Happy Fourth of July! I didn't get any good pictures, but here are a few not-so-good ones.

Draw a giraffe.

Guys. You need to draw a picture of a giraffe and send it to this guy.

Rrreeeeeeeadddddddinnnnngggg

Dutch is signed up for the Multnomah County Library's awesome Summer Reading Program, so she has a little booklet with a path of steps to prizes. I told her that she could earn a step each day for her regular dose of being read to, and she could earn a step for each book she read herself (with support). This proved to be serious motivation, and she's been struggling through a book a day for three days.

Dude. Reading is HARD. You've probably forgotten this; I certainly had.

This is a video I made tonight of Dutch reading Bark, George.* It captures a lot of my experience of Dutch-learning-to-read. It's a slog. The film includes lots of guessing, several painful freak-outs, much looking at me to try to get me to solve her problems, some complete failures to understand the whole sentence, excruciatingly (for me) extended episodes of wrestling with a word she just read on the preceding page, and a few moments of delighted recognition. My favorite thing about watching her do this very hard job of work is that it's intensely physical. She braces herself, repositions the book, puts her feet on it, sprawls on the floor in front of it, leans on it, writhes around in agony, and so on.

Anyway, it's kind of funny and painful and intimate watching any one of these clips briefly. I have posted them all for the sake of anybody who's interested in getting about half of the book experience, which I think went on for about nine hours (notice that it gets darker and darker outside in the clips as we trudge onward). You are very brave. Almost as brave as my daughter, who is tackling a language that gives us such delights as the evil "gh", with which we struggled yesterday:

• laugh
• slaughter
• daughter
• dough
• slough

See? Aren't you glad you already know how to read?

*A really excellent book.

More updates (mind the gap)

1) I'm still unemployed (I had an interview a week ago, but didn't get the job), and trying not to freak out.

2) Dutch lost another tooth yesterday.

Unfortunately, The Tooth Fairy didn't come last night. Many tears were shed this morning, but Dutch has her fingers crossed that the TF will come tonight.

3) Skipper has entered into the full flowering of her toddlerhood. This entails serious tantrums. She is even less patient than her sister, we believe, and her sister has been throwing whizbang tantrums for nearly five years now. Today she threw a conniption fit because I wouldn't let her fling her water glass on the floor, and she tried to kill me and threw stuff and so on. Cook and I stood there watching her writhe and shriek on the kitchen floor, and he looked at me mournfully and said "How are we going to get through the next few years?" We shall see.
4) Skipper had a nasty skin reaction to a bandaid a few weeks ago. What's up with that? Is it the adhesive or the latex?

5) That's all.

Updates

1) It's summer! The weather got all sunshiny and hot while we were gone, and the daycare summer session began, so the kids are going on field trips and playing in the sprinkler and coming home covered in grime, sweat, and sunscreen.

2) We've been plucking teeny tiny cactus spines out of Skipper every night after she falls asleep. It's a slow process, involving just three or four stickers per session.

3) Today I suggested to Dutch that we spend some time in the garden this weekend weeding and harvesting peas, and she said "Yes, that's on my schedule." "You have a schedule?" I asked, and she said "Well, my MENTAL schedule." Look out, Google Calendar!

Glochidae

While we were in Los Angeles, Skipper picked up a fruit from the ground. Unfortunately, it was a cactus fruit and she got herself stuck full of teeny tiny little spines. She refused to allow us to pull out very many of these spines,* and she didn't seem too bothered by them, so I decided to be calm about it and just let her body push them out like splinters. It was very hot in our upstairs living quarters when we got home yesterday, so we stripped Skipper down to her skin, and were slightly horrified to discover that her torso was speckled with little red spots, many with the tiny spines still sticking out of them, so holding her was a slightly prickly experience.

I just looked it up and discovered that no, they are not easily expelled like splinters, but can remain stuck in your skin for a really long time. They have barbs, you see, unlike splinters. Also, they get infected. Also, I discovered last night as I folded the washed and dried clothes that she was wearing when she picked up the cactus that the spines do not get destroyed or washed out in the laundering process, but remain in the clothing.

Parenting is so educational. I'm not sure what my next step should be in addressing the problem, but I'm pretty sure that Skipper will not enjoy it.


*Though Cook and I managed to get a bunch of them into our own hands, clothes, and torsos while we were trying to get them out of her.

We're back!

We went to Los Angeles for a few days.

It turns out that the photos we took have a few themes.
Theme One: Me, being maternal. (Also, wearing funny hats.)


























Sort of. This is me laughing at Skipper as she tried to walk in sand.*






































Theme Two: Dutch and Skipper throwing sleep-deprivation-related fits.

































































There is some photographic evidence of waking happiness, too.


























The problem is that those moments tend to be very fast-moving, and are difficult to photograph.













One of these days I'll catch up with myself, and start writing a little more. But not today.

*No, it's very sweet of you to think I'm laughing WITH her, but I really was laughing AT her. It was pretty funny.

Food Skipper likes this week

White bread*
Pepperoni pizza
Cheeseburger**
Strawberries***

She also accepted two soybeans at lunch, and then asked to have her teeth brushed about 45 minutes later, and opened her mouth to reveal the two soybeans, slightly macerated but mostly intact.

What was Dutch eating around this age? Oh, you know. Beets. Kale. Tahini. Millet. That sort of thing.

*Actually anything with processed white flour in it. You'd think whole grains were poisonous.
**From Burgerville, not virtuously homemade from happy cows.
*** Strawberries are only acceptable if eaten while I'm holding her, standing by the sink. Otherwise, they're disgusting. You actually eat those things?

Stuff I Like This Week

• Baking: From My Home to Yours* - I got this as a graduation present, and have already made three recipes.
• Brown sugar! See above.
  
• These shorts, which make Dutch look like a demented pirate, in a good way.
• Summer Reading at the library.
• My new wallet. See, it's a GOOD thing, losing your crappy old wallet.

But what I really like this week is the daycare where Dutch and Skipper both go. This week was "Staff Appreciation Week" and I was reminded how much I DO appreciate the staff there. Dutch has been fortunate this year to have two teachers whom I think are really gifted. I have never really clicked with either of them, personally, but I have been really impressed with their teaching. They seem to truly enjoy the company of the kids, and they work with them in a way that amazes me. The kids are interested in paleontology? Field trip to the science museum to see the T Rex!** The kids are interested in building things? Set up a workshop corner and have the kids build a shrinking machine! The kids enjoy singing? Have karaoke sessions at lunch! Dutch is sobbing desperately because she forgot it was Costume Day and has no costume? No problem! Wrap a headband in cloth and tape on some ears, find a feather boa, and pin it to her shirt for a tail!

Skipper's teachers aren't so obviously super- great, but they are consistent and warm, and that's pretty darn great. Yesterday when I picked her up, we ran into one of her teachers in the hall, and Skipper ran to her, beaming, and embraced her knees. I don't need any more endorsement than that.

*Thanks, Big Cooks!
** I'm extra impressed because the thought of taking a gang of four and five-year-olds out in public (on public transportation, no less) makes my knees quiver. I met up with the class on a field trip in the fall, and I told the lead teacher I was amazed by her ability to cope with chaos. She looked at me in puzzlement. "This isn't chaotic," she said.

Hoods

I had my hooding ceremony yesterday.*



















Dutch attended, dressed as a cat. (I'm holding her tail in this picture.) Also, Cook was there, and my lovely aunt, uncle, cousin, and fetal first cousin once removed (or whatever), all of whom trekked in from various remote Oregon locations for the occasion. Skipper stayed at daycare, because we were pretty sure that she and the ceremony would both be better off without eachother.

Anyway, I'm officially done. I'm pretty happy about that, but also feeling a little adrift, and a lot tired. Last night, I went to bed at 9. Today, I have no homework.

Here's a conversation I had with Dutch last night.

Me: Honey, could you please stop talking for three minutes? I have a really bad headache, and I need a break.
Dutch: You have a really bad headache?
M: Yes.
D: It's really bad?
M: Yes.
(Pause while Dutch thinks this over and I suffer.)
D: How do you KNOW it's a really bad headache?
M: I can't believe you just asked me that. Now I have to beat you to death with a hammer and bury you in the back yard.**

I think the world of science is just waiting for this kid to grow up - relentless, skeptical, curious, RELENTLESS.

*Thankfully, only a few people actually got hooded (you have to get a PhD for that sort of individual service), so we were able to move through the ceremony fairly briskly.
**I didn't really say that. Not exactly.

You can call me Master.

I'm done! If I didn't fail that last final,* I have now fulfilled all my requirements to be a Master of Urban and Regional Planning. I am a MURP.**

So who wants to give me a job? You? No? How about you?

What are you waiting for! I'm a MURP!!!!



*I probably didn't. Though I did choose to spend yesterday evening not studying for the exam. I chose instead to bake cookies for today's potluck at Dutch's "graduation" ceremony. Priorities, you see. Priorities.

** This is not a degree that people usually put proudly at the end of their names, like PhD. I don't think it's because they're not proud of the degree, it's just because of the ignominy of the acronym.