O loves dogs. I think ‘dog’ was his second word, after ‘Papa’.
Archives for 2016
We got a collapsible ping pong table for our big present of the year. The kids are making rapid improvement. Kina sent these advent calendars.
We borrowed Karin and Paul’s small plastic tree. I feel kind of ambivalent about it. We did not always have a tree — so I guess it means less to me than other people. Jacob and kids have been busy making cookies — of the strong ginger variety!! The kids also enjoy lighting the advent candles.
O loves his yogurt! In fact, he loves his food. His favorite is fish, of every sort and dish. He loves fruit and asks for banana, oranges, and apples.
O is now taking a nap a day, in the middle of the day. He goes to bed when we do and wakes up when we do. I appreciate that when he wakes up in the night, he makes soft little sounds like “ahh” and “papa” instead of crying. He loves when I put little bits of food in small containers and then he can open the container, take some, close the lid, and then repeat all over again.
At night sometimes I lay awake and think of the impossible things before me. Last month the thing I was worrying about was how to do this science book that was part of LAST YEAR’s curriculum. Now I had the book, the seeds, — but potting soil? milk jug? Science and I have been enemies since high-school. The idea of doing lengthy experiments with multiple steps scared me. I must have read through that TOPS book four times before starting day came. But, oh, surprise, it’s been SO much fun! Every day there are new baby plants to measure, taste, draw. M planted some flower seeds alongside E’s radishes and they grew double speed. More pictures to follow!
Jacob went pomegranate crazy the other week. And we all joined him. A few years back we flew to the US via Turkey. There, in half-deadened jet-lag zombie world, we drank some fresh squeezed pomegranate juice. Oh my, was it ever good. Never mind that the Hagia Sophia was closed! Then this summer Jacob flew through Turkey again, and he bought himself another pomegranate juice. Firstly, the man selling it tried to cheat him. And secondly, the juice was bitter and almost undrinkable. So the question was — can we make it at home? Yes. Wow was it sweet. Later I added some pomi juice to a banana papaya smoothie and it made it taste like strawberries.
It was a week of parties. First our Thanksgiving party — from 6 pm till 10:30 (phew!). Then our landlady had us over with a incredible assortment of other guests — a friendly voice teacher who serenaded us with the harmonium, a Japanese author who spoke fluent Bangla, a teacher who wowed us with her voice after almost refusing to sing. We had pulao and meat curry and chicken curry and sweet eggplant in yogurt sauce .. . yumm. I am sure they threw no platefuls away! The next night my friend Aru had about thirty people over to celebrate her son’s birthday. My kids were in agonies of delight over all the preparations and decorations for hours before the party even begun. People started to come at sun down (5:30) and were still arriving at 10:30 when we decided to go to bed. So lovely to have such a friendly friend — extrovert friends (L.L!) are the best. I was very grateful that I am a homeschooling mom — after three late nights it’s absolutely fine that school starts up way later the following day!
We have been curious for months after seeing that we can buy Bangladeshi turkey in a local store. We had to try it out. I had never baked a turkey — and we have a tiny oven. But the small turkey fit into our small oven. We had a house full of guests — all who were very excited to try these new and exotic foods!! But as it’s not their taste — I did have to throw platefuls away. Oh well, they felt loved, we felt loved . .. . but I don’t think I’ll serve a special western meal to Bengalis again any time soon. Its just alot easier to make pulao!! It was nice to be busy so I had no time to miss my family in Cedar Grove.