Monday, June 18, 2012
Pick Parlee Farms
Bypass the farms close to the city and those that (gasp) make you pay to enter. Go straight up to Parlee Farms in Tyngsborough. It may take you a while, but it's well worth it. Everything I pick there tastes better, not just better than the grocery, but better than every other pick-your-own place. On Friday, my kids and I sat amongst the long-rows of knee-high plants and had a hard time choosing which berries we would pick. Every one was a perfect, magazine-style berry, there are not enough metaphors to describe this fruit. Evenly red, perfectly shaped, lovely green top. But they tasted every better - warm and luscious. My kids had berry-stained fingers and chins all day.
In a few weeks, the blueberries will be ready. The last time I went, people left the fields with buckets full of the nickel-sized fruit. So juicy and sweet and so easy for little hands to pick. Apple season is as picture-book as you can imagine with hay rides and hay mazes and long lines of pumpkins.
There is also a small animal petting area to keep your kids busy - baby goats, bunnies, and chickens. Bring some change for the feeding machines.
In addition to the fruit, I'd drive all the way up Route 3 for the donuts. Depending on what they're picking, the donut changes. So right now, it's strawberry donuts. Little golf-ball sized bites of melt-in-your mouth pleasure. The batter is mixed with pureed strawberries and then the cooked nuggets are rolled in sugar. Hot off the old-style, automated cooker (fun for kids to watch), these are probably one of the five best things I've ever tasted...and I eat a lot! Although the strawberry shortcake from the farmstand is also a can't miss. They use their own strawberries, a good biscuit, and top it with ice cream and whipped cream. It's like everything you'd expect from a fresh, farm dessert.
Before you head to the farm, and you really must, check the site or their Facebook page for a status of the picking conditions. They're good about preventing over-picking, which means sometimes the farm closes early. It's best to go early in the morning when the fruit is still plentiful and before it gets too hot. Strawberry season is winding down, so if you miss it, put blueberry season on your calendar. I hope it becomes "the" place to pick for your family.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Radio Silence and the Art of Being Present
This weekend, my husband and I took the kids to a retreat with our synagogue. We stayed in a cabin, took walks in the woods, sang with the kids and made some new friends.Thursday, May 5, 2011
Morning, Noon & Night Sickness
Here is a list of things that I tried (yes, I tried them all!):
Monday, February 14, 2011
There Will Come a Time
There will come a time, sometime between your toddler’s 2nd and 3rd birthday, when you will encounter an infant. It may be a new addition to your family, a new niece or nephew, or even a friend’s child. But whatever the connection to you, holding an infant will provide the direct comparison that will suddenly make clear something you’ve maybe given passing thought to, but never really noticed: your baby is no longer a baby.
You start thinking beyond the startling physical differences between an infant and a toddler. You realize that so many of the early lessons you spent the first two years working on have taken hold. She eats with a fork and a spoon, says please and thank you, knows how to go on the potty (but chooses not to), knows how to dress herself (but chooses not to), walks, runs – sits cross-legged on the floor!
She has opinions. Despite your best efforts and a wardrobe full of blue and purple, she loves the color pink; and even though you tried to push Backyardigans (because you like the songs) she only wants to watch Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. She loves playing in her kitchen but also loves playing with her trains and reading her favorite book about transportation.
Yes, she stills throws tantrums like a pro at least once a day, but despite this she is amazingly capable of communicating her wants and needs. You can have conversations. She has thoughts on certain things; remembers and recounts events from months ago; is not afraid to say, “I don’t know” or “why?” or “what’s that?”
On a long car trip you’ll think she’s fallen asleep but when you look back you’ll see she’s just staring thoughtfully out the window – has been for almost an hour. And when you ask her what she’s thinking about she’ll just smile. Because even though only a few months earlier she would dissolve into tears when you couldn’t read her mind and she couldn’t find the words, now the realization that her thoughts are hers alone is a delightful discovery – something she can hold onto in a time when she is almost constantly being told to “share”.
And one night you’ll be keeping her company as she falls asleep. You’ll be sitting uncomfortably on the floor, resting your head on the mattress next to her. And as you look at her face from this angle, you’ll notice that in this lighting, her features softened by the dim light and the shadow of the pillow giving definition to her normally round cheek, you imagine you can almost see the teenager she will become.
And your heart will just ache with the fullness of it all. Because there will come a time when she will go to school, will go for a bike ride with friends, ride a plane to visit grandma without you. There will come a time when she will learn to drive, stay up all night finishing a paper, fall in love, have her heart broken. Your heart will be filled with all these things, with hopes and with love, and with the amazing realization that in less than 3 years she has become this person and will continue to grow and change in the years to come. But you’ll also be in awe of the fact that, when you think back to that first moment or those first few days, that she was always herself - that you saw this little spark of self from the very beginning.
And you’ll feel so very lucky.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Another Tooth - Really?
But no. It takes me until the 3rd or 4th wake up in as many hours to figure out (generally pointed out through sleepy mumbles by my husband) that Sophia is teething. It should be obvious - we've been lucky that she's been a great sleeper since the beginning. Her usual m.o. is 7:15p till 6:15a straight through.
It's during these wake ups that I stumble around looking for the ibuprofen in the low light, trying not to wake Sophia (or me) anymore than we already are. Once I give her some, it's lights out for the rest of the night. Sorry honey...mommy will catch on soon. Honest.
After talking to a wizened mom (she has a 6 and 8 year old) who was able to tell within 30 seconds of holding her that she was teething by the way her jaw was clenched, I cut myself some slack.
"Honey, I've been through over 40 teeth + molars and 8 years of mommyhood. That's like 25 in mom-years. You've been through 10 months. Don't worry, it'll come." These words were like music to my ears. Everything does take time and experience. I can easily tell when Sophia is hungry or tired now. Or when she just needs to get outside and have fresh air. Because it's something I've been learning about her for the best 10 months, every day.
So we're 6 teeth into a 20 tooth set. A little more than a quarter through. I promise - I'll notice the signs next time and we'll all get a good night's sleep.