An active search for better choices.

AN ACTIVE SEARCH FOR BETTER CHOICES

Monday, July 11, 2011

A-Changin'

This has been a scary week.  Let me tell you why.

It began on Friday afternoon, while my hubby was out with his boyfriend on man-date.  I was home with the kids.  We live at the bottom of a very steep hill that has a surprising amount of traffic considering we live on the rural end of the suburbs.  However, our yard is gated, and our yard is big and full of enough exciting things to keep the kids occupied.  Kids need the out of doors, right?

Both the monkeys paraded out the front door.  I checked on them just after that to find them playing in the sand box, taking turns dumping sand into a bucket.  Exciting!  I headed back inside to answer a phone call.

Moments later, thankfully, the hubby came home.  The kids had figured out our increasingly complicated gate latch and were playing in the road.  Freakouts ensued - we had a frank talk with our four year old (the likely Einstein that figured out how to get the rubics cube of a gate latch open) about what happens when little boys play in a busy road.  ("Oh no!!!  Cars will CRASH me?  I could DIE?!?!")  Needless to say, the whole family was pretty upset about it for the rest of the weekend.  The latch on the gate got even more complicated.

Decapitated Coral Snake.

Then my husband found a coral snake in the yard.  As in cousin of the black mamba and cobra, one of the most poisonous snakes in the US coral snake.  He dispatched it quickly, and I did some quick research on it. First, if one of these little bastards bites an adult, they need medical treatment within two hours.  Second, if it bites a toddler, all bets are off.  Third, bites are so rare that antivenom is almost impossible to find (it was discontinued three years ago).

So the urge to move is greater than ever.  We live on a street that has claimed the lives of two of our cats, and nearly took out our children.  We're finding poisonous snakes slithering about.  Exit stage left.

We've been poking at houses in the neighborhood for the last month.  I don't think we're asking for much, but apparently we have to choose between a nice house with a yard the size of a walk-in closet or a great yard attached to house that is dingy and smells suspiciously like prunes and cat pee.  Today's find was an exception.  It's not in our immediate neighborhood, but it's actually on the other side of the giant traffic-causing disaster, walking distance from a new Whole Foods AND a Torchy's AND a P. Terry's AND Max's school, and has highly rated schools all the way up.  And it's cheap.  Surprisingly cheap.  Score.  A disastrous economy has its perks.  Our earnest little realtor that we've somehow inherited is eagerly drafting paperwork.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Crafty-like

About six months ago I got an app on my phone called Skyview, which is just about the coolest app I've downloaded (no hyperbole included).  You hold up your phone to the sky (or anywhere, actually) and it shows the stars, constellations, planets, satellites and comets that should be in that location.  Tapping on any of the stars provides their names.  Tapping on any of the planets shows their trajectory, which you can then tap and determine what time the planet will be at that location on the trajectory.  Seriously, if you're a star gazer, amateur or otherwise, or if you just miss the clear nights in the country when the cloudy haze of the Milky Way is visible, it's pretty awesome.

Why am I telling you all this?  Because it's now Monkey's favorite app, too.  A couple of nights ago, six planets had clustered together in the night sky.  I'm not entirely sure where the little fella got so much information on planets (it hasn't been a unit in school, and the lengthy discussion about chemistry and the solar system hadn't happened yet), but he knew the names of most of the planets, and was pretty thrilled about them.  We decided that this week, now that I've got a stretch of free time, we'd build a mobile of the solar system for his room.

So here's the thing.  There are all kinds of ways to slap a solar system mobile together.  I've seen everything from a giant yellow ball crammed with skewers attached to other balls, innovative little ways to make an overhead light the sun with planets coming off of it with heavy gauge wire, and some that attempt to allow for orbital movement.

But here's the thing.  If we're going to work on a project that deals with planets, is it enough to just talk about distance from the sun and the names/orders of each planet?  Why NOT include the correct orbital paths?  Why NOT include the asteroid and kuiper belts and a comet or two?  It seems like all of the toothpick and styrofoam projects miss a critical point - if a child is interested in something, why NOT teach them everything you can?  Little monkeys are so hungry to know everything and can get so obsessive about a subject, that it seems the opportunity is ripe to really get in up to your waist in the subject.  Immerse the kid in whatever they show genuine curiosity about, just like they would in a sandbox or mud pit.  Allow them to experience the breadth of opportunity in each subject, show them that there's always more to know, and bring them along as you show them where to find information, so the ACT of learning something new becomes a family hobby.

We're going to Michael's today.  We'll be hand painting planets this afternoon, and over the next week we'll be checking out the orbital paths of each of them.  Then we'll work with Daddy to figure out how to engineer a solar system that works properly and hang it in the Monkey's room.

It'll be a long week, but we have to work quickly.  Next week he'll be excited about botany, and that's a whole new project to get up to our necks in.

Friday, June 10, 2011

Chemistry and Astrophysics, for 4 Year Olds

At the intersection of children's interests and parental passions, a special thing happens.  Like all beings from the dawn of time, Monster has begun to look to the heavens and get curious.  As a long-time fan of the science and math of the celestial, I am thrilled.

The question, then, becomes how to explain the complexities of chemistry and physics without the assumption that we need to dumb it down.  First, I wished for my old professor, Pan Papacosta, who managed to describe the inner workings of a nuclear reactor in such a way that every last one of us walked away from his lecture feeling confident we could build one in the event of a zombie apocalypse (in retrospect, a little alarming, but no mean feat at an arts school.) This is where mommies like me rely heavily on the mixing of metaphor to explain.  Here was my lesson:

The world is made of specks so tiny we can't see them.  These specks, like people, are all a little different.  Just like Monster likes to be naked, wear clothes, and wear coats at different temperatures, all specks are a gas (like clouds), a liquid (like juice), or a solid (like rocks) at different temperatures.  In the whole wide world, which we call the universe, most of the specks travel alone or with one or two friends.  These specks are called hydrogen, helium (two friends), or the friendly speck, oxygen.  Oxygen is a nice speck, and he'll be friends with anyone, no matter how tired or sad, which comes in handy when you're breathing in and out.

It takes a very special situation to make big speck, like a big party.  We're Irish, so the biggest parties are always funerals.  We see very big specks get born when big, old stars die.  After the funeral, these big specks go out into the universe, looking for something to do.

A place where all kinds of specks go to look for something to do is called a nebula.  When you don't know what to do, and are bored, the best thing to do is start dancing.  It helps make new friends, is really good exercise, and makes everyone happy.  The easiest way to dance with a big group of people is in a circle, but no matter how you dance, you'll always wind up really sweaty and hot.  The middle of the circle is always the hottest, because that's where everyone is the most excited and moving the fastest.

Remember how different specks want to put on different clothes at different temperatures?  Well, the specks that are hottest in the middle just want to get naked and keep dancing.  Most of what's in the middle is hydrogen - little ones - and they'll dance like crazy for as long as they can, because they don't have anyone with them to get tired and want to go home.  Soon, these crazy dancing hydrogens get really really hot and turn into something really really special - a star.

Big specks get tired faster, because it's harder to move a fat group than one person.  Because they don't move as fast, they'll get colder faster, and put their coats on, or turn into rocks, closer to the middle than anyone else.  The further away from the middle of the circle you get, the more specks start putting on coats and turning into rocks.

Every baby world was born because of specks putting on coats.  If you're going to be sitting around in coats, you might as well do it with friends.  As bigger groups of friends in coats get together, they start to be called planetesimals.  This just means a bunch of rocks that got tired at the party, but don't want to leave.  They'll go around in circles at the party, bumping into other planetesimals at the party but not really wanting to leave.  Sometimes they'll make friends with other planetesimals and will get bigger and bigger.  Other times they'll just smash into each other, and the big group will break back up into smaller groups.

We've talked about planets in the solar system.  The first one, Mercury, is made of the biggest, fattest specks that got tired closest to the party.  Just like daddy's little medicine ball is heavier than a beach ball, Mercury is way heavier than almost any other planet in the solar system because it's crammed full of fat guys.

Venus is pretty heavy too, but it's also super hot because it's covered in fart blankets.

Earth, which is our world, is heavy, but not as heavy as Mercury.  It's covered in blankets too, but not fart blankets.  It's these blankets that keep us warm in the night time when the sun isn't able to touch us and heat us up.

Mars is less heavy than Earth, but has almost no blanket, so it can get very cold.

Jupiter is a funny planet.  First, it's like the daddy of all the planets.  If it got really hungry, it could eat Earth like a Cheerio.  But Jupiter is almost all made of tiny specks that started their own separate party.  You can't stand on Jupiter.

Saturn is a lot like Jupiter, but it's a bit smaller.  It could still eat Earth, but it be more of a complete breakfast. Saturn wears a hula hoop made of dust, ice cubes and planetesimals that decided to break into smaller bits.

Uranus lies on its side, and is very very cold.  It is made of ice, the stinky part of cat pee and farts, and has a tiny little ring around it.  It's a lot bigger than Earth, but if it decided to eat Earth, it would be more like a light lunch.

Neptune is also made of ice, the stinky part of cat pee, and farts, but is a little smaller.  Four earths could fit inside Neptune.  The amount of farts covering Neptune is why Neptune is blue.  It also has lots of storms.



Monday, May 30, 2011

Things My Two Year Old Taught Me

I am aware that my daughter and I have very similar personalities and quirks.  As such, (I will freely admit) I frequently don't understand her, even a little bit.

She is growing into her person-dom, and has revealed unto me the following rules:

1.  Always dress precisely the way you feel, regardless of the occasion.  If this means heading to the pool in a floor-length tu-tu, wearing a viking helmet, a t-shirt with robots fighting great apes, and wielding a short sword, so be it.

2.  Reportedly, all food tastes like chicken.  Save time by calling all food chicken.

3.  If your parents don't give you the precise kind of chicken you wanted when you simply requested chicken, it is perfectly acceptable to freak the hell out.  It's not mind reading, it's intuiting a complicated memo composed of physical clues.

4.  Exercise your right to protest.  If you discover that your protest is unobserved (via cautious peeks under your armpits after you've thrown yourself dramatically to the floor and soaked it with your giant tears), relocate yourself to a more visable place, like directly behind your mother as she carries a pot of boiling water to the sink.

5.  If you have no idea what someone is talking about, replying "sure!" in your most chipper voice will delay the need for action.  When it's become obvious that you've just agreed to something terrible, like getting knots brushed out of your hair, you can always remember something VERY EXCITING happening in another location, like the closet.

6.  Pooping is best done in quiet, solitary places.  Like under the dining room table, in the laundry hamper, or in the bathtub.  Bonus points if you're wearing underpants instead of diapers.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Cedar Fever and GerMexican Stew

The lot of us have been brought low by Cedar Fever.  The effects are so bad, I'm unsurprised at the existence of such sites as The People Against Cedars.  While many folks maintain that Cedar Fever doesn't usually consist of actual fever, the fact that every few years I am treated to a clammy series of hot flashes along with the typical hay fever symptoms either makes me special or them wrong.

My friend Aaron and I have a friendly, unspoken game of dueling stews going on.  He is a bit of a crock pot fiend, and I have made no secret of my love for soups and stews.  Frequently, he'll mention a soup he's made recently, listing a handful of basic ingredients, and I'll make my own version a week or so later, after mulling it over a bit.

Recently, he brought over some pork and mango stew.  It was good, but it definitely got me thinking.  One of our families favorite local retreats is Fredericksburg, Texas.  When we go, we always take the long way (north up 71 and cutting through the Hill Country), past a slew of vineyards and a flower farm.  We are in love with the furniture artisans up there, and who doesn't like a giant plate of schnitzel?

So I made my version; a combination of classic German flavors mingled with Tex-Mex flavors.  Basically, everything fantastic about the Hill Country.


Talk about tasty and easy to make.  This baby involves the rough chopping of the following:
1 bell pepper
4 cloves of garlic
1 medium onion
2 green apples
1 bunch cilantro
2 lbs of pork loin, generally cubed

Toss into a crock pot for about two hours on medium-high setting, along with 2 cups of chicken stock, salt and pepper, and hearty glug of Worchestershire.  After two hours, add 2 cans of white beans (I used one can of butter beans and another of great northern) and a cup of mashed potato flakes.  Stir, and allow to cook about 30 minutes more. 

I top mine with Queso Fresco and french fried onions, because anything is a vehicle for cheese and fried onions.