London Calling

Hello friends.

I'm back from my blogging vacation. I was in London and Edinburgh for a few days with my husband and baby.

I have to say, London just felt right.

I think I'm meant to live there at some point in my life.

I'm a huge fan of any city that serves waffles and Nutella at their hot dog stands.

I got to ride on a real train for the first time in my life, and I want to know why we aren't using more trains here in Canada and the U.S. What a remarkably more relaxing experience than flying!

I was trying to count the number of planes I've been on in the past eighteen months, and I think I counted up to 31. I realize how lucky I am to be able to travel that much, and I'm very grateful. Still, the idea of flying lately does make me grit my teeth.

I wanted to share a few books I read while on vacation.

I enjoyed reading Eleanor Herman's well-researched, fascinating books Sex with Kings: 500 Years of Adultery, Power, Rivalry, and Revenge and Sex with the Queen: 900 Years of Vile Kings, Virile Lovers, and Passionate Politics. 

These were great books to read when you are immersed in a historic city where many of the people discussed in the books lived and loved. These books were scholarly and juicy. They give you the same thrill you get from reading the gossipy headlines in the supermarket check out aisle, with none of the guilt because it is after all, history. My overall take away from these books are that until about twenty years ago, being a woman really sucked. 

I also enjoyed reading Parenting Without Borders: Surprising Lessons Parents Around the World by Christine Gross-Loh. I love books that help me see biases I didn't realize I had, and push me beyond them. Naturally, with my education background, I enjoyed reading the section about how Asian education systems and Finnish education systems compare to American education systems. 

This book opened my eyes to the importance of getting kids outside as much as possible. In Japan, teachers and parents do not interfere in a squabble or fight between other children unless things become imminently dangerous. Believe it or not this is to help children develop self-control. This is a hard one for me because I spent SOO much time in Houston helping kids work out differences in an attempt to minimize bullying in elementary schools. In Japan, kids are allowed and encouraged to play fight at their preschool, which was another crazy idea to me, because I worked at a school where bringing a toy with a play gun or knife was grounds for suspension. 

Gross-Loh writes that researches believe gun play "helps children read each other's facial cues and body language, figure out their place in a group, and modulate themselves accordingly." 

She says, "pretend play gives children a chance to try on different characters and experience the world from different points of view. We saw bigger kids hold themselves back from using their full strength, to equalize the playing field between themselves and a younger classmate. We saw younger kids model their behavior after older ones and act more maturely so they could all play together enjoyably."

Again, this is hard for me, because I have seen so many kids abuse each other and take advantage of each other unfairly, but I will make an effort in the future to pause a bit before rushing to the rescue, so the kids have a chance to resolve issues on their own and feel the pride that comes from problem solving on their own.

This is not to say parents shouldn't step in when it comes to teaching manners and other social niceties. The author talks about how as Japanese kids get older, they are reminded that constant awareness of others helps you live in balance with people. Kids have a weekly character class where every week children discussed and reflected on compassionate ways of dealing with moral dilemmas.

"Without enough practice, kids feel unclear about what to say or do in particular settings or situations. But in cultures with more scripted rituals and clearer expectations, there is less confusion and anxiety about expressing yourself socially. Set phrases aren't confining. They're freeing. They let children know what to say and do that will mutually understandable in situations, in the way that an actor who has practiced his lines to automaticity can then concentrate on letting his genuine self emerge." 

The book also confirming many of the choices I've been making for my daughter. For example, I feel gratified that pushing Ellie to play by herself will actually help her in the future more than me sitting with her all day and narrating everything she does, (which is something another popular parenting book suggests is vital to helping babies and toddlers with language development). I also feel better about letting her take more physical risks such as climbing steps without holding my hand. I agree with the Norwegians about "the blessings of a skinned knee."

Her quote from psychologist Ellen Hansen Sandseter, really resonated with me.

"Allowing children to handle risks on their own with their own bodies, their own mindss, and through their own assessment and courage is the most important safety protection you can give a child."

What are you reading lately? I'm trying not to buy anymore books until I've caught up reading all the other unread books on my I-Pad. I'm really wanting to read J.K. Rowling's The Cuckoo's Calling, though.

The Taste of Summer

Buttermilk Strawberry Ice Cream with strawberry compote and chocolate fudge

Published in The Packet

I blame the ever-lovely Barn Loft for my recent culinary obsession. My family loves the amazing homemade ice cream they serve for part of the year, and we despair when the ice cream season is over.  The store bought kind cannot compete to the Barn Loft’s creamy fresh goodness. With this in mind my husband bought me an ice cream maker as an anniversary gift hoping we could recreate some of that magic for ourselves when their season ends. This may be both the best and worst purchase he has ever made for us.

I find myself making ice cream once a week. Once you get the hang of the ice cream maker and you find an ice cream base recipe that isn’t too icy or cloying, whipping up a quart is an addictive and satisfying endeavor with endless possibilities.

For a Mexican themed barbecue, we made dark chocolate cayenne ice cream. For the first few seconds, the ice cream tastes familiar and sweet, and then as you swallow it the flavour is tingly and spicy. We made the creamiest buttermilk strawberry ice cream, when Sobey’s had strawberries on sale a few weeks ago. Yesterday, I found corn on the cob I’d meant to grill and somehow lost in the back of the refrigerator. It quickly became sweet corn and blackberry ice cream. Looking at the abundance of basil leaves growing on my windowsill, I’m thinking those leaves will get chopped up and thrown in the ice cream maker this weekend.

My favorite resource for ice cream making is a book called Jeni’s Splendid Ice Creams at Home by Jeni Britton Bauer. Not only are her recipes both foolproof and interesting, she does an excellent job explaining the science behind how ice cream works. Thanks to her I am constantly thinking about how each ingredient effects an ice cream’s taste, texture, consistency and finish, which Bauer defines as, “the flavor the butterfat releases as it melts on your tongue and blooms into your nose.” I also appreciate her encouragement to experiment with new and unexpected flavours like coriander, Gorgonzola cheese, beets and sweet potatoes.  

The problem with all of our ice cream making is, of course, all of our ice cream eating. According to a 2011 article by Chloe Gibbs at The Examiner, if you eat a bowl of ice cream every night for the entire summer you’d gain eight pounds of weight in fat alone. To burn off a single 300-calorie scoop of ice cream would require a brisk hour and fifteen minute walk at four miles per hour. Ironically, that is the same amount of time it takes to mix a batch of ice cream together.

If you have time to exercise all your ice cream calories off, or you have one of those marvelous speedy metabolisms that keep weight loss, diabetes, and heart disease at bay, an ice cream maker is a fun purchase to consider. Or you can keep going to the Barn Loft until the season is through. A walk there and back should kill a few of those pesky ice cream calories, and when their ice cream season ends you’ll have all winter to fantasize about the creamy scoops that give summer it’s magical flavour.

Reading Time: Dad is Fat

I was looking for something light to read, so when I heard John Oliver going on and on during The Daily Show about how great Jim Gaffigan's parenting/comedy book, Dad is Fat, is, I quickly downloaded it. 

The chapters were a bit short. I think it would translate well to the stage in a stand-up routine, but it felt a bit bald on the page. Maybe the audio version would be a better way to experience this book.

There were a few things I loved about Dad is Fat. The first is his description of living with his five kids in their two bedroom NYC apartment. There is an entire chapter dedicated to the intricate process of putting all of his kids to bed that blew my mind. There are crazy descriptions of getting his kids to their different schools around the city on the subway and taking all five of them to the park by himself with no car, which just shows what a commitment it is to live and raise your kids in New York City.  

The second thing I loved is Gaffigan's descriptions of his work and romantic relationship with his wife. She is his co-writer and producer. Every page is a testament to his devotion to her, and it makes his so gosh darn like-able. 

He writes:

"Jeannie was unlike any woman I had ever met or have yet to meet. She was part girl next door, part superstar, part insane-asylum inpatient. Jeannie was the oldest of nine children and when I met her she was directing a Shakespearean play with a hip-hop score featuring about fifty inner-city kids. For free. Here was this funny, sexy, smart woman who was passionate about her art and, for some reason, children. Working with kids inspired Jeannie's creativity, and being with her inspired me. It was an amazing relationship. Jeannie literally wanted to take care of me, and in turn I had this crazy, almost biological desire to provide her with, well, someone to take care of."

Aww. 

What are you reading this summer? I have a few more books I'm just finishing that I want to write about, but I'm always looking for something interesting to read before bed. I get bored easily, but ebooks have made it possible for me to read eight things at once without a cluttered bed side table. I love it, but because I'm reading so many things at once it takes me ages longer to finish a book. Oh well. 

Have a good weekend!

Neighbourhood Friends and Family Resource Center

published in The Packet

Every evening my husband asks me what I did all day. My answer to that question can be dull. I know my husband won’t show nearly enough enthusiasm about my recently organized and alphabetized spice rack, or the fact that I’ve figured out how to make scrambled eggs in the microwave. I’ve come to dread answering that question, unless I have an unusual answer to give. 

What did I do today?

Today I went to a pajama party, had a picnic lunch on a hockey rink floor, and tried to keep our toddler from stalking a person in a giant bear suit.

I have the Neighbourhood of Friends Family Resource Center to thank for this.  Today was their Family Fun Day at the CEC. They invited families from their centers in Clarenville, Southwest Cove, Swift Current, Come by Chance, Arnold’s Cove, and Random Island for a day of kid-friendly pajama-themed activities.

The children decorated pillowcases, played I-Spy in the sand box, frosted cookies to look like cookie monster, had their faces painted, and their bodies temporarily tattooed. They pranced around in their pajamas (Spiderman pajamas are really hip with the kiddos these days), played with hula-hoops and giant blocks, and were treated to a concert by Terry Reilly. Parents were given identification kits for their children sponsored by the Eastern Region Committee Against Violence, and a chance to suggest a name for the new childcare centre currently being explored by the NFFRC. The children also got a free book to take home with them and story-time at the end of the event.

My daughter’s favorite aspect of the event was Lil’ D, a gigantic teddy bear some poor, sweaty soul was dressed as to take pictures with the children. My daughter wasn’t a fan of pictures with Santa, so I wasn’t sure how she would react to a seven-foot bear. After scoping him out from a distance, shaking hands with him, and cuddling on his lap for a picture, she decided Lil’ D was her new best friend.

After meeting Lil’ D, she wanted nothing to do with any of the other activities.  She’d say bear, rush across the arena to the photo area, and barge through the line of kids waiting to get their pictures taken, so she could introduce herself to Lil’ D again. I’d snatch her up before she photo-bombed some one else’s family picture and try to distract her with another activity, before the whole process started all over again. This went on for over an hour. Once Lil’ D was gone, she’d forlornly walk around the rocking chair he once sat in whispering, “Bear?”

We were both exhausted by the end of the event, but all in all, it was a wonderful day. 

The Neighbourhood of Friends Family Resource Center is an incredible organization. I think their community outreach, their passion for children, and their accessible programming is a tremendous asset to the community. There are few free programs like these where I am from. I’ve added it to my list of awesome Canadian things I think the United States could learn from. It’s right up there with Canadian maternity benefits, chips on credit cards, and gravy on French fries.

Tumblr!

Hi all!

Are any of you on Tumblr? I'm kind of new to it, but I'm already in love.

So many interesting varied things to see and learn in a quick glimpse.

I've been reblogging the things that tickled me in some way on my own tumblr page. It's mostly links to articles that fascinated me, old pictures of my historical heroes, quotes that amused me, odd maps, and the like.

Check it out!

-Jayme

Learning with Eyes Wide Shut

I haven't been able to scratch much off of my To-Do List lately, but that doesn't mean I haven't been learning things.

For example I learned how to make a Tres Leches Cake, Mexican Rice, Refried Beans, and Mexican Wedding Cakes this weekend in honor of my friend Kelli, who is having her third baby in the next few days.

I learned that living on Starbursts for a week, while frantically cooking and freezing things for a party, lowers your immune system pretty significantly. If you aren't careful you can end up with one eye swollen completely shut, looking like this:

 I also learned that there are not enough doctors at our clinic right now to see patients on the day they call in. So guess which lucky individual got to spend four hours in the emergency room waiting to get a prescription for antibiotic eyedrops?

To be fair, I did have a moment or two when I was by myself reading my I-Pad in the waiting area that I did think, "This is kind of nice. I can just read and not feel guilty about it."

Then my I-Pad died.

 My body is acting out.  I guess I need to give it some attention. You can expect some whiny, I hate exercise posts in the near future.

52:52

Oh my gosh! I made it to the end of Project 52!

Newfoundland is

trips to Trinity Bay.

Thank you Canada and Newfoundland for giving us such a beautiful year!