Ooh, baby, do you know what that's worth?
Jan. 9th, 2004 08:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfs"... Heaven is a place called Earth."
Kouryou-chan had a blast at school. The teacher said that she integrated so well into the class and her only problem was that she wanted to learn everything right now, even the things that were reserved for the five-year-olds. And I met an old friend at the school, one of the women from Kouryou-chan's original "baby's get together" group.
At one point this afternoon, while I was trying to take a nap, there was a knock at the door. The neighborhood kids wanted to know if they could take the tree branches that had fallen into my yard and "use them in our fort." Hey, free labor! I agreed. They never got any of them out of the yard, sadly; they were all too heavy. But at one point I heard the youngest daughter crying and my second thought was, "I should go and check and make sure she's okay." As evidence of what a sick, sad world we live in, my first thought was, "Oh, heck, if she's on my property I could be liable." Anyway, she wasn't on my property and it was a personal crisis-- a brother had taken something she wanted.
At another point in the afternoon, the nice girl from down the street stopped buy and asked if we wanted any Girl School cookies. I told her to come back tomorrow. I know Omaha will want to negotiate with her.
Yamaarashi-chan is over and she's still going on and on about Pokemon. I got her a gift, probably a bad decision, a Faustian one but it seems to be working. As long as she's got it on the brain, banning it outright is just going to make it attractive. So we stopped at a second-hand store and picked up The Pokemon Enyclopedia. The deal is that she can have the book, but she has to stop talking to grown-ups about it. If she breaks the deal, I'll take it away from her. And if Kouryou-chan says she's tired of it, Yamaarashi-chan has to leave her alone too.
It seems to be working. Like all kids with terrible attention spans, I keep having to remind her, but she's honoring it as much as she's able.
Tonight was risotto with-- you got it-- ham. Not too much, and slivered really small so the girls couldn't pick it out. I used up the shallots, and some celery, and half a carrot, and an onion, and half a green bell pepper. I was out of white wine, so I tried Amontillado instead since we had some in the wine cabinet and this amazing smell, warm and buttery and so reassuring washed over me. I waited for the alcohol to boil off and then I started adding the chicken stock, a little at a time.
It was delicious. The girls love risotto. I also found a can of Vernor's ginger ale in another cupboard, so I made the girls pussyfoots, which of course they also made go away. After all those carbs, though, the soporific effect combined with the wearing off of the Dayquil has left me somewhat sessile and unable to motivate myself well.
Kouryou-chan had a blast at school. The teacher said that she integrated so well into the class and her only problem was that she wanted to learn everything right now, even the things that were reserved for the five-year-olds. And I met an old friend at the school, one of the women from Kouryou-chan's original "baby's get together" group.
At one point this afternoon, while I was trying to take a nap, there was a knock at the door. The neighborhood kids wanted to know if they could take the tree branches that had fallen into my yard and "use them in our fort." Hey, free labor! I agreed. They never got any of them out of the yard, sadly; they were all too heavy. But at one point I heard the youngest daughter crying and my second thought was, "I should go and check and make sure she's okay." As evidence of what a sick, sad world we live in, my first thought was, "Oh, heck, if she's on my property I could be liable." Anyway, she wasn't on my property and it was a personal crisis-- a brother had taken something she wanted.
At another point in the afternoon, the nice girl from down the street stopped buy and asked if we wanted any Girl School cookies. I told her to come back tomorrow. I know Omaha will want to negotiate with her.
Yamaarashi-chan is over and she's still going on and on about Pokemon. I got her a gift, probably a bad decision, a Faustian one but it seems to be working. As long as she's got it on the brain, banning it outright is just going to make it attractive. So we stopped at a second-hand store and picked up The Pokemon Enyclopedia. The deal is that she can have the book, but she has to stop talking to grown-ups about it. If she breaks the deal, I'll take it away from her. And if Kouryou-chan says she's tired of it, Yamaarashi-chan has to leave her alone too.
It seems to be working. Like all kids with terrible attention spans, I keep having to remind her, but she's honoring it as much as she's able.
Tonight was risotto with-- you got it-- ham. Not too much, and slivered really small so the girls couldn't pick it out. I used up the shallots, and some celery, and half a carrot, and an onion, and half a green bell pepper. I was out of white wine, so I tried Amontillado instead since we had some in the wine cabinet and this amazing smell, warm and buttery and so reassuring washed over me. I waited for the alcohol to boil off and then I started adding the chicken stock, a little at a time.
It was delicious. The girls love risotto. I also found a can of Vernor's ginger ale in another cupboard, so I made the girls pussyfoots, which of course they also made go away. After all those carbs, though, the soporific effect combined with the wearing off of the Dayquil has left me somewhat sessile and unable to motivate myself well.
