the gourmand

Lucy is quite entranced by real tools--the tape dispenser, the pencil sharpener, and, now, the knives. Occasionally I let her cut things with a paring knife. Very soft things, like bananas and oranges. (Confession: I tried to let her cut a baby carrot, and was white-knuckling it while she very carefully tried to muscle her way through the slices. Surprisingly, three-year-olds do not have the hand strength for vegetables. Who knew?).

So, if you're going to cut a bunch of fruit, what do you make? Fruit salad, of course. The first time we made some, I directed the recipe: your standard bananas, oranges, apples and frozen blueberries.

Today, Lucy took over. And decided that the salad really needed some frozen peas.

A few notes:

1. It makes sense, really. Frozen blueberries: small, round, frozen. Peas: small, round. Also frozen.
2. They look nice in the mix. Very rainbow.
3. Peas: they're a fruit, right? Or are they more of a seed?
4. Lucy happily ate the mix.
5. I gamely tried it. For a moment, I thought, "What if it's a good combination? Who knows?"

However:

6. Not a good combination. Whether they're a fruit or not, they should not be combined with very finely-chopped bananas. Ick.

So what's next? Edamame and mango? Green beans with pear?

the archaeology of Mother Goose

Question: How do we know that Humpty Dumpty was an egg? It says nothing about a shell in the rhyme.

tired tired tired tired tired

I'm tired.

Today I'm am functional-tired, which is good. Better than the non-functioning tired of the weekend. But I do notice a lot more bumping into things, trouble forming coherent sentences, and general confusion. This morning I felt pretty good, but I still couldn't answer simple questions.

It's funny how quickly one goes from getting decent rest to, well, not. A few weeks ago, I was actually exercising after the kids went to bed.

Oh, those were the days.

A few more hours of rest last night made me feel human again, and a lot more optimistic about getting through the rest of this 3-month-old thing. My children, they do not sleep well at 3-4 months. So onward to the phases of infantdom I like better!

I had planned on being witty or at least specific with the imagery and concrete examples for this post, but instead, I am tired.

It will have to do.