Illness stinks; prolonged illness even more so.
Month: August 2013
Leon Chwistek
W całej Warszawie nie ma tylu osób inteligentnych, ile ich przychodzi do jednej krakowskiej kawiarni.
Sittin’ on the Steps
The Boy has found a seat that's almost just his size.
Eating Yogurt
The Boy enjoying his late-morning yogurt until it runs out...
Communism and Food
"Communism did to the national cuisine what it did to so much else and reduced it to the lowest common denominator: uniform and bland stodge characterised by poor ingredients, low standards and low expectations."
Corn!
L is such a picky eater. She's a first child: we really didn't know what we were doing. We followed this book's advice tempered with that person's wisdom and those mothers' experience. We're doing things a bit differently with E. He eats what we eat, and he has from the moment we could give him solid food. As a result, he's not a picky eater.
There are a few culinary preferences that the Boy and L have in common, though, and one of them is corn on the cob.
L hummed and purred as she ate, working it back and forth like a typewriter paper carriage. The Boy makes use of a variety of methods: the double-handed high hold, the single-handed nibble-from-the-end, the single-handed reverse grip flute position (the right hand would be gripping a flute from the top, not the bottom), and variants of them all.
Occasionally, something not-quite-right hits him, and he balls up his fist and his face into what looks like a mysterious sourness.
But he gets over it, takes a new grip, and continues.
Spaghetti!
Every parent has this picture. I know that somewhere, in an album packed away in a box somewhere in my folks’ condo, there is a picture of me eating spaghetti.
What is it about spaghetti that it’s an almost-universally favorite food among toddlers?
Chainsaw
I hear a chainsaw somewhere in the distance in our neighborhood, and I think, "That's a sound I usually associate with Babcia's small village." Then I realize it's just the Boy making his car sounds downstairs.
Diane Ackerman, One Hundred Names for Love
Couples are jigsaw puzzles that hang together by touching in just enough points. They're never total fits or misfits.