Five weeks away from the lake, and I guess that’s what happens. You forget things.
Yet, sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, sweaty and in a slight state of panic, and wonder what in heaven’s name are we going to do with a lake house. Isn’t one house enough to manage? Four boys do keep us busy enough; why add this? And, then I start to think about the three hours of heavy driving just to get there; one way. What were we thinking? I wonder.
We knew the weather was going to be cold; there wouldn’t be much to do. But it’s our lake house, and we need to explore what it’s like to be there in the colder months. Maybe it would be nice to spend Christmas here. People around the lake tell me that winter is just as much fun as summer. Ice skating, sledding, cross-country skiing. And of course, leaf raking.
We arrived after the sun had already went down. The wind was brisk. Ovaltine and cheese quesdaillas and edamame by an outdoor bonfire brought no complaints from my picky eaters. And, of course, we just had to get out the marshmallows; even though it was too late, they were fussy, and their hands, mouths and clothes were soon all covered in sticky goo.
Finally, time for bed. But, to them, I guess that’s the beginning of a 24 hour sleepover; lots of chatter, laughter, one-upping, and singing coming from their bunk beds. They started to bicker, and that was the last sound I heard at night.
But this weekend, we got a surprise. On Friday, it was warm. Upper 70s, sunny, and a gorgeous day for a canoe ride, fishing, football. The two little boys, always in costume. We squeezed as much fun as you can possible get out of every inch of sunlight, in these days when the sunset comes earlier and earlier.
But, my ironman husband did decide it was tooooo cold for a swim. The entire day we did not see one single person outside of our family. The lake was desolated. Wait, let me take that back. We saw the guy who lives there all year; and he told us how much he hates the winter at the lake. Nobody is around.
Rain threatened our fun on Saturday. It wasn’t just any rain; more like pelting stabs of cold. The rain hurt my face. So we left. Two hours of packing, cleaning (the floor still isn’t as clean as I’d like) carrying the boats in, and locking up. Remembering to take this, and leave that… it went on for hours.
As we drove, the rain gave way to sunshine, and we wondered if maybe we left too soon. Then, the clouds would come back. And, the we saw the most incredible sky. Sometimes we would drive through plains of dark gray, and see an entire farm with silos and barns completely lit up by the sun’s bright rays that filled an opening in the clouds.
On our way home, we were greeted by this little black creature that came running down the very same road where the teen on the dirt bike crossed the road in front of us without stopping. Just like, where I am from, the cows were out.
All the commotion from the lack of farm hands available to get the cows back in, (where are those teenagers on the dirt bikes when you need them?), woke my little guy from his nap. He only kept saying, “I want him to be our pet,” about 5,000 times.
More about the lake.
The Food and Drug Administration says over the counter cold medicines are unsafe for children. So, what can you do when your child has a cold? An article in the WSJ by By Benjamin Brewer, M.D. says, “The risks with cough-and-cold medication are clear. If you don’t know your phenylephrine from your acetaminophen, you can deliver more potency than you had intended by unknowingly combining products with similar ingredients and confusing chemical names.Overdoses of medication occur all too often; the FDA has linked over-the-counter medicines to 123 pediatric deaths since 1969. Most of the fatalities were in children younger than 2. Whooping cough has already started spreading in our school. For children between the ages of 11-18, the vaccinations they got as babies has weakened. The has caused entire middle schools to close as a result of epidemics. I’m wondering. Do I give my healthy 11-year-old son the booster vaccine? Or do I help him build his immune system?
While I’m thinking about it, I found 13 alternatives to children’s cough medicines. Use common sense. Check with your doctor if symptoms persist, of course. Each remedy I’ve listed here is linked to its source so that you can check into the source a little more deeper.
Maybe, if you send me a really nice e-mail, I’ll send it to you. Because this icing is amazing; nothing like you’ve ever had before. Just ask my brother. The premise of Jessica Seinfeld’s new cookbook, Deceptively Delicious to to hide nutritious foods in your kid’s favorite foods. This week, I followed her recipe for chocolate dipping sauce. The ingredients? (To Jessica’s dip, not my icing.) Pureed avocados and carrots, cocoa powder and powdered sugar. I’m not kidding. The result? Deceptively Dangerous. Dangerous, because I couldn’t stop eating the stuff. Luckily for me, the kids beat me to it and eliminated all of the temptation before it could do much damage to my waist line.
And of course there are other books that offer the same strategies, and poor Jessica is left defending herself by saying “I’m only doing what Grandmother’s have already been doing for generations,” I can vouch for her. I used to do this myself.
At the tender age of 12, I was alone with a Betty Crocker cookbook, probably now vintage, on my Mom and Dad’s Wedding Anniversary. June 22. Spice cake it would be – from scratch. Remember that word? I was baking a cake from scratch. Once the cake was baking, I scanned the Betty’s index for icing — looking for the perfect topping.
This one looked good: Powdered sugar, milk, cream of tartar… Hmmm. What is cream of tartar? Could it be? No — that would be impossible. But yet, I had seen my Mom do miracles with a bottle of ketchup and flour and chicken fat; maybe tartar sauce it is. Tartar sauce is creamy, so of course — cream of tartar is just a fancy way of saying tartar sauce.
I mixed it in, and it went well, but the chunks of pickle on top of the cake looked a little… off. So, I asked my little brother to do a taste test. He licked the bowl, and his face said it all. If you can imagine that awful taste the poor kid had to endure. But, he said, “It’s pretty good.”
All four of them, even the little ones, sit through the long text that appears on each page of this version of The Wizard of Oz, wonderfully illustrated by Charles Santore. What’s different here from the movie? Aunt Em is described as a young, pretty wife, soon changed by the sun and wind: “they had taken the sparkle from her cheeks and eyes and left them gray. She never smiled.”
At this following passage, when the Wicked Witch of the West has been melted, and Dorothy and her pals are reunited, I found myself a bit choked up.
When at last the Tin Woodman walked into Dorothy’s room and thanked her for rescuing him, he was so pleased that he wept tears of joy. Her own tears fell thick and fast at the joy of meeting her friend again. As for the Lion, he wiped his eyes so often with the tip of his tail that it became quite wet, and he was obliged to go out into the sun till it dried.
Here, my five-year-old said, “Why are my eyes so wet?”