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Same recipe, different soup

I’ve just suffered through two school projects (one for each child) that involved–god save me–glitter. Plus glue, posterboard, construction paper, some rudimentary elements of design, and a smattering of factoids gleaned from actual books (!) and that there new-fangled internet thing. For his project, Liam needed black construction paper, which precipitated crisis #1 (there were several): The pieces of black construction paper were not the same shade of black.  How …

Just Dinner (and maybe a fresh start for dessert)

It started with french fries. Caleb asked if we could make purple french fries, like we used to do in New York, with the purple potatoes from the Union Square Farmer’s Market. No purple potatoes here that I can see, but I decided to make french fries anyway, using ordinary Idaho potatoes–from Oman. Miracle of miracles, we were all home tonight–no soccer practice, no meetings, no plans–and so: french fries. …

going on a bear hunt… (and it sucks)

When Liam and Caleb were little, they both loved Going on a Bear Hunt. Remember that? Going on a bear hunt. We’re going to catch a big one. What a beautiful day! We’re not scared! And then there’s the long tall grass to get through, swishy-swashy; and the mud, squelch-squerch…and pretty much every other obstacle known to human kind, each with its own sound effect. And the refrain, of course …

the hard part about learning something new is that you don’t know how to do it

Caleb came home from his third day at his new school and said “look, mommy, I can write my name in Arabic!”  And he did: It occurs to me that he may have actually written “suck it,” and I will never know. But still…he did it in Arabic. Linguists talk about a “critical age” for language acquisition: to become truly fluent in a non-native language, you need to start at …