Little Mad Scientists

These photos were taken by a student who is doing a project based on kids learning about science. When he asked me, I thought he knew about my mad scientist renderings, but it turns out we each came up with the idea independently. Rather than asking strangers in the park if he could take photos of their kids, he and I met up and lucked out on some pretty good shots. The kids were surprisingly willing to play along.

Weston the scientist

Weston the scientist

Weston and Papa

Waffles

“Mama’s making waffles because I’m a little diarrhea.”

-Weston

TRANSLATION: Mama is making waffles for breakfast because she thinks they would be better than cold cereal for the diarrhea currently troubling my bowels.

Learn French on the Train


We studied all the way from London to Paris while riding the Chunnel (At least Claire did). We had heard that Parisians don’t speak English and are annoyed when you do—and we were ready to give it an honest try. Upon arriving at the train station, or “gare” if you will, we were immediately thrown off guard when we heard, “Two?” We desperately searched our memories trying to remember a “tou” or “tu” or “teau” . . . Finally (After the man was positive we were a little slow), we conceded, “Yes, please.”

We hadn’t given up, though (At least Claire hadn’t). It was the hottest day I think I’ve ever experienced, and, despite my distaste for anything with laces, I had only a pair of adidas sneakers and no sandals. We stopped in a little shoe store and expected to find a lot of semi-fluent English speakers and found none. I gave up instantly, scanning the store for a pen or pencil to write down my shoe size. Claire, on the other hand, nodded her head to every word the sales person said. The woman helping us eventually gave up on me and spoke directly to Claire. While I was trying to write numbers and point, the woman just rolled her eyes and proceeded to tell Claire what I’m sure was very useful information—had Claire understood French. I wrote down my shoe size and pointed to the sandals I wanted, but the woman took Claire by the hand and escorted her outside. I watched as the sales person pointed  at shoes in the front window, and explained everything I needed to know—expecting Claire to translate for her non-linguistic husband.

By this time, Claire was convinced she understood French. She walked in, sat down next to me, pointed to the sandals I was interested in, and said, “She says that these sandals are only available in half sizes.” She said it with such confidence, I was puzzled. First, how did Claire understand after only studying French for a couple hours on a train. Second, are any European shoes available in half sizes? I sought clarification: “Claire, they are on the European system. They don’t have half sizes.” I said it more as a question, hoping for a re-interpretation. Maybe half sizes meant the lower half of the size chart and that 45 was too high.At that point, Claire gave up all pretenses, gave me a look and said, “Well, then I have no idea what she said.”

The Royal Family

Conrad
The gathering spot in our apartment is not the fireplace (as if we had a fireplace) or even the TV; it’s the window sill. The kids love to stand by the window and look out at all of the people and cars on Broadway. When Conrad was getting comfortable standing, he would stand bull-legged and lightly bang his hands on the window. I remarked that he looked like King Kong. Weston overheard this and said, “No…he’s not King Con.” I think this was Weston’s way of reaffirming that he was next in line to be king. It sort of stuck because it fits with the rest of the kids’ nicknames: Julia is always princess something or other (Princess Aurora, Princess JuJu, Princess Dandelion, etc.) and she decided early on that Weston was her Prince Syrup (“Syrup” was how Weston said, “Philip”), and I always just assumed that I was King and Claire was Queen. I guess I’ve been overthrown and Conrad has usurped the throne.

Oh, and by the way, his royal highness is walking all over the place now. And he sings, gives high fives, waves, and jabs with a pretend sword (complete with sound effects).

jack o’ lantern
Weston peeping into our jack o’ lantern.

8 Things

I was asked to write about 8 things that most people don’t know about me. I don’t know who started this or why I’m playing along, but here it goes…

1. I have a crush on Cyndi Lauper.

2. I used to suck my middle finger, so it would always stick up slightly higher than the others.

3. I don’t like furry drinks (pulp) and I don’t much like fuzzy drinks (always with one exception: Fanta Red Cream Soda when I was a kid, Root Bear in High School, and Fresca now).

4. Wafers are the best treat (Can anyone confirm the existence of “Twookies?”) and pistachios are the best snack.

5. Pineapple does NOT belong on pizza.

6. I occasionally like to drink buttermilk.

7. Claire suggested I write “I sing on key” since most people don’t know that about me…”Tone, Connie!”

8. I associate almost everyone with an animal or famous person.

Now, I’m supposed to request that other people keep this weird thing going (I feel like a teeny bopper) by doing the same. Honestly, though, I would love to hear Julie’s list.

brooklyn heights promenade
A totally unrelated photo of Claire on the Brooklyn Heights Promenade…