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Hiking at Hoyt Arboretum

We had a fun Sunday morning hike at Hoyt Arboretum! We stopped for breakfast at Kormblatt’s Deli on NW 23rd (YUM), and then drove up to Washington Park to the arboretum. It was overcast, but the sun peeked through a few times. We more or less did a one-mile loop, and the kids only declared that they were tired and likely to die a few times. Maybe with increased exposure to hiking — by the end of summer maybe? — we can almost-die at the 2 mile mark. 😉 It was a beautiful hike fearuring lots of interesting trees, including various larches, which are deciduous conifers. Neat, huh?

in the beginning, everyone’s happy
we found a slug
“let’s sit on this stump!!'” – Baxter
goofing with trees
boys
amelia hugs a redwood
then we found a banana slug
that light

Poem: Scold

You did a thing I didn’t like.
I ask you why and tell you how
I’m angry, sad. You nod. Your face
gets pink. Tears well, and roll, and drop.
You ask to change the subject but I keep
talking about it, hoping that
if I repeat myself enough,
next time you’ll make a different choice.
You’re miserable and hot with shame.
I want to stop but, equally,
I want you to think twice — thrice! —
next time, and this is all I know
to do. The shame and tears ring loud
and I don’t know if I’m doing
the right thing here. When do I know —
like, really know — I’m parenting
with wisdom, skill, and grace? Your joy
is not my always-goal. I want
to raise you right. At the same time,
I’m sad when you are sad. I want
to make it better, wipe your tears,
and buy us all an ice cream cone.
The Talk is over. When I ask
if you want a hug, you decline.
In separate corners now, we go
about our days, corrected and
correct. Ten minutes later we
are back to normal: laughing, light.

Pre-breakfast art time

Amelia’s new shirt 

Check out the work of our little designer! Amelia made her first shirt this morning, before 6:30am, using just a small length of fabric, a pair of scissors and some yarn. “I made it short sleeved because today’s going to be a warm day.”

She made armholes by holding the fabric up to her body and estimating where she should cut — which is really hard to get right! The fit on her is pretty amazingly great, considering. Do I need to get this girl into some kind of sewing or fashion design class?

Not a creature was stirring

Isabella’s Dream 

Amelia wrote a story and one of the guides at her school typed it up and printed it out for her. It’s based on this collage. Not sure who made the collage. 

Portrait of a boy who lost his marble

portrait of a boy who lost his marble

Collection


“Mama, I’m going to have a collection. This bottlecap? It’s my collection that I started.” 

Upon further questioning, that one bottlecap is the sum total of this collection; there is no need to collect any additional bottlecaps. 

Baxter in a box 


The kids made a little box fort (complete with chimney) and Baxter was IRATE when he discovered the cat sleeping there this morning. He rattled the box, saying, “It’s not for you!” 

When Spike made his escape, Baxter climbed in (backwards; it’s not even big enough for him to turn around in), and showed me how the intended used for this fort, which is obviously to shelter Baxters, not cats. 

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