Parenting Thoughts
The most important thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother, and the most important thing a mother can do for her children is to love their father.
- Anonymous
Parents who are afraid to put their foot down usually have children who step on their toes.
- Chinese Proverb
The children who grow up romping outside, who know first hand where their food comes from, who get up close and personal with the birds and insects in their neighborhood and who find kinship with animals simply care—care about others, care about their community, and care about their world.
- Kelly Matzen
Why I Love the Pacific Northwest, or, I Just Like to be Lazy Without the Guilt
It’s raining today. It’s GLORIOUS.
Glorious? You might be thinking to yourself. Well, as you may or may not know, I am a true Western Washingtonian. I love that gosh darn rain. And today is especially great because it is the first day it’s rained in MONTHS. Okay, so I exaggerate a little and it’s probably only been a couple of weeks. BUT STILL.
Why do folks from the Pacific Northwest love rain so much? Of course I’m generalizing here but I think most of us who are born and bred here have an affinity for precipitation. For example, when I logged into Facebook this morning there were no fewer than 12 status updates from fellow rain lovers praising the soggy weather.
At first thought, most people think rain, on a day-to-day basis, falls into the “crappy” weather category. And that is true for those people because a gloomy, drippy day is usually not very warm. The sun does not shine and so there is no opportunity for sun bathing, beach combing, gardening, ultimate frisbee, golfing or other such super fun outdoor activities. What fun is it to be stuck inside anyway? Just ask those kids from the Cat in the Hat.
Or you can just ask me.
I love being stuck inside! Well, I love being stuck inside when I haven’t already been stuck inside for seven consecutive days. I do need a break every once in a while to work in my garden or let my two year old run free without trailing mud and worms back into the house. But, on a day like today, when it’s been hot and summery and sunshiney, it’s nice to have a day of cold, drizzly gray skies.
For one, I completely appreciate the rain for the fact that I do not feel guilty for not working in the garden or slathering my son in sunscreen to spend hours outdoors. I appreciate the rain for the fact that, because I am too cheap to water my grass through the heatwaves, it is finally getting the drink it deserves. I appreciate the rain for the fact that it gives me reason to wear cozy wool socks and a thermal long-sleeve shirt with worn out jeans around the house, instead of worrying about if my legs are shaved well enough to go to the grocery store in shorts. I appreciate the rain and the coolness it brings for the motivation to finally use that ham in my freezer to make split pea soup. I appreciate the rain for giving my street and walkways a good rinse and refreshing parched flower beds.
I like to be able to clean my house without breaking a sweat (no one around here has air conditioning) and watch it stay that way, because when we’re stuck inside anyway it’s easier to pick up after ourselves. I like to bundle up in comfy, casual clothes and just hang out for a while and listen to the wind and the rain in the trees. I like to light a candle that smells like fall and play with my son and his trucks and not worry about getting outside and taking advantage of the day.
Go ahead and call it like you see it. I like to be lazy and the beginning of the rainy season doesn’t make me feel bad about it.
There are so many reasons I love the rain and the biggest of which is probably that it is simply comforting. The dry summers make me feel as though I must take advantage and go, go, go. Go work in the yard, go play at the park, go for a run, go to the library (we walk there), go get a tan, go float the river, go set up the sprinklers and fill the pool and weed the garden beds and go do this and go do that. All the while, the outdoors is following us indoors and the mess never gets cleaned up because we just go, go, go.
When the rain starts, that all stops. And don’t get me wrong, I like to go, go, go by the time summer finally comes around again. But right now, I’m ready for fall and winter to be here and the cool, drizzly, drippy, soggy and sometimes downpouring, weather to get here.
Of course, ask me all this in about ten months and I will deny all of it.
Bread, Lattes and Crookneck Squash
I just said a prayer to the blog gods that the blogosphere police won’t arrest me for neglect. I think about you a lot, little bloggy. I jot things down on scratch paper, notes to come back here and write about. But time gets away from me almost every day.
For example, last night I decided that since I’d have the living room to myself for a few hours I would sit down and upload some photos and catch up. The next thing I know, I’d found a great bread recipe and was dumping yeast and flour into my bread machine and although it would be four hours before it was done, I never wound up getting back here. I’m sorry little bloggy. I still love you.
Oh, and the bread turned out fantastic. It was my first try in the bread machine too. Ha! It was super basic, but came out lovely. Firm enough for sandwiches but very soft and not too dense or dry at all. I plan on experimenting with extra ingredients the next time. Honey will go first because I can’t resist a bread anything with honey in it. I’ll also try the dough setting for cinnamon and dinner rolls. If anyone out there has bread making/bread machine tips or recipes, I’d love to hear!
Side note: I just looked over at the clock while wondering why my head was starting to pound. I realized that it’s nearly 10:00am and I haven’t had an ounce of coffee. No wonder. I’ll be right back little bloggy. I promise I’ll come back for you…
And I’m back. I feel it is important to mention the fact that I had to turn on my heater while making coffee because WHERE THE HECK DID SUMMER GO?! My feet are cold. I have a bird I like to hold. My hat is old. My teeth are gold. And now my story is all told… name that Dr. Seuss book.
A caffeinated beverage has never tasted so good as it does right now. I believe the key is this…
That’s right. It’s a MASON JAR. And besides making my coffee look totally cute, it can hold a crap ton more ice and that’s the way I like my iced vanilla lattes. Chilly. Mmm.
A little ironic considering what I wrote two paragraphs ago? Yep.
Besides baking homemade bread (if you consider dumping ingredients into a pan and pushing a button “baking”) I also harvested this baby…
I’ll probably just slice it up and roast it with some other mixed vegetables. I’ve got quite a few more on the vine but somehow this one got way bigger way faster.
I’m trying to do some research about fall planting/winter vegetable gardening in my region. I’m zone 8 but most of the information I find applies to zone 8 down south, which is a totally different climate. I’ve heard from a few people around the Pacific Northwest that you’ve just got to give it a try each year and see what turns out. Our winters are generally pretty mild as far as temps go but the rain can really ravage things. I think I’ll go for some root vegetables and winter squash and just see what happens. I can cloche things if I need to. In any case, I’ve got to get on it because August is nearly gone. Some sites say I’ve missed my deadline all together, others say I still have options. Wish me luck!
This post sure has been a mish mash of crap. I’ve got a lot more to share as long as I can find the time and peace (’cause it’s just so easy to blog with a two year old clinging to you). I’ve also been getting a bit more traffic from other bloggers out there, and a few comments too. I really appreciate it! I’ve never had high expectations as far as traffic goes but it sure is nice to get some unexpected feedback.
Stick around you guys! And stay classy.
:)
How do you say “Airhead” in Spanish?
… Because I think I’ll need to listen out for this phrase, I’m sure it’s how they refer to me.
But anyway, there’s just nothing like a sticky, melty, chocolatey treat from the ice cream man in the “heat” (does 80 degrees count? It does for me!) of summer.

Normally, I ignore the ice cream man as he rolls down the street. I totally don’t understand why he sometimes plays “Jingle Bells” over his megaphone. Except maybe that he wants to make me miss Christmas and dream about snow so that I can pretend I’m not drowing in my own sweat? Of course, that’s not why I ignore him, it’s just because the last time I bought a popsicle I think I ended up having to dole out four bucks in nickels and dimes. And that was 5 years ago, I can’t imagine how inflation has effected the mobile ice cream market. Anywho, our sweet neighbor was buying popsicles for her kids and they asked if B could have one too.
Unfortunately, our very kind neighbor does not speak english and I only discovered this when I said to her “Thank you very much, it’s a great treat for a hot day like this.” She responded by nodding and hesitantly saying “me no English”. I nervously babbled “Oh, well I’m sorry I don’t know more Spanish. I only took French in high school but everyone told me I should’ve taken Spanish because…” When I caught myself still chattering away I felt pretty stupid and looked at her kids, hoping they could help. Her older boy was nice enough to translate for me and she smiled and laughed. I’m sure she laughed for two reasons. One, it must be pretty funny that I’m an idiot. And two, I think she laughed because it’s probably not so hot to her family, seeing as though it was only about 80 degrees out and they’re from Mexico. They were wearing jeans, long sleeve tshirts and tennis shoes… I was barefoot wearing mesh shorts and a sweaty tank top.
B has since made friends with their two year old daughter, who speaks very little english. Well, she’s two so she probably doesn’t speak much Spanish either. Anyway, it’s funny to watch them interact standing on opposite sides of our chain-link fence. They pass pieces of grass and sticks back and forth. She picked him some cherries last month and he passed her a “flower” (clover blossom). She points at her puppy and says something about “Chula” (the dog’s name) and he points and answers with “Chuly Chuly!”
I would post a picture of the two awkwardly facing each other in silence at the fence, waiting for the other to initiate a “conversation” but I’m not sure her parents would not appreciate my posting her face on the world wide web. And of course, I don’t know how to ask for their permission either. Oh well, it would probably just end up being a crummy camera phone picture like these.
Well y’all (I put “y’all in sentences in my head all the time, yet I think I’ll sound funny if I say it out loud, so I’m taking advantage and using it here) I’m off to make some peanut butter pie. Happy Friday!






