I love that the girls watch shows named Claude the Little White Bear (of course, Claude has an English accent) or Guess with Jess (a little cat who looks remarkably like Lucy), Kipper (a dog with an English accent), Caillou (who comes from Quebec) and Busytown (filled with a chain of animals who would hunt and kill each other in the real world). They are such innocent shows filled with simple messages and I love the way their focus is taken off me giving me time to make dinner or get domestic chores done. They watch these shows on our laptop as we do not currently have a TV in our home so mostly they sit next to each other at the dining room table taking in the magic of technology. I already feel myself missing these days.
Every time Emma hears the first few beats to the theme song she gets excited and screams at the top of her little voice. She is trying to sing along. Funny thing is that Elizabeth did the same thing when she was the same age. They both adore the Backyardigans and so do Matt and me. It is such a fun show with little educational value but loads of singing and dancing.
THE KIDS ARE HIP:
- I Get Around
- Help Me Rhonda
- God Only Knows
- Sloop John B
- Good Vibrations
- Wouldn’t It Be Nice
- Don’t Worry Baby
- Surfin’ USA
Over the Rainbow
“Well, bust my buttons!” ~ Doorman of the Emerald City
I suspect that Elizabeth watched the Wizard of Oz around 50 times through the months of July and Aug at the farm. The funny thing is that Matt and I have always said that there is no tv at the farm even though a small one sits in the living room with a VHS/DVD player. We have always wanted her to be “disconnected” from needing technology in the country just like we were raised. But this summer Matt and I found ourselves encouraging the use of the TV. Certain times of day proved useful; ie/ sleeping guests, meal times or projects we needed time to complete. TV, or more accurately, the Wizard of Oz became a part-time babysitter. She discovered the Wizard of Oz at the end of June and nothing else was of interest to her afterward. Every friend, cousin, aunt, uncle or grandparent who rolled through the farm this summer found themselves following the yellow brick road. This amused me because most children Ellie’s age (and admittedly one of her 10 year old male cousins) are somewhat, if not a lot, fearful of this film. However, no matter the age, Ellie seemed to take them along on the journey with Dorothy and Toto and this morning at breakfast she told me that she wanted to be the “Mean Witch” for Hallowe ‘en. I’ll get started on that, Elizabeth!
Ellie – vis
I believe we may have the only 2 year old with an Elvis bust in her room. Both Grandma and Dadda are Elvis fans so Ellie always enjoys her “Rock ‘N’ Roll.” At a recent street festival, Ellie spotted Silver Elvis before anyone else and needed to “touch him.”
Barley for Breakfast!!
I am breastfeeding my daughter, Ellie, so I need to be extremely careful with my diet. In order to provide her with all the nutrients she needs while sustaining myself has proved a challenge to my former pattern. I no longer binge on chocolate and sweets. My cravings for sugar have mostly subsided. Instead, I am eating foods that are healthy and filling. My current favourite breakfast is the following Barley mix. Both satisfying and delicious!
Prepare Pot Barley as you would rice. I use 1/2 cup barley to 3/4 cup water. Bring to a boil and stir. Reduce to low heat and let simmer for 10 minutes. Add more water if it begins to run dry. Let barley absorb the amount of water suitable to your own taste – from crunchy to mushy.
Add a small handful of each and any of the following: almonds, coconut, raisins, wheat germ, pumpkin, sunflower and sesame seeds. Try bananas, apples, berries or a wonderful peach!
Drizzle with maple syrup or brown sugar if you have a sweet tooth. And of course, the milk of your choosing.
I absolutely loved this novel for several reasons. Besides being a rich story with a wonderful tone, the hook for me was that it is set in the Chatham area where I spent over 2o years visiting my maternal grandmother, Gwen Bradley. She was my everything as a child and each year I would look forward to spending a few weeks with her. The old cottage house sat on two acres of land known as High Banks. Lake Erie spread forever before us as we ate our meals or read books on the screened porch through the summer. This porch and the private beach below were places where I developed my love for books. I remember my mother lying on her beach towel spread carefully on the pebbly sand, reading for hours. I was fascinated by the bookmark she would place inside to hold her spot as she took a break for a swim. I wanted a book thick enough that, I too, could place a bookmark inside when I was interrupted for life’s adventures. From my earliest memories, I loved to read. I was able to read short chapter books that might have required a bookmark, but really, I could have found the last page on my own without one. Finally, on my tenth birthday I did recieve a book worthy of a book mark, Anne of Green Gables. It was given to me by George, who six months later would become my step-father. After all these years, I still maintain fond memories of reading this book both on the beach of Lake Erie and on that screened in porch listening to the water hit the shore well into the evening.