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Curious George Makes Earth Day Happen

22 Apr

I knew what day it was today and figured I had to do something good for the environment. I mean I wasn’t going to pledge a Billion Acts of Green, but I could at least do one more act of kindness other than recycling. You really can’t be selfish today. It was Earth Day. Earth … it’s a pretty big planet. You’re supposed to think of the bigger picture, at least for today. You’re supposed to think about Earth.  It’s probably the only planet that has chocolate, so gotta do what you gotta do.

So I thought I would do something involving nature. I could plant a tree. It would make up for all that driving around back and forth in a gas guzzler. I don’t own a Prius. It’s too small to house the Guat Posse. They’re also way out of my poor writer price range. Most hybrids and electric cars are, but I’m sure when I’m rolling in it I’ll upgrade. But I’m not that bad. California has strict emission laws to keep everyone in check, but I’m the vapors coming out of my exhaust aren’t that breathable, so I thought planting a tree would be good. But I had nowhere to plant it. I don’t have a yard. I don’t even have a house. I’ve been in a state of homeless transition for a while, having to live at my parents house. Stupid Craigslist housing section, you’ve let me down.

So I couldn’t plant a tree, but I still wanted to do something involving nature. Then it hit me. Literally it hit me, my one year-old likes emptying things out of boxes and bags, and not in a gentle way. So as I was pondering this whole Earth Day contribution a small Curious George packet of tomato seeds landed on my face. I thought this is the perfect Earth Day activity for us.

 

The origins of our future plant were kept in here.

The origins of our future plant were kept in here.

 

My son wanted to examine the seeds. My daughter wanted to taste them.

My son wanted to examine the seeds. My daughter wanted to taste them.

 

And so our little Earth Day project began as we added soil to a recycled cottage cheese container

And so our little Earth Day project began as we added soil to a recycled cottage cheese container.

 

After we added the seeds, baby sister wanted to get in on the action.

After we added the seeds, baby sister wanted to get in on the action.

 

We added the final touch ... and they waited, and waited, and waited.

We added the final touch … and they waited, and waited, and waited.

 

Both of my kids were pretty excited about using gardening accessories and planting something that would grow. But when plants didn’t sprout out within the hour, it was kind of a bummer for them. However my son recalled a Curious George episode and told his little sister that the plant needed more time. A long time. He told his sister: “Tomorrow. Tomorrow the plant will come.”

 

The Stretchy Pants A.K.A. Sweats Make a Comeback

16 Dec

When I got the email the first thoughts that popped into my head? Frosting. Sprinkles. And Christmas. Dude … It’s on. It’s raining … there’s traffic … but it’s on.

I had never heard of a cookie decorating party or a cookie exchange. I had heard of a pizza party, a tamale making party and tamale exchange party, but never a cookie decorating party. I need to read more Parenting-Martha Stewart-Home Crafting magazines.  Well … not really. They don’t have a sports section.

But in any case the craftiness of the party was sweet and I can’t believe that this idea had never occurred to me before. I mean considering my undying love for all things sweet and chocolatey I should have known. But it was all good, my friend Margaret schooled me, and she probably added a couple of pounds in the process as well. But no worries. I have stretchy pants. They’re called sweats. I don’t care what Vogue or Fashion Runway people say, they’re essential to the food lover. Some people go upscale and use yoga pants. I have those too, but c’mon now, let’s stop playing these games. Yoga pants after a cookie party? Dude. No yoga going on here just vegging out and catching up on some Law & Order Special Victims Unit. But all the cookie guilt may lead me to do some sit-ups, but not tonight.

Tonight I reminisce and think of all the tasty sweets. And tonight starts with one cookie.

 

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First rule of cookie parties  … bring a couple of dozens. So my cookie of choice … Oatmeal Cranberry White Chocolate Chunk. I’m surprised they made it there in one piece.

 

With my friend in a new house and me accidentally going to the old one, we got to the party a little late and it was in full swing.

With my friend in a new house and me accidentally driving to the old one, we got to the party a little late. But it was all good, they had the spread waiting for us.

 

In the midst of all the frosting and sprinkles I decided to check out the cookies that my other friends brought.

In the midst of all the frosting and sprinkles I decided to check out the cookies that my other friends brought.

 

This raspberry cookie bar had me at hello. I must have eaten five at the table and taken a couple more to go. It was my moral  imperative.

This raspberry cookie bar had me at hello. I must have eaten five at the table and taken a couple more to go. It was my moral imperative. I needed more fruit in my diet today. I only had like one grape in the morning.

 

After all the taste testing I decided to go back to the table and check out my sons awesome creations. He wanted to share in the cookie testing so I brought him some samples.

After all the taste testing I decided to check on my son’s cookie creation skills. He was on top of it.

 

After all the taste testing I decided to go back to the table and check out my sons awesome creations.

His favorite was the green M&M Christmas tree.

 

However once he was finished with the decorating process, he took a bite out of every cookie. When I told him not to because I thought we were going to share our creations with others, his response was:  “I have to. I won’t know what the cookie taste like if I don’t mom. Sometimes they need more M&Ms. Sometimes more sprinkles. I need to make sure.”

In the end, it was all right because everyone had plenty of frosted sugar cookies to go around.

 

The masters at work ... creating more

The masters at work … creating more.

 

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I even got into the mix and created my own cookie magic. It was a goner on the way home. A victim to traffic.

 

This one was a goner too. Traffic is a mass murderer of cookies.

This one was a goner too. Traffic and cookies just don’t mix.

 

My friend also had some awesome homemade guacamole with a hint of green tomatillos, which I would have taken a picture of, but I was too busy eating and my phone ran out of memory space. I tell you … stretchy pants … they’re making a comeback tonight.