Two fish swim silently in their fishbowl. In the dark of the night, one disappears. Possibilities:
1. During Tassia's 3-hr awake stint, from 2 to 5am, Papa noticed a belly-up floater and did away with it quietly, not wishing to upset anyone. Upon questioning, Papa denies.
2. During a short visit to our house yesterday, Paternal Grandfather performed above operation. Upon questioning, Paternal Grandfather denies.
3. Cat jumps onto refrigerator, and eats fish in question. Upon questioning, Cat has no comment, but investigators would like to know how Cat could jump on top of refrigerator.
4. Suicidal fish jumps out of fishbowl, and lifeless body is eaten by cat. Upon questioning, Cat still has no comment, but fish has not been known to jump out of fishbowl, nor was he showing any classic signs of depression prior to disappearance.
5. Rapture.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
Heat wave!
Friday, February 10, 2012
Good, good???
OK, um, so we flipped another switch, and the furnace is working again. Not sure why the electricity went off in the first place, not sure what will happen next, but we'd love to still have heat tomorrow morning...
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Sleeping books
ME: (Frantically trying to get out the door to take Alina to school.) Alina, where's your library book? You need to take it back today. I purposely put it right here next to your backpack!
TASSIA: It's in her bed. She sleepted with it.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Beautiful Biculturalism
I think that every family owes it to itself to be bicultural. If you don't happen to actually have 2 cultures on hand, you could always just pick one at random, learn about it and, mostly, celebrate their holidays.
Get this. My children, because they are American, get to carve pumpkins, dress up, and trick-or-treat in October. Because they're American, and we do that. In November, we have a special meal and a great excuse to have friends over and be thankful. It's called Thanksgiving, and, once again, we celebrate it because we're American. Then, we have Christmas and New Year's, where we get to pick our favorites out of 2 sets of traditions. Then, in January, besides birthday cake, we get to eat Galette des Rois. This is a crown-shaped cake that is eaten on and around Epiphany. "King Cake," as we call it to avoid franglais, is a French tradition we embrace whole-heartedly (and I prefer Galette au frangipane, if anyone's taking notes). Then, along comes Chandeleur. That's today. Somehow, in a mixture of sacred and pagan traditions, everyone in France eats crêpes today. Here, again, I find myself forced to bow to tradition. Life is rough. And, Carnaval is coming up in a couple of weeks...
Do we get to celebrate Cinco de Mayo, too?
Get this. My children, because they are American, get to carve pumpkins, dress up, and trick-or-treat in October. Because they're American, and we do that. In November, we have a special meal and a great excuse to have friends over and be thankful. It's called Thanksgiving, and, once again, we celebrate it because we're American. Then, we have Christmas and New Year's, where we get to pick our favorites out of 2 sets of traditions. Then, in January, besides birthday cake, we get to eat Galette des Rois. This is a crown-shaped cake that is eaten on and around Epiphany. "King Cake," as we call it to avoid franglais, is a French tradition we embrace whole-heartedly (and I prefer Galette au frangipane, if anyone's taking notes). Then, along comes Chandeleur. That's today. Somehow, in a mixture of sacred and pagan traditions, everyone in France eats crêpes today. Here, again, I find myself forced to bow to tradition. Life is rough. And, Carnaval is coming up in a couple of weeks...
Do we get to celebrate Cinco de Mayo, too?
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