***Saute some onion and garlic in a little butter (or olive oil or bacon fat). Add in some frozen okra, frozen corn, and a can of tomatoes. Let it simmer until it's all slippery and gooey and perfect. Make it tonight. Buy 4 bags of okra while you're at the store - I wish I had. Thanks, Amanda, you always have tasty ideas.***
As I was calling this dish succotash with such confidence and certainty, it made me think of all the other things I blatantly guess about. In the last month-ish I have been very mindful to be talking to the girls as much as possible during the day. It develops their little brains, increases their language skills, etc. It's HARD. I run out of things to talk about. Sure, we read books, but let's face it, most children's books are dumb. I always tell them the plan for the day, just in case they're like me and like to have a plan. But then I start grasping at things to talk about. Since Seiling Music Festival (my NW OK friends know, the rest of you, think grade school, It's a Small World After All, fun, traditions), I have been singing my songs. I tell them about American and Oklahoma history. I teach them about anatomy and how the body works. On really dull days, I tell them the names of all the articles of clothing that I'm folding and sometimes even spell (socks - S-O-C-K-S). I make up a LOT of stuff. If I can't think of the name, I make one up. If I back myself into a corner in our walk into history, I incorporate what I've learned from documentaries or Disney movies (watched and loved "The Kennedy's" this week and Pocahontas must be somewhat true!).
I vow to stop. What if they retain some of this and argue with their teachers someday when the stories are more factual!! I'll stick to things I know. I'll sing "John Jacob Jinglehimer Schmitt" more often...it's one of their faves, and I know all the words! I will NOT keep telling them semi-factual stories.
Here's some random pics that have nothing to do with this blog!!
An example of Lauren's hereditary bed head.
This makes me misty. I wish I would have sucked in my tummy, but really, I don't care.
My favorite view. I sometimes chew on their "back of the knee roll".