i'm trying to set up some daily and weekly traditions for the little family that is shoshi and me. i have a feeling that we'll be moving around quite a bit over the next few years before we're able to settle into a home of our own, so i would like some customs for sho to feel anchored to throughout those changes. so far i have scrambling eggs together on saturday morning, and ice cream cones on sunday night. any other ideas?
all shoshanna needs is a pot of water and some bowls and ladles, and she will be happy for hours. we went to a birthday party for one of sho's peers over the weekend, and they had this elaborate enormous plastic water table shaped like a pirate ship. it was fascinating watching all these wild two-year olds working industriously for like an hour straight, not talking, just intensely moving water around from cup to cup. it was a good time...but i'm also thankful that sho can be just as happy with some pots and bowls in the yard.
neesy had some tickets to "breakfast with a farmer" this weekend at a dairy farm out in the country, so off we went to show our girl some cows! it was honestly pretty sad to see the baby cows, lying alone in their glorified dog houses with a tiny fenced-in area outside for them to stand in, while their mamas stood with swollen udders twenty yards away, unable to nurse or cuddle their newborns. it just felt wrong to me, and it was a much-needed reminder to buy foods that are made with love for the animals who feed us.
still, it was pretty cool for shosh to see some cows for the first time in her life! her favorite part of the day was a trough filled with feed corn and buried plastic farm animals. she kept pulling off her shoes and trying to immerse her entire body in the sheer hedonistic pleasure that is a large trough filled with feed corn.
did you know that if you put heavy whipping cream in a jar and shake it for awhile, it makes butter? it was an activity for kids, but neesy and were like "hell yes, we were born to shake up some butter," and shook our jars with great enthusiasm, several heads taller than all the other cream-shaking butter-makers.
it was a good weekend, and it ended with my tuckered-out little dumpling of a bed hog looking something like this:
i was quick to join her.