:

 

 

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Abducted Nigerian School Girls

Disclaimer:  Huge digression from the usual focus of this usually otherwise fun blog.  Sorry!

After being asked online (by “Bennet for Colorado”) to weigh in on the upcoming Supreme Court ruling on whether to allow employers to restrict their female employees’ access to birth control, I just wrote this (and naturally had to share, lucky you):

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I am a mother. Being so is both the greatest and most challenging job I’ve ever had. It is also the single greatest impediment that women face, when their babies are born, to participation in the WORK force. I am blessed to provide for my family by virtue of the career I was able to cultivate over the 15 years BEFORE giving birth.  To suggest that I should have remained sexually inactive until my mid-thirties is nothing less than archaic, absurd, unrealistic and moreover, MISOGYNISTIC.  Sadly, some parts of our culture will still point to the moral depravity of sexually active women, while never to that of men.  All the same, to have deprived me of access to basic health care such as birth control would have burdened me with the health care issue of PREGNANCY and then saddled me with children before I was capable of serving as a productive member of society.  We would likely have lived in poverty and been dependents of the state, like so many young single mothers around the world today.

To the same point, the recent abduction of school girls in Nigeria is the perfect way to ensure social and economic inequity in that country.  As we read these very words, they are being raped, impregnated and sold; for more rape and future impregnations. To believe otherwise is purely naive.  Keeping these girls from their educations and future productivity but instead saddling them with REPRODUCTIVITY… is simply a more direct -if barbaric- way of achieving the same thing as blocking access to contraception in this so called “developed” country.   Therein lies the moral depravity.  Thank you.

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So there I said it.  AND shared it.  It feels extreme to say… but oppression of women is oppression of women, and what greater method than stripping freedom by imposed pregnancy??

Back to bunnies, bouncing big babies and birthdays soon… I swear.

 

 

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Easter 2014

April 20th 2014

(It’s 2017 as I retrieve this from the distant-not-so-distant past… my own personal time travel machine!   All part of “The Warehouse” master plan, mwuah-ha-ha.)

CIRCUSKITCHEN EASTER 2014 [2:15]:

 


 

 

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Boingy boing.  ♥

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Bunny Diaries: S.O.S. Wiggles in Trouble!

For you baby bunny fans, please forgive me for the absence of posts about Wiggles in the last month.  Basic Update:  Wiggles thrived and grew and -like Pinoccio or the Velveteen Rabbit- turned into a REAL BUNNY!  He/she bonded with the other bunnies, made herself right at home in our family and has brought basically measureless pleasure to everyone who meets her.

Three Chillin' Buns

Three Chillin’ Buns

Wiggles Makes a Good Bunny Pillow

Nice Pillow, Nutter!

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Read My Lips

Totes adorbs, right?  She even has the ability to make my KIDS get along:

Six Cute Things

Six Cute Things

Yep, that’s SIX.  And yes, that is a *cat* in the attic of the Bun House.  (A 3-Story Hop-Up, to be exact.  Ba dum ch.)  We kept Wiggles in a little cage for safety at first, then only at night.  The cats continued to pose zero threat to the bunnies and we eventually removed the cage altogether as Wiggs became a full-fledged free-range bunny like her mom and auntie.  Peter Parker liked to mix it up sometimes, as seen in this VIDEO:

[Click to Play Ornery Cat, 28 seconds]:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kmEYKHif3sE

And Flash Cat couldn’t seem to care less.  BUT (you knew this was coming)… recently Peter Parker has taken a shine to Wiggles… as in  his new favorite TOY.  We finally caught on to the fact that when we weren’t looking, Mr. Parker would sometimes just grab Wiggles out of the Bun House -by the scruff of his back- and jump down to the floor with him to play.  This explains why we sometimes discover Wiggles missing from the Bun House and invariably find her under the safety of our bed.   We were watching the situation, Wiggles wasn’t getting hurt and it only happened a few times, so it was kind of acceptable.  Until (and you knew this was coming) YESTERDAY.  Paul came home and found Wiggles under our bed alright… but she wasn’t alright.  By the time I came home I found her simply NOT acting herself.  Instead of bright, bouncy and cheerful (she’s always so friendly and outgoing) she was subdued.  Also, her hind legs were SOAKED.  I literally thought the cats must have dragged her through their water dish or something.  Not so.

Say it isn't so.

Not so.

Turns out she was hemorrhaging a clear fluid out her bottom.  A LOT.  Obviously an internal trauma.  I immediately started her on some Pedialyte from a syringe.  At first she was still walking around and hopping a little, but she just kept fading.  I added some honey to the formula and nursed her until midnight.  By this morning at 6:30am she was pretty listless.  I kept at it throughout the morning and she would perk up a bit intermittently.  Sometimes flopping over in defeat, sometimes sitting back up and organizing herself, lifting her head and poking about like a Real Bunny.  Hubby & I even had a therapy appointment already scheduled before the vet appointment, so I was crying and feeding Wiggles from a syringe in our session.  (I’m sure our therapist was impressed. Ha.)

Dr. Vet conferred that stress is VERY hard on bunnies, and can definitely be their undoing.  (Unfortunately I have experience with this in the past.)  He agreed upon no radical (expensive, rather pointless) interventions.  He said the leaking fluid is probably from her intestines. (?)  They injected her with 12cc of vitamin B saline:

Wiggles @ the Vet's Office

Wiggles @ the Vet’s Office

We were given an anti-inflammatory med for her bowels, and a prescription recipe for  “BUNNY POWER SHAKE!” to help get her strength back, which of course I promptly set about to make.

Recipie Ingredients

Bunny Power Shake Ingredients

Crazy right?  Possible.  That a tiny rodent-like creature can worm its way into your heart and occupy a prominent place in your family -in under seven weeks is…  just how life IS.  We are all on this planet, spinning around its axis; whirling around the sun; careening through outer space; which is… ??  So, the relative insignificance of this bunny’s life compared to mine is… at the end of the cosmic day… insignificant.  We get smooshed together in this brief life randomly, and we do our best for those to whom we are accountable.  That’s pretty much it.  Simple I guess.

pellets, metamucil, yogurt, pumpkin, pineapple, Ensure

pellets, Metamucil, yogurt, canned pumpkin, pineapple juice, Ensure, Pedialyte and baby carrots…

“Are you gonna kill that bunny with that awful concoction?” my mom sardonically jests.  “Maybe!” I say, knowing from experience there are no guarantees here.  I’m just so thankful the vet gave me something to DO.  For my bunny.

So, to all you fans of Wiggles (and I know you’re out there because you have so sweetly let me know), we are officially IN the woods.  Thanks in advance for your prayers.  I’m sorry we screwed up and allowed her to fall in harm’s way.  And I’m sorry I left you out over the last month or so of sheer joy she’s been bringing us.  (Stupid me trying to put my attention on my KIDS and stuff like that.) Either way I will be showing you the good stuff no matter what.

Like this for example:  [Click to play, Yoo Adorabo, 31 seconds]:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BIGRKh66Ey8

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