I am still recovering from an intense weekend, and not just from Bioneers. So let’s save the inspirational woo-woo from the conference until Wednesday and talk about squash, shall we?
Saturday morning now officially begins like this:
Delicious jam cheeks courtesy of The Other Mary’s rocking blue/raspberry.
Brother Leo came over.
And we all headed out to the El Sobrante East Bay Waldorf School’s Autumn Fair.
This is the part of the post where I wish I had beautifully lit photos with interesting angles of my little darling, serenely creating a toddler work of art out of wool felt that was dyed with oak galls and hummingbird kisses. But what I gots for you instead is what we managed with an overdue nap, strained good humor, and the one activity we could afford since the admission was free but participating in activities would have cost us upwards of 50 bucks. No so hyped on the Waldorf after this weekend.
Capture the flag….a perfect game for someone who’s ongoing chant is, “NOOO! Me! No me! Mine! No mine!!!”
This was cute…a sleeping giant whose “treasure” could be stolen with only the sleepiest of grumbled protests. I tried to entice Fern but she was busy eating rocks and screaming at the kid on the swings, “No me!!! No me!!!”.
We used up all our pennies to go on the hayride. When Fern was asked to scoot down so more people could fit on the wagon, she began a meltdown totally appropriate to the situation. The other parents glared at us for ruining the pastoral moment. I shoved a boob in her mouth and the fiddler struck up a mesmerizing tune, so everyone survived.
Yeah…it was kinda like that.
As we were leaving, Fern continued with the tragic operatics. I placidly held her boneless, screeching form in my arms as we walked across the field. Every head turned to follow us, and Jeff, not usually given to paranoid stink eye suspicions turned to me and said, “You would think these people’s kids never had tantrums.”. Indeed, if there was a test for Waldorf parenting, apparently I failed it. I’ve been very attracted to Waldorf, given the excellent results I have seen (*America, Ilana and others*) but we will need a reparative experience before I seriously consider going into debt for Fern’s elementary education. Unschooling is looking like the better option all the time.
Tolay Lake regional park is a relatively new acquisition by Sonoma county, and has a rich and ancient history of Native American use. This wikipedia post is worth the entire read. I am particularly interested in the restoration project and I wonder if they need volunteers.
There was a hay maze that Fern took on like the boss she is.
The outfit was her pick, btw.
There were llamas. Llamallamallamallamallamallamallamallamallama.
And snakes of all sizes.
An albino giant somethingorother.
Baby rattlers under glass. There were three messes like this. I wonder what they will do with them all?
“Look Fern! So many fun things! What should we do first? Fern?…Where’d she go?”
Enough with the flags, already.
Jeff found a friend.
So did Fern. Oh, but not the horse…
…but rather the fence that went “clangety clang.”
They had squash for sale.
We have been loving Pumpkin Moonshine by Tasha Tudor. Fern kept absconding with acorn squash and rolling them down a hill to her own glee and to the consternation of the vendor.
We bought her one and she carried it around for the rest of the day. She was completely un-phased by the trip to the pumpkin patch (the hayride was relatively peaceful). She had already found her beauty. Who needs a pumpkin?
Mama needed a pumpkin, that’s who. (Fern said so!)
So many to choose from, but I finally found “the one”. I said to Fern, “Show me how much you love pumpkins!”
And this picture is how much I love baby double chins. Yum.
That about covers it. The 2nd attempt at salsa was a success and tastes like salsa flavored kim chi. Except better. I’m still loving your comments from a couple posts back and I still have yet to comment back, but will soon.