~a month in the life of a lifelong learner~ holy coprolites, he’s in seventh grade!

~8-23 to 9-23~

Our end of summer family trip to New York!

The cousins absconded with Quinn and were barely heard from. It was neat how at their current ages (9, 11, 12) they do a lot more talking as they play, so there is less action and a lot of times if you observe them they are just standing or sitting and discussing whatever it is they are playing. On day one they spent time outdoors and began a trend that lasted throughout the week of playing dungeons and dragons (LARPing, in other words). Quinn was dungeon master (i heard later) and uncle t was a dwarf cleric (i think i snorted with laughter at the idea of a 6’6” dwarf.) mario was a human wizard, and luigi was an elf wizard, the only one who had named himself was luigi who was “thomas cloudwhisper”. They are able to do imaginitive play on a level I don’t think Quinn finds in many other kids and it is easy to celebrate the kindred spirits that cousins can be.

bonfire!

They played a lot of Mario video games and minecraft throughout the week. We adults were all pretty slack with the screen time limits, but we did shoo them outside regularly. The boys were content and fell instantly into their usual routine and it was easy to let them be.

They piled themselves in the hammock that had been set up between two of the cherry trees, which was hilarious and slightly nerve-wracking with feet and elbows protruding every which way. Nobody lost an eye, though.

They took a few wagon rides up to visit the apple orchards. On one trip, the boys ran back down to the house together when it was time to head back, which was when i was able to get “the picture.

One evening at sunset, the boys were launching a spinning toy they named the “bisquito”. Whoever caught the thing got to launch it next, so everyone got turns. they were all so playful and they kept looking upward towards the sunset-painted sky, resulting in some of my favorite photos of the trip.

Chicken spiedies and black raspberry ice cream are the quintessential central new york foods, and we ate as much as we could of both.

One evening we played a lively game of scrabble with a double set (twice as many letters) so by the end the board was so overloaded it got a little silly and the boys were spelling off the edge of the board.

Uncle T figured out how to make a minecraft server that the boys can play on from each of their computers, even from thousands of miles away, if they get on at the same time. The kids played minecraft in the evening, i think they like being on the “rew family server” together. They were all reading the stack of minecraft diary of an 8-bit warrior books. Quinn has read 5 of them but they had a few more in the series that he didn’t know about so he got caught up.

We went out to dinner with the whole family and ordered a bunch of pizzas. quinn ordered two dinners- cheeseburger and chicken fingers, and ate most of them, plus some pizza…

Mittens the cat is alll about snuggling in bed with a boy and quite a few times quinn had him in bed with him including the first night we were there and the last night we were there. Mario graciously loaned cousin Quinn his bed tent for the whole week, which was really swell.

The boys filled up their red wagon with fossil rocks in the field grampy had plowed up across the road.

 

 

 

 

First day of seventh grade!

Quinn’s seventh grade schedule looks pretty rad. He starts his day with a lovely person rich and i both admire for her positivity and healthy outlook on life (she is a theater friend) for language arts. He also got his same homeroom teacher as last year, and has her now for social studies as well, which is fabulous. She is the one who said Quinn gets her jokes.

Band now seems to be a foregone conclusion for his schedule, thankfully no more parental marching into the office is needed to arrange it. He is excited to be in the first chair for the percussion section! He is one of three players, one fellow seventh grade boy and a girl who is new to the district who is in eighth grade. He practiced very hard for the audition, which was played on the bells. Their section seems to be a good group, they each have strengths and are happy to share what they know with each other.

The first homework from algebra was spiral-laterals… in which quinn drew sequences of lines according to the algorithm, and discovered that palindromes (at least a subset of palindromes whose inner numbers are lower than the bookends, so 91719 but not 46764) make squares! For math, he also had to create a “myself in numbers” design.

He doesn’t have many classes with friends, but he does have band-lunch-recess-homeroom with Aragorn, a nice section of the day during which they can interact without having consequences for his grades or ability to pay attention in class. Goldberry is in band with them, too, as well as two of the other three girls Quinn says are part of their “friend group”. It seems that 5/7 of the friend group plays in band. Somehow that seems about like my school experience.

There has been zero complaining about homework thus far. He has 100% in 3 classes, the only grades that have turned up yet (science, health, and algebra). I am already seeing some major growth from last year!

 

Doctor

In preparation for his upcoming international travel, Quinn is getting caught up on a few vaccinations I chose to postpone when he was younger. He also needed a tdap booster for entering seventh grade, according to the school nurse. He hadn’t been seen at the new hospital facility yet, so he needed to have a whole well-child exam as well, which included a hemoglobin check. He wanted to watch his finger being pricked, and thought it was cool how the blood droplet got sucked into the cartridge. Then he wanted to watch the vaccine, (this was all based on being very anxious about it) though the nurse had been carefully not showing him the needle. She seemed to roll with his questions about the mechanics of the operation, though you could tell this wasn’t her usual experience (I’m guessing most kids just look away or cling to a parent), and what was in the syringe (“but is it a liquid?”). He watched her administer the shot and kept his muscle relaxed just like she said to do, not flinching at all.

He got home from the doctor and immediately signed on to the Rew family minecraft server and played with his cousins until they had to go get ready for bed (8:30 EST) and quinn had to get ready for karate (5:30 PST). We may institute Minecraft Mondays because i think the cousin connection is so important and even if they are connecting via chat about what kind of barricade to build around their fortress, i think that feels like very meaningful connection to them.

 

Text life

The paleontology camp group text featured a video from remus of her preparing a cup of tea using her microwave to heat the water. Quinn was intrigued by this amazing “life hack” as he called it and asked her for details on how long she microwaved the water for. (insert laughing emoji).

Also in the group text, Lead challenged them to only use names of rocks in place of any curse words, and quickly they came up with “what the fossil?” “’oh, coprolites.” And “holy shale!” (i didn’t suggest schist as an alternate choice!)

Phone reciprocity has seen a small incremental improvement. Often at the beginning of the week, he is better about checking it, and I may hear back from him once or twice, but then later in the week I get crickets until he is back at my house. Reframing as positive encouragement, I let him know that the goal is that by the end of the year he is 7/7 and right now he is 2/7!

 

Miscellaneous

At karate, Quinn helped sifu work with a younger friend who is experiencing some bullying in school, through role play scenarios.

There was Rubik’s cube work this month, and a D and d lego minecraft dungeon that he created and had me play my way through. I am often the test market for his game innovations.

He is still a lover of cartoons; Strange Planet is a new favorite, and he really liked this one that I texted him:

Somewhere between the end of summer and the beginning of school, I taught him the game Taboo. He is incredibly fun with word games, and our first round of Taboo was hilarious. We have continued laughing about some of his ways of getting me to say the word on the card, such as “lots of wood plants” for forest.

baby tending.

bathroom mopping

He got his hands on a piano at a friend’s house and picked out some favorite tunes:

 

Skills and tools

He is reading the newest rick riordan book trials of apollo (tyrant’s tomb) but when i asked one day if he was reading any books he said, “no, because right now i’m writing books.” he has been working on his “eternal elements” book which is sort of a d and d spinoff. he is typing it in a google doc. He feels he is faster at typing than handwriting, and it appeals more to his inner perfectionist who likes spelling, grammar, and neatness to all be good. Way to use technology as a tool, buddy.

We are also having good talks about organization and executive function skills. note taking; hearing teachers’ instructions (or not); checking the “done/submit/turn in” boxes in google classroom; putting his papers into the binder, or bringing it home thursday nights to do that the night before binder checks; he likes the notetaking set up for social studies because it is in google slides and he has no trouble keeping up; i suggested he remember that for classes he is having trouble keeping up in, and request to do it that way; he threw down the word “advocating” in one conversation and i’m just so proud. He is using his very basic $5 planner (no clutter or quotes or word searches or puzzles in the margins, just dates with lines for writing items. he has not missed a day or even a subject yet… i got it on a whim to give him the option to use it in addition to or instead of the school Avid binder and his homeroom teacher is letting him use it instead, with his four color pen – he is all about the four color pen. I think he is all about the planner just because he had a choice. Buy-in seems key with executive function, and he is starting to be bought-in on the school organization at last. The binder he has been keeping impeccably organized since he was 8? It holds Pokemon cards.

On the executive functioning topic, I learned about Seth Perler on a Tilt parenting podcast I listened to recently, and he seems to have a lot of resources and tips. A lot of it felt like validation of the adaptations we’re already making: uncluttered planners, extra scaffolding on tasks that are hard to execute, then “gradual release of responsibilities,”  and how we have to celebrate the microprogress that is made, helping identify priorities (he has daily plan templates available online), posted visual routines, web browser optimization/bookmarking, creating a sacred study space (we’ve always called it finding a successful spot after his 4th grade teacher’s phrasing), and tricking yourself into executing a non-preferred task (maybe by making it a game!). He also uses the same phrase we do, about how the only way you can eat an elephant is one bite at a time, and extends this metaphor in many ways in his speaking about tackling tasks. One thing I identified from the podcast that I want to work on doing better as a parent is giving more wait time after asking questions. The more I learn about it, the more I think processing speed plays an important role in Quinn’s struggles and Seth Perler’s coaching on waiting – longer than you think you need to wait – when listening to their answers, gave me a lot of food for thought.

He had a lot of catch up to do over the last weekend of this month but he did it cheerfully and fairly efficiently. I am encouraging him to apply some strategies to get things done more efficiently and result in more of the free time he so values. I think he’s almost to the point where he might be able to start generalizing skills he learns in one household to the other one… almost.

 

~rainbow mondays~ a heart in new york

 

~rainbow mondays~

a splash of color on monday

a photo study documenting the colors of the spectrum: the balance points between light reflected and light absorbed

~two months in the life of a lifelong learner~ percolator

a long and winding hodge podge of learning and living that i have decided to stop editing and move on from… read at your own risk (warning! verbosity ahead!), and probably pour yourself a cup of tea first.

science fair! i had the privilege of being the science fair mentor for quinn’s 5th grade class. his teacher had a very clear plan and it made it very easy to guide the kids through the process of gathering their data. they worked in groups to build worm compost bins, and then ran experiments based on, in most cases, food preferences of the worms. quinn’s group chose to compare the worms’ preference for raw potato to cooked potato, by adding equal amounts of each food at the start of the 4 weeks, and weighing what was left of each type after each week passed.

after i got done doing science with the kids one afternoon, i had a great conversation with quinn’s teacher. i opted quinn out of the state smarter balanced testing this year. it’s a matter of filling out a form, and since the detriments to quinn seemed to be outweighing the benefits, i filled out the form. his teacher had emailed me about another test called oaks science, that he will take as a 5th grader, and letting me know that if we wanted to try to opt out of the OAKS, it required a religious or learning disability reason and apparently involves a great deal of writing on the parents’ part.

this is all aside from star testing which actually provides some insight on specific skills; in quinn’s case the insights are limited based on how far out of range he scores. he still takes a star test at the beginning and end of the year.

i had emailed her back explaining our reasoning for the SB opt out was that Q was showing signs of stress last year and that all the rest of my misgivings about standardized testing aside, that particular test doesn’t even seem like it offers teachers any feedback on how to help kids learn. i have seen the results for the past two years, which aren’t returned until fall (when quinn wlil be a 6th grader with a different set of teachers) and seemed fairly useless to me.

i asked her what her take on the OAKS was, whether it was like SB, whether she felt some other way about SB, acknowledging that i’m not the teacher, and want to know if i am missing some truly helpful aspect of it. i said i’m happy to write something though i could prove neither religious nor learning disability for quinn.

she eased any potential worries about the science test, said she thinks he should take it because it’s far less involved… 40 science questions with definite answers, not open-ended essays. she doesn’t think it will stress him out the same way the other one did, she sees that he gets hung up on writing answers, he percolates in his mind and it takes him a while to start writing. i loved that she has such an accurate observation of him, and also that she phrases it in such positive terms; she says she is fascinated by his differences. if she saw any sign that he was experiencing stress from the science test, she would “find a glitch” and that would be that.

she ended up sharing her own dislike of the sb tests, is glad i’m opting quinn out of them, encouraged us to opt out all the way through high school, and even finds the star only so useful for his level. she feels what he might really benefit from is tag testing, and even moreso, pre-sat testing when he gets to middle school. she told me she thinks i will really need to advocate for him over there, because she feels he really needs more tag programming and isn’t getting it. i’m so glad i shared my reasoning for opting out, because i think it freed her to share her take on things, and it turns out she is a pretty incredible ally in terms of seeing clearly what is needed with this boy’s education.

we planned what he will do during testing week, and while there were several good options for students opting out, we agreed the best was for him to do an independent project. she liked the concept of genius hour that google uses to foster ingenuity, and she felt quinn could handle an open-ended project on a topic of his choice. she wanted it to entail some sort of end product that he could then share with the class (a presentation, animation, essay, artwork, etc.)

she was also supportive about us going to new york for a week, saying he will learn a lot from traveling!

“percolating” is such a perfect word to describe quinn’s thinking process, especially when it comes to getting ready to write something. he does most of his work inside his head, then it comes pouring out in the eleventh hour, spilling onto the page in a form that requires little editing. what wonderful images and memories the word “percolator” brings to mind: from recent fourth of july camping trips, enjoying breakfast around the campfire, to long ago visits with aunt margie and uncle george in their cabin in the adirondacks. again, it’s amazing to find someone who has the capacity to observe such things about my kid so thoroughly in spite of the fact that he is “number 27” out of 30 kids in her room. seen, known, valued for who he is; sense of belonging, connection. see also: educational priorities.

this story has been percolating along, about a page every few weeks or so…

mapping was a big topic covered in recent weeks. quinn’s imaginary land of canith has realistic longitude and latitude lines, a legend, and all the physical features of a map that you could want!

his tag class also included some compass and map work. another week involved animal tracks. one week, they worked outside and made miniature shelters. at the end the instructor let them all destroy their structures, but quinn had built his off to one side by a rock and said he was the only kid who decided to leave his up in case a squirrel needed a place to hide.

i picked quinn up from school one afternoon, and he was his usual one-word answer, surly after school self, which i’ve come to think of as “feed me” and so i didn’t start asking a bunch of questions (i’ve learned to wait until later for the most part). he was coming from a dad day and therefore no lunch leftovers to eat, but i had a tangerine. i did ask if he had remembered to bring his state book home (because when i was in class for science fair on thursday, his teacher had mentioned he still needed to finish it up). he said no. then when i asked if we should go back in for it, he provided self-defeated answers, “no, we can’t, because…” and “it’s raining” and “we’ll get hypothermia.” in the meantime, i had showed him the pack of brightly colored paper i had picked up (including martian green and cosmic orange) for making more of the origami octahedron project he liked doing the previous week at school. i had gotten a smile out of him with the martian conversation (because he read it aloud and then i said oh, like marTEEans, from martia?) but he was still mopey, so i re-parked and started peeling the tangerine, and then handed him a slice, calling it a marTEEan orange power pack, and said it would protect him from hypothermia as we returned to the mother ship… and also from scurvy. and by then he was laughing and walking in the rain into the school to get his stuff. and he said they were cosmic orange power packs, duh.

so, handling moody tweens is easy. just be a goofball. and provide snacks.

in his homework folder, he had a handwritten note from a friend saying to please bring himself and his family to go bowling at 3:30. (no bumpers). no date was specified, so i asked quinn, and he was pretty sure it meant the following day, saturday. luckily, i had background info that this boy’s dad is a fb friend of mine and rich’s due to being in one flew over the cuckoo’s nest with rich, so i did some parental fact checking, and sure enough, it was legit. the response i got was, “i had no idea the Quinn he was talking about was your Quinn!”

our two families got along quite well, and the boys are a lot alike. two smarty pants stick figures.

after bowling, we had dinner with rich’s mom and some friends, which was fun and fancy. quinn did well with the fancy factor (napkin in the lap, multiple forks and spoons and courses). he is fun to be around, which i’m glad i can say about my ten year old. here he is at home the next day eating the leftovers of his herb chicken, still painstakingly scrubbing his sprig of rosemary and slice of lemon over each bite before consuming.

it’s been a time of ups and downs with friendships for quinn. while nothing major has taken place, i get the sense that things are shifting a bit for him and he is finding that he values certain things in friends, some of which he hasn’t quite found yet. one friend he has thought of as a best friend named another boy as his best friend while he and quinn were playing one day. i had a chat with quinn after overhearing that, deciding to risk bringing up a touchy subject rather than let it go untalked about. it did definitely come up on his radar, though he didn’t give it any energy with the friend. he got his feelings about it out with me, and though it didn’t feel great, he also realized it didn’t have to mean anything terrible, either.

we talked more about what he values in a friend. one thing he likes about the bowling friend (he’s going to need a pseudonym soon, i can tell) is that, “he understands what i’m saying.” i probed further to find out that what he means by that is, the vocabulary and language quinn uses are understood and do not need further explanation with this boy, do not need to be simplified or defined. they keep up with each other. they have a compatible sense of humor in that they both like word play, and they can get pretty complicated with their discussion topics without needing to slow down.

there’s a lot going on in social development. some intriguing correspondence from a female karate friend inspired quinn to respond in cursive to her letter. i’m glad to find that: he is eager to fill me on the details and let me read both his and her notes; that he seems to have a sense of the appropriate level of friendship at this age level and kept it all in friend terms; and that he writes with good reciprocity, both sharing some of his ideas but also asking her likes and favorites.

i just wanted to mention/appreciate that i love my dojo. sifu and mrs. todd have been so supportive of working with quinn in the limited time they have with him (to date his dad has remained insistent that he cannot bring him to class during his week) and they’ll even refuse to charge me full price for quinn since he is there only half of the time. meanwhile, they work hard to catch him up on his techniques when he is around, and they see who he is and what his strengths are, and emphasize those while helping him in areas where he is not as strong. they recognize things like perfectionism (they ease up the test pressure and focus on the fun), they recognize his desire to one day teach, and his cognitive abilities to retain all the details about each move of each technique, and they put him to work helping other students. i talked with them about how i feel he will become less tolerant of his dad’s refusal to bring him to activities, as he becomes a teen, and sifu was in agreement that time would come. it’s what i hope for with everyone who enters quinn’s life in any meaningful way, that the focus will be on quinn and what is best for quinn, that quinn will be seen and known and valued for who he is, and that the connection is alive and foremost between him and anyone in a teaching capacity. (once again, see educational priorities.)

they constantly express how happy they are that we’re a part of the dojo, so i know the feeling is mutual!

he has been reading up on egyptian mythology, and requesting books on hieroglyph translation! he also read riordan’s greek heroes tome, now that he has read pretty much everything else the man has written.

cats are sacred in egyptian culture, right? this one expects to be worshipped… the past few months she often helps quinn fall asleep at night and wake up in the morning.

one morning the day of his music lesson, i got him up a half hour early and he played a full third of the drum section of his book… he has much better focus in the morning. we have had some discussion about how he may need to work at the bells harder (the snare drum just comes so easily to him) but that it will be just as rewarding or even more so to get better at the bells, since he will have to work harder. i’m trying to do things to keep practice fun for him, and continue to help him when he gets stuck in perfectionism mode. rich helps by furthering his musical education, putting beatles cds on the stereo. i mix up what instruments we play (recorder, guitar, piano, miscellaneous percussion), rename his tunes, play along with him on a drum, piano, or recorder, and inform him of silly lyrics trivia.

quinn and i went to the talent show at his school, because his friend (of the bowling invite) was in a skit and also playing his guitar in the show. we ended up sitting right in front of his friend’s family and that was cool and random. he came to sit with us and they got to chat. after we left i was musing with quinn about the band they’ll form together, and quinn thinks they need more players, “like maybe a flute and a trumpet?”

we try to fit in a few of the “art fridays” classes offered through the visual arts center, and the one called mayan metalsmithing caught quinn’s eye this session. he loved the owl image he saw in one drawing, and ended up borrowing from that idea to make a very intricate pyramid with symbols representing four elements and other details. he certainly had fun using this new and different medium for creating.

we had a fabulous family visit in new york, complete with lots of learning about: wizard chess, drums, winter olympics sports, shelter building practice, plane de-icers, and the origami yoda series his cousins had out from the library.

i got quinn on friday from school, and took him to his “mayan metalsmithing” art class at the visual arts center. we went home, ate pizza for dinner, and got ourselves packed up.

before the trip, we got to spend the afternoon with rich’s daughter. she had on hgtv show called fixerupper, which was impossible for quinn to pull himself away from. still, he manages to learn things, and while we were waiting in the airport he told me that he wants a fixer-upper and to fund his paleontology research by flipping houses. his exact words were that he would “use the money for more expeditions and plaster”. i encouraged him to learn all the building skills he possibly can from his dad, so he can put them to good use. i think it’s an excellent plan, better than trying to compete for grants. the part he loved the best was taking a “blank” room (his word) and deciding what to do with it and putting all the things in it (he will also have a warehouse… to hold the optional items.)

we took a red-eye flight there as usual. as we were landing in newark, quinn and i were able to see the empire state building and the statue of liberty from the plane. flying to syracuse, quinn spent a long time looking out the window at the view of snowy new york countryside – i can picture him gazing out with his with hands folded in his lap.

i will also be able to picture quinn’s cute upturned face when he finally hugged grammy.  their bond is like nothing else in the world.

after some soup and corn muffins for lunch, the boys began dueling with lightsabers. as soon as that got rowdy, i strongly suggested we go sledding before the snow melted all the way, and we had a fun afternoon sledding, tobogganing, and generally playing in the snow.

we had a picnic dinner, as is the christmas tradition of the rews, and since we haven’t all been there for one since quinn was just shy of 2, we observed the christmas picnic tradition together.

by the time i woke up the next morning, uncle t and grampy had already left for work, and quinn had gotten up and was on the loveseat snuggling with grammy, just the two of them, just chatting. lots of cousin play time happened, and quinn began drawing a game on graph paper in his spare moments. quinn and i talked some about being a person who needs to do some recharging in between being with people, and i see how self-aware he is in this department nowadays.

we had so much fun watching the olympics. we mimicked the vocalizations of the curling athletes and feigned understanding of the subtle intricacies of the sport. we cheered on the men’s bobsled teams who incredibly tied for gold, and reminisced about olympics of yore when germany was still divided into east and west. rich and i had recently learned that the berlin wall has now been down as many days as it had been up, and grampy remembered having written an essay about the berlin wall in his younger days.

quinn got up  before me again the next day, but it was because he had fallen out of bed (from a mattress on the floor, so no biggie) and he immediately went downstairs to grammy, who tucked him into her bed for another 15 minutes so he could have a gentle wake up. my favorite thing is that he doesn’t bother to wake me up, because why would he when there is a perfectly good grammy to go to?

the paper airplane shop began in earnest on this day, and lasted through the rest of the week. mario’s design for an airplane called a scooty was a big hit, and many prototypes were made. the living room was a big mess after a while, but i grabbed a brown paper bag and named it the “airplane garage” at one point, said it was time for the boys to park their airplanes in the garage if they were ready to go outside, and they were, so they did. it got called “the garage” the rest of the week.

luigi made himself a parachute and wanted to do an egg drop, and i encouraged him (he was inspired by quinn’s parachute which he had seen in oregon) and then he and i went up to the barn to drop it off the hay loft, and it worked great! he was so thrilled.

in the world of olympics, it was the day lindsey vonn was doing her downhill skiing and we were screaming our heads off just as though we actually care about skiing.

that afternoon the kids played outside in the 60 degree weather for hours on end: swinging on the tire swing, climbing trees, building shelters, riding bikes, trying to jump on the pogo stick… and generally running around in the breezy mild weather.

before dinner, boys were hanging around the table so i put a pile of place mats and napkins, a stack of plates and a pile of utensils on one end of it and asked who would like to help with setting the table. quinn and schroeder (quinn’s newest cousin) handled the whole thing. quinn made a comment that he can’t refuse because he is a certified technician, and the tone of what he said was so cheerful and positive (instead of “i’m obligated” it was more like “i feel compelled to and proud to do it.”)

quinn did so well with bedtimes and routine, possibly motivated by the fact that he then ended up being the first cousin up every morning to monopolize grammy time.

i got up early and went to see my friend the next morning and when i got home, quinn was playing chess with uncle t (who took the day off wed) and i guess they got a few games in before the other boys woke up.

we all cheered on the olympic short track skaters because… well, because!

then rich and quinn and i went to visit uncle b, and got to see his baby goats (bowie and pixie, boy and girl, so cute!) and then go to his practice space so quinn could see his drums and he could show him some stuff. i took video of each of the beats he showed quinn so i can put them on his computer for him to play back and try to replicate… he had this look of awe listening to uncle b on the drums. he was kind of shy once he got behind the drums himself and it took him a minute to play anything, but he did do the basic rhythm he knows, and then he ad libbed a little bit and it was pretty cool. uncle b said, “he’s got that rew music gene” and seemed proud to have a nephew following in his drumming foorsteps. i am so glad they got that time together. he encouraged quinn to listen to certain drummers, and named several bands who have inspired him… quinn was soaking it all in.

that night i happened upon a scene in which quinn, luigi and mario were trying to make an origami cat using a you tube video, and uncle t was trying to help them. i sat in to try to help as well, but it was a difficult one, and we ended up watching the second half and realizing we should bail. then the boys helped quinn make an easy 5-fold origami yoda they had learned, and then i put quinn to bed.

the next morning at 8:00 i started seeing snowflakes… quinn came downstairs a few minutes after 8 and it was snowing in earnest, and the sound of him gasping… priceless. he told me he never saw it snowing before, only had woken up to snow being already on the ground, so he was feeling the magic. i asked if he wanted to go out right away, but he said no, he wanted to wait until there was some on the ground and then go out and play. it just kept falling and falling all day! 8 hours later there were 6 inches on the ground, and many giant snowballs, snow people, the base of an igloo, and ski tracks. quinn’s snow person had a big base, and tapered to a very small head, and he called it the security guard.

skiing was such an intense emotional experience for him. i found all of my gear from when i was his age (miracle… shoes in attic, skis in barn. poles in cellar…) and we realized the boots fit him fine! so we snapped him into the skis, and he was excited! and then he was frustrated! and then he was angry at me! and then he was angry at skis! and then he was on top of the world again! like that, for the whole time. he was so happy to be doing it (i mean, olympics mania was not lost on the boy) and yet it did not come easily, and he fell and it didn’t feel great, and he didn’t think i was right that falling is an essential part of the learning process with skiing. later on, we had yet another conversation about how sometimes we can be perfectionists…. and i think he is gaining insight about that all the time. so all in all, i am very glad i put him on those skis, and put that good challenge in front of him, and though it was not easy, it was enjoyable and a memory he will love forever.

schroeder came over, and quinn and mario went sledding with him and they had tons of fun. the snow kept falling… then at 4:00, it stopped and the sun came out! so we retired to the indoors for tacos! it was a wonderful, snowy birthday eve.

birthday!

there has been much written on the subject of this day already, a cold and rainy, paper folding, family gathering, peach pie eating, wonderful day of celebrating with his whole family all together on his birthday for the very first time.

in the morning we went to the cider mill and got to see andy and molly. they had been out of town visiting family for spring break, but it was so good to get to see them again. we got apples and donuts and went back to the house for play time until we had to leave for the airport.

quinn used his new birthday present book on star wars origami when he got home to create r2d2 and c3po. he had a frustration at one point and as i was trying to talk him through staying with it and staying calm, he told me, “i’m a perfectionist.” his increasing level-headed awareness of this inner challenge will help him so much in overcoming the associated obstacles!

he has been exploring more game programming using scratch. on one occasion he looked at trying to make a dinosaur bone digging game in scratch, and he played some other peoples’ games about dinosaurs.

he also started making a game called kashyyyk battle. one of the books i gave him for his birthday was about making star wars games in scratch. he read a bunch of it on the plane ride, and it is amazing to me how he started with making the (someone else’s icon design) whale swim across the screen to now googling “how to make gravity in scratch” and implementing all this crazy code and designing these characters himself (drawing individual pixels). yoda has a lightsaber that appears if you press space bar, to kill the clones… it’s a work in progress, but he got gravity working… and he knows exactly what he is going to do, he just needs more time to implement it all.

 

one afternoon, he thought of an idea for a new “story mode” game, after experiencing “scratch – story mode” and given some prior experience with “minecraft – story mode.” he worked in his graph notebook that bears the label “quinn’s games” to develop 3 characters (they bear striking resemblance to quinn himself, and his cousins mario and luigi) and began percolating some ideas about the story line of the game, in which he knew the heroes would encounter at least one dragon.

on time management… i’ve had him start using a white board to plan his time. one non-school friday he woke up just before 9 and he had until 2:30 when he’d leave for his dad’s, so i had him plan out his day in segments of 30 minutes. he got to choose when to have breakfast, lunch, music practice and homework, and then see how many other half hours were left for free choice (a game of bone wars, time to himself, time with me; i gave restrictions on my own time such as needing the time slot before his lunch free for making lunch) and he followed the plan pretty much to the letter and with only a little bit of grumbling/processing and a growing awareness of the passage of time (we used a timer for each 30 minute segment). i haven’t asked him to plan every evening, but some evenings i do bring it up, so he does less leaving things until the last minute or skipping them entirely (music practice is hard to fit in without some intentional planning, with all the karate and trying to get to bed on time and lengthy dinner and bath processes). this seemed like an area that could do with more scaffolding and coaching, and it seems like the right time to get some practice in before middle school.

one small victory in this area was that he got caught up on a whole week of reading summaries in one night. typically, he struggles against writing even one summary, and he is required to write four of them per week. he didn’t write any while we were in new york, believing he did not need to, but found out when he got back that he actually did need to. he set a goal for himself to have it done by wednesday, and worst case scenario friday, so he wouldn’t have to miss any recess to finish it at school. (that would take place after the one week grace period, so the following monday). he got home from karate one night and set to work and got 6 summaries written; not only did he get the back work done, but got himself up to date on his current homework for that week. all without a single mention from me, he just did it.

also in the department of planning ahead, he knows that he wants to do a comparison of the various mythologies he has learned about- greek, roman, egyptian, norse – when he spends his week opted out of testing.

for his karate birthday, i brought mini cupcakes and sifu gave him an amazing gift of throwing knives that quinn has been ogling in sifu’s weapons case for a while now. it’s so neat how he pays attention to what the kids care about. i brought cookies to school for his birthday on the monday he went back, since he had his actual birthday while he was in new york.

hat day ~ guitar and other instruments keep him interested in music even if his principal instrument is causing frustration ~cracking crab

“look out, snack shelf, because here comes winter storm quinn!” we had to laugh that winter storm quinn came and hit new york the week after we visited.

we celebrated st. patty’s with our local family. corned beef, green jello, plasma cars, and all the usual fixings!

quinn’s class took a 3 day field trip to outdoor school at the local omsi site known as camp grey. i chaperoned for two out of three days, so i got to photo document as well.

on day 1, the topics were marine mammals and birds. after stretching out a rope and visualizing the actual lengths of various marine mammals, from sea otter to blue whale, the kids got to cycle through stations, checking out bones, retrieving “food” out of water using different tools to represent baleen (strainer) and teeth (chopsticks), donning a blubber glove to see how much warmer it makes the water feel, dropping slinkies from their ears to the ground to test out echolocation, and designing their own marine mammal based on the adaptations they’d learned about. after lunch, they hiked to the jetty and did some great bird watching, spying an osprey nest, many cormorants, and a few other species, in addition to some harbor seals.

on day 2, our group went on a nice long hike to the beach! to warm up our brains before we left, we did an exercise using a crumpled up piece of paper to represent a watershed. the kids drew waterways where they seemed likely to exist based on the paper’s “topography”, and then the leader used a squirt bottle to demonstrate how the water would flow around the watershed. the hike involved some plant identification, a fun game of tag to represent the food web, and a fair amount of free time to explore and play.

and one certified cursive signature writing technician!

pi day!

quinn had his half-purple belt test! he tested alongside two of his peers who were receiving their green belts, so it was a pretty intense and thorough test, in which each kid was truly taken to their edge and made it back safely. each kid also had a chance to showcase the areas in which he shines, and while the other boys were both very strong in sparring, quinn’s talent for memorizing forms and for understanding theory were also displayed.

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the science fair event was held at quinn’s school. i appreciated quinn’s teacher’s approach once again in that her class did a group effort sandwich board and a nice bulletin board, and skipped the individual displays (aside from worm bins! the actual experiment!)

it was a nice opportunity to talk with his teacher about him, whereas my usual capacity as a classroom mentor or field trip chaperone doesn’t often allow for that. she is looking ahead to middle school and said that she will recommend him for the 7-8 accelerated math class beginning in the fall. even better, she knew more about the teacher than i do, and said “i want him to have her right away.” this bodes very well, coming from this wonderful teacher with whom i feel very lucky he has gotten to spend fifth grade.

i also got to hear about how she feels quinn “thinks so outside of the box” and uses language in “ways i’ve never heard from other students.” she told me, “sometimes i put quinn’s assignment  on the bottom of the pile to save it for last, it’s like dessert!

i looked over at quinn, who was listening in, and said, “it’s story ice cream in a bowl.” and he smiled.

eleven ~ the time of returning

 

cue the soundtrack… the eleven by the grateful dead is the only song i know that has a time signature of eleven beats per measure! also, i liked that this version was recorded on 8-23-68, quinn’s half birthday, 50 years ago! if we add my age and his together right now, we get 50! oh the number fun to be had on birthdays….

 

eleven is such a delightfully large, odd, indivisible, palindromic, prime number! but i’ve had a thing for the number eleven for a while now. my young synesthete sees 1 and therefore also 11 in the color red, but for me it’s got a red violet hue.

 

the eleven

High green chilly winds and windy vines
In loops around the twisted shafts of lavender,
They’re crawling to the sun.
Underfoot the ground is patched
With arms of ivy wrapped around the manzanita,
Stark and shiny in the breeze.
Wonder who will water all the children of the garden
When they sigh about the barren lack of rain and
Droop so hungry neath the sky.
William Tell has stretched his bow till it won’t stretch
No furthermore and/or it may require a change that hasn’t come before.
No more time to tell how, this is the season of what,
Now is the time of returning with our thought
Jewels polished and gleaming.
Now is the time past believing the child has relinquished the rein,
Now is the test of the boomerang tossed in the night of redeeming.
Seven faced marble eyed transitory dream doll,
Six proud walkers on the jingle bell rainbow,
Five men writing with fingers of gold,
Four men tracking down the great white sperm whale,
Three girls waiting in a foreign dominion
Riding in the whale belly, fade away in moonlight,
Sink beneath the waters to the coral sands below.
Songwriters: Philip Lesh / Robert C. Hunter

 

now is the time of returning… back from another revolution around the sun… to our other homeland of new york… to seeing my child at an age of my own childhood that i remember more vividly than the ones he has been before… now is the time of returning with our thought jewels polished and gleaming!

the more i mull over these lyrics, the more appropriate for a birthday they seem… now is the time past believing the child has relinquished the rein… at first glance this line suggests passing beyond a point of no return, an ending to the innocence of childhood, but upon further reflection, it seems to get beyond assumptions that growing up means the child has gone away, and instead a realization of the child’s intactness in spite of added years. he’s still there galloping along, and we’re past believing he has relinquished the rein.

we might do another double take with the initially despairing thought of wonder(ing) who will water all the children of the garden, but bringing that thought back around to its beginning once more, we might realize it is wonder who will water all the children of the garden. simple yet profound in the layers of meaning. seeing quinn’s delight in the falling snow, hearing him gasp on the morning he awoke to see it falling, and watching his gleeful play assured me that wonder is still watering his garden.

arriving at this age that already seems pre-packaged with extra attitude and a side of, “mom, why do you have to be so embarrassing?” it is easy to feel like childhood may be approaching an ending, but there is so much childhood still inside this kid, and truly in all of us troubled grown ups as well, so much wonder and joy and spunk. yet, this season of what brings new levels of flexibility, awareness, and resilience (evidence of all of these i can already see, mere days into his time as an eleven year old) that shine like thought jewels polished and gleaming, ensuring this will be his best year yet. it may require a change that hasn’t come before, but already i see him rising to the challenges and responding with an ever-expanding consciousness.

i like the word indivisible, concerning eleven’s numerical properties. i think it’s resonating for me given how far quinn has come in his ability to roll with changes and handle emotions, and i think he’s well equipped with tools to keep his spirit whole and intact. indivisible.

for his birthday, i bundled up my stick figure in a hodge podge of hand-me-downs and rapidly serged old pieces of fleece, and stuck him on the cross country skis i used when i was his age. (now is the time of returning…) with olympics mania running rampant through the rew house, he was very excited to try, but he has yet to embrace the concept that falling down a lot is a required part of the skiing process. he did say, however, that if he wins an olympic medal for skiing one day, he’ll tell them to thank me.

 

it was special for the whole family to get to celebrate the birthday of this particular boy together, for the first time ever!

he is startlingly tall, standing with his grampy. this is all going according to his plan to avenge his mama by becoming taller than his uncles… 6’7″, here he comes.

he opened one birthday present early in the day, because i had an inkling the cousins would get a lot of fun out of using this gift together. there has been a simultaneous bi-coastal dive into origami among the cousins, between their reading origami yoda books and his learning octahedron folding in school. much of the rainy, windy birthday was spent inside, folding colored paper into dinosaurs, yodas, and more octahedra! the entire week produced several large bags full of paper airplanes, and many empty rolls of tape, so the grand finale of origami paper and books was a fitting culmination.

make-your-own-birthday-decorations. we kept it low key, and the kids provided all that was needed in the way of birthday decor.

snow – his birthday (eve) wish come true!

so much good quality time with family made his birthday all the more wonderful. homemade pizza for dinner, time with his aunts, uncles, grammy, and grampy, and playing with his cousins… the simple joys were all he needed.

given his arrival at the age at which harry potter first stepped aboard the hogwarts express, a harry potter theme ran throughout his birthday week, including a gift of some sheet music from the movie soundtrack to play on his bells, and a tournament of wizard chess games played against his uncle t. i love the way this boy makes connections in unique ways with each individual member of his extended family.

high green chilly winds and windy vines… now is the time of returning…

this past year it has finally occurred to me that his time of birth, 3:14, has numerical significance. yep, my baby was born at pi o’clock. and he is nerdy enough to find that quull. we also ate pie for his birthday, homemade peach pie to be exact, a gift of summer made by his grammy’s loving hands, and delivered across the kitchen with flaming candles by his uncle b, accompanied by a chorus of voices of cousins, aunts, uncles, parents, and grandparents.

 

turn it up to eleven!

uncle b also showed him a thing or two on his drum set, much to quinn’s delight! he’s a proud walker on the jingle bell rainbow… (i hadn’t noticed the rainbow lyric in this song until this writing, but… of course!) not only has he progressed well with jingling his bells with mallets in the past several months, he has begun to learn drum rolls and paradiddles! again, watching him connect with my brother on this level made me so very happy.

a very happy, snowy, indivisible, jingle bell rainbow, eleventh birthday to my favorite boy!

~rainbow mondays~ snow colors

 

it’s been a whirlwind week of fun with family in new york, and i have the rainbow to prove it. here is one of quinn’s hand-crafted birthday decorations, a rainbow octahedron, complete with barney the origami allosaurus, hanging in the rew kitchen!

we’ll start with white, the most abundant color in this rainbow. the goal of this trip to new york was to get quinn there to experience some snow, a goal he has held for several years. it was a little touch and go for a few days, after the leftover snow we enjoyed on day one had given way to 60 degree weather, but on his birthday eve, quinn’s birthday wish came true. he woke up to falling flakes.

white: by the time he had rolled his last snowball into his igloo  base, a good 6 inches had accumulated.

white: making the most of the aforementioned leftovers, the day of our arrival.

white: fancy ice formations

 

white: birthday eve snowman construction, while the snow continued to fall.

white: amazing how quickly it accumulates.

white: hard at work on his “security guard” at the top of the driveway.

white: after sledding his heart out, he certainly slept well that night!

white: one of the biggest kids of all is the one i’m married to…

 

white: winter wonderland!

white: and then… the storm was over and the sun came out! good thing we enjoyed it while it lasted!

red: playing near grampy’s barn on the day of our arrival with his cousins.

red: it was that certain kind of snow that sculpts itself into formations as it slides off the edge of the barn roof…

red: ida red and northern spy at the local cider mill where we got fresh warm donuts and got to see our foster cousins “andy and molly.” though these two sweeties are back with their mom, they will always be a part of our family.

orange: a happy boy riding downhill on a vintage sled.

golden-brown: the local herd visiting the lower field.

yellow: black-eyed susan stems at sunset.

yellow: sunset over the leftover snow on our first day.

yellow: golden glow on the windowpanes.

yellow: the last light of day casting the walnut tree’s shadow on the porch windows.

 

yellow: sunset on sparkly icicles.

green: shelter building on a much warmer day with cousins and newest foster cousin. this was our first meeting of this cousin, who shall be called schroeder (not his real name), for his attraction to the piano.

green: sawing limbs for the shelter.

green: wake up snuggle with grammy.

green: everyone loves to snuggle with her…

blue: confused geese, not sure which way to go on such a warm day between snow storms.

blue: the rainbows on the old harvestore silo have always made me happy.

 

purple: i let the other kids do most of the sledding and snow playing, but i did go down the hill once or twice.

 

purple: then i sat around taking photos of snowflakes and icicles and sunsets while i supervised the shenanigans.

pink-purple-golden sky at the end of a snowy day.

maybe i’ll just call it red violet.

 

~rainbow mondays~

a splash of color on monday

a photo study documenting the colors of the spectrum: the balance points between light reflected and light absorbed

the big apple

i’ve been feeling funky, i’m not gonna lie. maybe not coincidentally, i’ve been quiet around this here blog, so i think i’m going to make a point to get back to writing, in the name of self care. i think i’ll start with the story of our trip to new york, since i only really posted the photo tour version of that so far. this one will have more words… and also plenty of pictures.

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friday, september 9

we departed our house, picked quinn up from school early, and headed to rich’s daughter’s house. we ate pizza and she and quinn compared pokedex (is the plural of pokedex pokedexes? pokedices?) before she drove us to the airport. during the first leg of the flight (all the way to jfk) i performed some knee levitation. at one point sleeping  quinn was putting his legs over on sleeping rich and i was basically holding quinn’s leg up in the air trying to help them both. we all joked about it later on.

saturday, september 10

billy joel crooned she’s got a way over the airport loudspeaker as we arrived in syracuse. we got our bags, and as we were renting a car called an outlander quinn asked, “is it an off roader?” we got off the interstate a few exits early to stop by the coffee place and buy good coffee beans for the week, and drive some back roads to the farm. quinn got a not so hot soy milk and rich and i got coffee so we felt more perky by the time we arrived than when we had landed. it seems that the people of central new york don’t get many kids who want warm soy milk with no flavoring.

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we wasted no time in embarking upon the first of many apple excursions, starting with tree #1, with grammy, grampy, rich, quinn, uncle t, mario and luigi. the boys and men rode behind the tractor on the hay wagon while i drove my mom in the jeep. because she had hurt her knee and wasn’t getting around well, the boys would pick her the apples and bring them to her, and she would number each one by tree so she could identify their varieties.

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grampy grilled burgers, hot dogs, and speedies for dinner. uncle t made potato salad. i took a random walk up in the field, and took lots of flower pictures heading towards sunset. it wasn’t the most spectacular sunset ever, but the lighting was wonderful.

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sunday, september 11

i helped my mom get to church in the morning,  and as we were about 5 minutes late for the start of the service, it just happened to be “meet and greet” time when i walked her inside, so i ended up getting about 16 hugs, then ducked out to go back home for coffee in my groggy state.

i did quite a bit of cooking during the week, but breakfasts were really the only thing i had to think about, because otherwise the menu had been planned ahead, so i just had to execute the plan. i made biscuits and gravy one day, and used up random bits of beans and chips one day to do my standard huevos rancheros that i make a couple of times a week at home; egg sandwiches on english muffins, raisin toast, apple cinnamon oatmeal. quinn had good choice cereal which is the generic form of life cereal, one of his faves. grampy and mario both love good choice, too.

grampy started a new “path” with his tractor from the top of the orchard down into the heart of it… right off the cliff, essentially. he got sort of stuck because couldn’t go back up the steep hill, so he left tractor in place and decided to continue clearing his way down hill the next day until he made it out at the bottom of the orchard.

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he’s a special guy.

that night we had lasagna for dinner – grammy had prepared a whole bunch of food ahead of time… lots of it frozen and ready to toss in the oven, such as the 2 pans of lasagna.  all i had to do was turn the oven on, toss a salad, slice some bread.

after dinner we had a bonfire that night.

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recording such mundane facts as what we ate for meals was a comfortingly odd juxtaposition to the reflecting i was doing regarding this being the 15th anniversary of 9/11. i had been there on the farm for the very same week in 2001, right in between a west-to-east road trip back from my summer job in the trees of washington state, and an east-to-west road trip to my new job among the whale molecules of berkeley. when my brother’s friend joe called, i was up a ladder painting the trim around this window:

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which i’m pretty sure has been replaced since that paint job. i got down off the ladder to answer the phone and he said, “you have to wake b up. you guys need to turn on the tv,” which was more words than he had ever said to me. so many memories, so much processing to do when i arrived in berkeley all alone with what i could fit in my corsica. i filled journals that year trying to make sense of it all.

for me, the new york skyline will always be remembered as i saw it from the deck of a ship, circa 1998-2000:

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we each have our memories of that time period, our “where i was” story, our meaning we’ve made from what happened. even those of us who didn’t lose anyone close to us, were only a degree or two separated from the near misses and tragic losses of our fellow americans, and even that required time to heal. i am so grateful for another september 11 passing when what to eat and whether to take a walk were the heaviest topics to be addressed.

monday, september 12

i woke up super early… 6 am, before mom or dad was up, but dad got up a few minutes after me, and mom maybe a half hour later. I sat on the couch in the living room and snuggled kitties with a mom quilt on my lap and worked on pictures on my computer. i felt kind of out of it, but a few hours later I was better. perhaps because it was only 3 am oregon time… sigh.

mario and luigi went to school.

since we weren’t ready to go up to the apple orchard when dad was ready, he got up on the barn roof and started pounding nails…

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dad, rich and I went up and finished the new path/road; dad used a pole saw (a chain saw you can reach up and saw limbs with) and rich used a chainsaw… manly stuff and bonding and brainstorming ideas of strategies to get the tractor out. at some point i walked back down to the house and left the two of them to work at it some more.

instead, mom and i looked at my mom’s wedding dress. she had me get out the boxes from her closet, and she was sitting with her feet up, so I pulled out the dress and laid it on her so she could wear it. she was laughing. I got out the veil too, which was “fifty miles long” as she describes it, and she put that on her head too. i won’t be wearing her dress (couldn’t if i wanted to) for my own wedding, but brought it back with me in case it can be incorporated into our wedding in some way. neither of us is very “girly” but it was fun girl time. she also spent some time trying to find a mother-of-the-bride dress for our wedding, her main criteria is that she wants it to be fuschia, a.k.a. red violet. aww, mom.

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dad finally emerged from the orchard, victorious, on his tractor.

the boys came home from school.

i went outside and worked on pounding nails into the barn roof with dad. rich highjacked my camera and took a bunch of pictures of my butt the roof work.

that night for dinner, uncle b and aunt c and kids came up to share the other pan of lasagna; i did the cooking/reheating again but took frequent breaks for photographing the magical light coming into the barn, etc. uncle t had the boys up in the hayloft playing basketball.

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i took contraband pictures of all 5 kids playing together on the wagon. as anyone who’s read my blog for a while knows, i utilize pseudonyms (i know you’re shocked to learn my younger brother did not actually name his offspring luigi and mario) and nicknames (e.g. rich’s granddaughters are pancakes) for kids other than quinn. i’ve decided to refer to the new cousins as andy and molly, not their real names, which might be obvious if you got the toy story reference to the older brother/younger sister pair. i don’t know them well enough yet to know if they even like toy story, but i haven’t met anyone yet who doesn’t, so i’ll go with it and hope for the best.

molly is a little tomboy in some ways, but with the perfect balance of girly; obviously it’s novel for our family to have a girl child in the midst. she loves to draw animals and rainbows, practices cartwheels while the boys play ninja jedi games, and then jumps in as a ninja jedi, too. she told me about her really cute swimsuit, in great detail. both kids are wonderful, and they both fit in so nicely with the other cousins. i love them both immediately in a big way.

when it was 8 and time for all the kids to come in so andy and molly could go home and so luigi and mario could get to bed to be up for school in the morning, i announced to all the kids that it was time, and when they didn’t all come running, i specifically addressed quinn, saying, “i expect you to be a leader and set an example of what needs to be done because you are one of the older kids.” quinn came running then, and right on his heels was andy. it delighted me to see them both rise to the “older cousin” occasion like that.

i think quinn took the older kid/example thing to heart, leading by example throughout the week. he got into kind of a caretaker mode as well, with grammy; he was very attentive to her, delivered her drinks or her cane or piles of folded laundry, emptied the silverware out of the dishwasher, with no grumbling, only sometimes a kind of jokingly “aww man do i have to” comment as he was heading to carry out the request, and then only if it wasn’t to help grammy specifically, because when helping her, he was very earnest. at bedtimes, he listened to his audio story (at the moment he was working through the heroes of olympus series and was listening  to the mark of athena) and there was so little i needed to do to get him to bed. he put his pj pants on, brushed his teeth, used the bathroom, got into bed and popped on his headphones. it was very helpful to me, so i didn’t stress as much about interfering with the cousins’ nightly routine. cousin quinn gracefully ducked out of the situation with no fuss, and i inwardly said three cheers for age 9 and a half!

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tuesday, september 13

we went back up to the explore the newly opened territory in the orchard with grammy and quinn along this time, too. we explored and tagged trees 63-69 and also 70-71 on the top field. trees 70 and 71 had ginormous puffball mushrooms growing underneath them.

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Q and i rode along to school to pick up the  boys (so they didn’t have to ride the bus, so we could have a teensy bit more time with them).

we went to uncle b and aunt c’s for dinner. c made yummy corn chowder and we had sandwiches and fruit and veggies (carrots/celery) and it was simple and really good. the kids swam in the pool before dinner. watching andy put on sunscreen and then automatically turn to put it on his sister really struck me as symbolic of how he has guarded over her in their lives so far; she just holds her arms out and he sprays them. they have a system, it’s so sweet and yet… he’s a little parent, at such a young age. they had so much fun in the pool. uncle t actually got in and swam, i put on my suit to be a lifeguard if needed,  but i didn’t get in. the kids used the noodles as fishing poles and caught “t fish” and “andy fish” and so on. squeals and giggles and lots of splashing.

andy and quinn get along great. they chatted pokemon, star wars, who knows what else. it’s an adjustment for me, to be so out of the loop on conversations my kid is having. i was out of earshot for most of his cousin conversations and it’s not yet comfortable for me. but then when i do overhear things, i realize, “okay, he’s a good guy. he says good things.”

during the days, quinn played some minecraft on my computer, some phone games, and drew on his graph paper (i suggested making maps of apple trees but he did not, he made up video games) and watched baseball. when in new york, do as the mets fans do. i think that must have really felt like vacation to him, so much “yes” from me in the screen department. he was also outside so much and helping out, and so i felt like he earned some game time. he even got to play super mario on the wii by himself while the boys were at school one afternoon.

i kept referring to him as a “certified ____ technician” when i asked him to do a chore or a task: “congratulations, you’re a certified shoe fetching technician or a certified silverware technician and he would laugh and groan and go ahead and do the job.

he took exactly one bath, which i’m sure also really felt like vacation since i normally make him take a few more than that in a week. he was fascinated by the glug of water in the bathroom sink when the tub was draining, and afterwards, he explained to me, “the tub and sink go to the same drain just like your nose and mouth go to the same throat.”

he was very solicitous to grammy, helping her up and down the two wide steps to the porch, and at one point he answered her statement of, “i’m fine” with, “well, i’ll go with you, because we don’t want to take any risks.”

grammy and i both thought he sounded an awful lot like me just then. the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree!

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wednesday, september 13

we explored the trees on the far eastern end of the farm. q took his rainbow pictures and climbed big mama, a.k.a. tree number 21.

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a clump of joe pye weed and a young elderberry were dug and replanted down near the house for grammy.

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rich and quinn and i went for a drive to get sweet corn and some other random items (like ice cream to go with apple crisp) at farm stands.

i notice that luigi and mario both naturally gravitate outside, from the looks of it to my auntie eye, to regulate emotions. i saw luigi go out all alone and just kind of… boy around, picking up sticks and climbing around on things, lurking around tree trunks.  mario is also very into being outside, and would probably be out all the time if he could. he’s a little naturalist and knows all the plants and animals and what the plants are used for, whether they are edible or medicinal.

dinner involved the whole family again- meatloaf, corn, potatoes, and apple crisp. mom had made the meatloaf ahead and put it in the freezer, so i just popped them into the oven again.

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quinn and luigi went up on the barn roof with grampy and uncle t just before dinner. they wound up the strings that had been guidelines for where to put nails in, because the nailing was done and the next day we would paint before the metal sheeting would be put on the roof.

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the cousin quintet all played kickball with grampy before dinner.

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thursday, september 14

we still had a few trees left to visit at the east end, so quinn, grammy, grampy, rich and i went in the jeep. we got some more apples for identifying. rich and i walked back together while quinn rode back with grammy and grampy. dragonflies and butterflies got their pictures taken. when we got back, quinn and grammy were settled on the porch, grammy with her laptop and apple basket and reference book, and quinn with his graph paper and pencil. i spent a few hours painting the barn with rich. the boys got home from school, so t got them changed into paint clothes and the two of them came up and “helped”. quinn also decided he was interested in helping and climbed up. in between all this, I was also taking breaks to make pizza dough and then when we got inside, the boys all helped me top the pizzas. quinn helped with additional things like putting silverware away and getting the table set.

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that night rich and i went to b’s sanjuro fields rehearsal and it was super good. they have really improved as a band, and they are very efficient with their practices now, and it’s cool. 3 out of the 5 guys are parents so i think they have streamlined to: let’s get these songs rehearsed, have a beer, and head home to families. it was nice to get to talk to b one on one and hear him talk about being a parent…. so magical. he is a good dad.

b was saying how andy has really gotten over his initial testing of limits with them. he tested them, they held, he moved on. he is really a pleasant kid. nice smile, kind, playful, funny, fun sense of humor, good manners. miss molly could be described in the same way, but unlike andy’s brief limit testing, she is still working on it. testing, testing, testing. not in any kind of malicious way, but for example “she never remembers to put on socks!” he said she is off in her own world. (me: “ohhhhh I know about kids like that.”) i shared my strategies that i use with quinn (and rich backed me up on this – i have seen him do this more and more with quinn, it doesn’t come naturally but he really makes an effort) to join quinn in his world and somehow make the thing get done within that framework, such as we need to get in the car becomes “let’s jump in the millenium falcon” or put on your clothes becomes “get your robes on, the hogwarts express is about to arrive” b, who has been a parent for about 9 months was not convinced he could do that, but it was still fun comparing notes. i told him i think kids do that testing thing the most with people they trust the most and feel the safest with (which was always my interpretation when quinn would do infuriating things at a younger age) in hopes that seeing it in that light might help b be encouraged: he is doing it right.

rich could share insight too, since he had a boy and a girl roughly the same years apart in age, and sharing how he realized he needed to talk to his little girl a bit differently than he talked to his little boy. his son was pretty impervious and needed to hear it loudly and clearly, whereas if he said it like that to his daughter, she could crumble, so he had to take his time and explain more quietly with her. things like that. i love how he connects with each member of my family.

 

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friday, september 15

one last apple excursion… dad had made another tractor foray into the thicket, and discovered about 3 more trees. we were able to get to two of them and collect “specimens”. quinn was helping hold grammy up, and being her helper. one of the two new trees we got to is rich’s and my new favorite because it’s got such a cool twisted gnarly trunk. i picked mom some more grapes for jelly.

it was a mellow day. i wrapped up my shadow box and finally got it shipped out to oregon via ups. this had really been an ordeal the year before, culminating in me melting down and shoving the whole thing back in the attic, but this year finished wrapping cardboard around it and got it all packaged up.

after school we took the boys on the mountain coaster at greek peak, and luigi rode with rich because he promised to go as fast as possible. i also had to go fast, as per quinn’s request. quinn had specifically asked that we go on the coaster again this year, so we made sure to make it happen. mario needed to ride with t. (i just love how he calls t by his first name. i don’t know why it makes me smile. luigi actually calls him dad more often than not, which i love equally, because it’s heartwarming seeing my little bro as a dad.)

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i took pictures of mom taking pictures of apples. and of her lists of apple names, because i love them, especially in her handwriting. blue pearmain, chenango strawberry, winter banana, mother, wealthy, red astrachan, hubbardston none-such, jeffries,  rhode island greening, tolman sweet, newtown pippin, roxbury russet…

t helped the boys fly their kite, and they also tried to fly their millenium falcon plane, but it needed to be charged. it was so funny to hear mario laughing at quinn asking what it was made out of, “it’s made of stagger phone, silly!” (styrofoam, hehe.)

dad and rich worked on cables dad is installing to stabilize the barn. they’re a good team, and i think dad appreciates rich’s intuitiveness with the hands-on stuff. quinn played some more basketball in the hayloft while they worked.

we all ate dinner out at perkins, dad’s treat (all except b, because he had to work, but c brought the kids). quinn and andy ordered cheeseburgers and mac and cheese, and all the kids sat at one end, so again i have no idea what they talked about although I did overhear one thing where andy was saying something about his dad. quinn responded, “do you mean b? oh, you mean your dad, not your foster dad.” i could see andy appreciating the complete acceptance from quinn of “been there, done that” with multiple household families. on a questionnaire quinn filled out at back-to-school night, he put down “being a friend” as one of his strengths; i saw it in practice with andy. it seemed like andy felt pretty comfortable discussing whatever with quinn, knowing quinn would just go with the flow. I had noticed quinn wanting to sit beside andy the other night when we ate dinner at c and b’s, and they were side by side again this night, ordering the same food… pulling on all the heart strings.

when we got home i took pictures of the full moon by the barn. rich and quinn and i ran down to b’s work to hug him since we’d be leaving the next day.

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when we got home, t and i got our (carefully crafted via discussions over email) oregon trail game going… role play with the boys was the goal, and it was achieved… when they got to what food they’d bring:

mario: i’m going to bring a sack of potatoes and a sack of punkins! and eggs!

luigi: i’m not bringing any eggs, i’m bringing the container for eggs! a chicken!

mario: i’m bringing a chicken that sometimes lays chicks and sometimes lays eggs for eating!

quinn “actually chicken eggs develop chicks only if they’re fertilized….”

hahaha i love how their age differences balance their play, this was something grammy also commented on at various times, how integrating kids of different ages is good for all of them!

the game was fun, though we only made it through the first river crossing, but they really got into the idea of the game, traveling to oregon, trading goods, repairing wagons, deciding how many oxen to have, deciding whether to ford the river or pay for the ferry or try to caulk the wagon and float it across… all kinds of fun, and it made staying up late making perler bead wagons worthwhile.

saturday, september 16

grammy and grampy were going to trinity valley farm store that morning as is their usual custom, to re-stock mom’s soap that she sells there. i had never been to it, so rich and quinn and i decided to get up early enough to go with them. it was a picturesque little farm stand store, and the owners are a sweet young couple. quinn helped grammy re-stock the soap. we bought fresh donuts and luigi had asked me to buy him rock candy while we were there, so quinn picked out green for himself and luigi, and reached way to the bottom for a red one for mario. kind of fun to know he is in tune with those things like favorite colors of his cousins.

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the kids finally got to fly the stagger phone millenium falcon… we packed up…

we tried one last time to take “the picture” but mario walked the opposite direction, laid on the ground, and basically refused to be a part of it. so we called it a day and left for the airport.

we got to jfk and had a 4 hour layover, so we sat in the “deep blue” restaurant so rich could watch a ducks game, i could edit photos, and we could eat chicken teriyaki and sushi. quinn was the one who wanted sushi, which i love about him.

and then we were home. so ends the 2016 trip to new york recap. can’t wait to go again!

~black and white wednesdays~ tractors and lace

a lot of the photos from this trip seemed to lend themselves to black and white…

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resting up before the flight… he must have been a little tired from his first week of fourth grade!

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these three again…

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these five… i’m letting myself sneak in just this one image, no faces, no names. there’s something universal about climbing on a hay wagon. all the kids are currently in the three school grades that grammy taught during her career: 1st, 3rd and 4th. the cousin quintet.

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something new stands out to me every time i’m back on the farm. this time is was the afternoon light pouring in through the knot-holes in the barn siding. since my dad and i talked about it, i’ll record here that the barn was built in 1903, and the beams are red beech, while the siding is hemlock. my grandfather bought the farm in 1948 when my dad was just 4 years old.

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obviously, i couldn’t get enough of this effect, and am only showing a subset of the barn light pictures i took. i also spent a lot of time up close to the barn siding on the exterior, up a ladder with a paintbrush in my hand.

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same hoop, new generation of rews…

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manly stuff going on here. dad and rich were working on tightening one of the cables they put in to help stabilize the walls of the barn. dad was on the outside, and is climbing down the ladder, which you can see from his reflection in the combine that is parked inside. rich is up in the hayloft checking on the come-along. they also used chain saws together on this trip, and dad seems to think i should hang onto the guy. i think so, too.

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quinn climbed trees that were planted prior to 1948.

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my mom, painstakingly documenting each apple she identifies. i’ve said a lot about lifelong learning, and if you met my parents, you know where i get that from. mom reckons she would like to find a college course in pomology to take. i reckon she has learned so much from her own self-study that she could probably teach it!

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three

 

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in spite of attempting all week to catch the traditional stair step cousins picture again, it still had to be influenced in order to occur. there were a few semi-finalists that would have been okay in a pinch… one hurdle to achieving a certain photo is that these are three sentient beings with relatively unbroken wills. when trying to influence the photo on numerous occasions, one boy would invariably walk the opposite direction, or pull the classic lay down on the grass to spite the photographer move. those photos will be cherished and chuckled at by the parents and grandparents, i am sure.

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another “issue” was that quinn kept ending up in the center of all the organic photos, which is sweet and speaks to his sense of belonging right in the thick of things as a cousin, it just didn’t make the age/height order thing happen as readily. still, freestyle jedis and apple pickers in red white and blue shirts are their own brand of wonderful.

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and so, to review….

 

Picture 622 walk

the original from may 2013, that inspired this whole tradition

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october 2014

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august 2015

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and this year’s finalist… september 2016

one of the most exciting things about this year’s trip was that we got to meet two more cousins, but because they are foster cousins, much discretion with photography must be exercised. so for now, we will maintain the tradition as a cousin trio, but know that in our hearts there are really five kids in a row walking in those new york fields. quinn’s cousin quintet, we might call it.

~rainbow mondays~ goldenrod, periwinkle, red violet, the whole crayon box a.k.a. mama’s new york rainbow

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red: so many apples…

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red: hard to choose! this one is named chenango strawberry.

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red: numbered apples awaiting grammy’s careful identification process.

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red: view of the barn through the apple trees

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red: all the colors were accented with goldenrod this trip.

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red: red hot, that is. this amazing guy.

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red: happy bonfire participant

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red: chatting with mario at the bonfire.

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red: crazy barn reflection in the cellar door window.

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red: the barn. so much red in this rainbow, and the barn is now a little bit redder since we painted some of it during our visit! we also got in on some roofing work.

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red: quinn was pretty proud of being able to get one of the huge nails into the roof all by himself, using his great grandpa’s hammer.

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red: roof all prepped for metal sheets, time to paint!

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red: that’s as far as we got, but at least we won’t drip paint on the new part of the roof next year…

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red-orange: just starting to see some maple leaves turning…

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orange: bonfire fun

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orange: chased quite a few monarchs around the farm, they appreciate the abundant goldenrod. edited to add: this one is actually a viceroy not a monarch! thanks sister-in-law, for the correction! here are a few monarchs, now, for comparison:

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orange: boneset sunset

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orange: seems like a nice road to have grown up on.

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orange: i took a zillion pictures of boneset backlit by the sunset, so i’m oversharing them. i love breaking photography rule number one and shooting directly into the light, and i also love the way the little hairs on the stems of boneset glow when i do.

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orange: daisies

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orange: more boneset. it was breezy, i can kind of still feel it when i look at this one.

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orange: heart-shaped lens.

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orange: kitty adorabubble.

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orange: potentially foreshadowing our next new york visit…

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yellow: or should i say, goldenrod?

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goldenrod sunset

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goldenrod farm

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yellow: daisy glow sunset

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that goldenrod sure has a lot of gall.

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yellow: black-eyed susan were also in bloom, notable because they are not goldenrod.

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yellow: apologies to non spider fans, i couldn’t resist this one.

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yellow: the goldenrod behind these other meadow plants is making them look more yellow than they are.

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green: apples and fields.

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green: lots and lots of this view.

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green: praying mantis with farm in the distance

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green: these ferns are all around the orchards.

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green: between praying mantises and green lacewings and other beneficial predators, the apples should be pest-free.

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green: this guy might also like to eat bugs.

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green: kite flying and lots of cousin time.

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green: a boy is in the top of this big mama tree.

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green: helping grampy tag trees 64 and 65.

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blue: ford 4000 and blue sky.

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blue: ford 4000, blue silo, and mad farmer in blue plaid making his way down the hill through the underbrush.

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blue: chokecherries and wildly blue sky

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blue: pigeon on the barn roof

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blue: people on the barn roof.

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blue: people coming down from the barn roof, with the moon overhead.

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blue: rusty metal wagon parts. i don’t know why i love them so.

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blue: jeans with an accidental heart in barn paint

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blue: jet blue terminal jfk, deep blue restaurant, blue shirt, blue headphones. this boy is so content with an audio story and a plate of sushi. also, pretty creative with chopsticks.

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periwinkle: another good crayon in the box. chicory has always been one of my favorites.

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blue-violet: wild grapes are abundant in the apple orchards. grammy is collecting them in her freezer to make some jelly later on.

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purple: clover

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purple: clover with a pretty moth

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purple: joe pye weed competing with goldenrod in the perennial field flower olympics.

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purple: a dainty field find

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purple: nothing says new york like black raspberry ice cream.

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red violet: pokeweed stems.

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raw umber(?): enormous old-growth puffball mushrooms.

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tan: some of the praying mantises are not green.

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brown: or perhaps burnt sienna? one of the many uses grammy has found for her apples… apple cider soap, complete with homegrown dried apple decorations. i wonder if anyone will notice “the picture” from last year in the background on grammy’s table… stay tuned for this year’s installment of three boys in a row.

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white: my mom’s wedding dress.

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black: good night, farm, and good night moon.

~rainbow mondays~

a splash of color on monday morning evening

a photo study documenting the colors of the spectrum: the balance points between light reflected and light absorbed