Make no mistake

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I've spent the last few months just being angry.

Angry and hurt that there are people I know who don't have much faith in our ability -- MY ability -- to parent.

I'm even angrier when these folks (who will remain nameless) feel the need to point out our parenting prowess when it happens, noting it to anyone who will listen, because they are surprised it exists at all.

I seeth with rage.

Somehow ... telling someone else that we are such good parents with such vim has become an indictment all its own.

Why do I care? My husband asks me this all the time. Why do I care?

It's a rhetorical question.

Rationally I know he's right.

What they THINK really has no basis in any fact. They don't know more than they see in any given snapshot, any given instance. Even in what they read here -- IF they ever read here.

Here is really just a snapshot, too. What I write is not as important perhaps to this equasion of good vs. bad or competant vs. incompetant as what I leave out.

We are all fallible. We all make mistakes. We all hover when we should let go. We all give in when we should stand our ground. We all zig when we should zag.

I know I make mistakes. I'm not June Cleaver.

I'm sure Mrs. Cleaver wouldn't give her kids sno-cones they would spill immediately. Or ice cream so late at night. Good parents would not keep the kids up past the time in which they are cute and amenable. They would not allow such insolence.

Good parents wouldn't let them pick out their own clothes, or go without baths or hair brushing. Good parents would ensure that children are seen and not heard. Good parents wouldn't be angry, or short tempered. They wouldn't say 'see, I told you not to run,' before they kissed a forehead.

Good parents are much more consistent than I am: much more consistent.

Or are they?

I know my parents made mistakes. And their parents made mistakes. And that people thought THEY were bad parents.

Parents throughout history have had to endure the glare of scrunched up faces as their life -- with all its loud, raucous imperfections -- made an assault on someone else's solitude ... or their idea of the way things should be.

But that is history. Not news.

I'm trying to learn from it. Then let it go.

History will come back to haunt you

... but what fun!

I know some of you are out there just shaking your heads thinking I'm sabotaging any and all future hope of an amicable relationship with my son by even TAKING pictures of him playing with Barbie, but really? I think my job as a parent is to teach him to be secure in himself DESPITE the embarassment he will have to endure from his stoopid parents.

I'm also advancing the fact that it happens to be a significant year for Barbie (having turned 50 and all) -- she finally has a reason for a midlife crisis: Her AARP card arrived at the Malibu Beach House.

Celebrate good times, Come. On.

OK? Moving on.

ROAD TRIP
History is some funny stuff. Find out how funny by getting into your car on Saturday and heading on down to the little village of Kinderhook, birthplace of such oddities as this great nation's 8th President, Martin Van Hairdo Buren, as well as the location where Washington Irving gathered some inspiration for his classic short story, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. You won't be disappointed even if you miss the comical (but welcoming) bronze statue of VanBuren or you miss out on seeing the old school house where the fabled Icabod Crane's real-life counterpart taught. Not only will the Kindercrafter Festival (also dubbed the Olde Kinderhook Fair) be in full swing with crafters, art exhibits, food, music, games for the kids and a host of unique vendors, but if you get there before 1 p.m. you will see a real live, re-enacted, civil war muster. Free. For information, visit The Kinderhook Connection.

SAVOR THE FLAVOR
You may have gotten a taste for all things Greek from watching My Big, Fat Greek Wedding, but you probably won't find any Windex at St. Basil's as it hosts its 15th annual Greek Festival this weekend, Saturday from noon to 8 p.m. and Sunday from noon to 5 p.m. This is a seriouse celebration of Greek food and culture features music by the Aegeans, a Greek bazaar, kids' rides, the St. Basil Youth Dance Group, "Never on Sunday" ice cream, church tours, a $10,000 raffle and Sytaki Dance. And if you come for the food, you can find loukoumathes, lamb with potatoes, baklava, spanakopita, souvlaki, moussaka, breads and cookies and more. For more information, visit St. Basil's Web site.

MURDER? MAYHEM?
Looking for a dash or murder and mayhem? The Rensselaer County Historical Society may have the walking tour for you. Join them at 10:30 a.m. on Saturday at 57 Second Street in Troy, and listen as you walk to its presentation: "To Protect and Serve" - Firehouses, church bells, and night constables. The walking tour focuses on the colorful history of Troy's municipal police and fire departments, from their volunteer origins to today's public servants. Cost is $5, members free. Call 272-7232 for more information.

HISTORY ROCKS
... the boat. What? It does. Paddle on down to Rensselaer's Fort Crailo Historic Site on Sunday and check out the first in a series of programs featuring Native America History. Barry Keegan, who has been making dugout canoes since 1993, will demonstrate making the type of vessel and display portable scale models at the riverside park.He will also explain and display the stone tool artifacts used to design these canoes. Admission is free. The program runs from noon to 4 p.m. Visit Fort Crailo for more information.

PLAN AHEAD
Question: School is coming to a close ... what are you going to do with the kids?
Olana has a GREAT answer: The Journey, Olana's Summer Arts Program for children ages 6 to 12. Registration is going on now for the two, week-long sessions. Session One runs July 13-17; Session Two runs August 3-7, both sessions are from 9 a.m. to 2 p.m. on all days. The cost, at $165 per week ($125 for Olana members) is less than daycare and will expose your kids to one America's great transendental painters, Frederic Edwin Church. Kids will journey to one of the locales visited by the renowned Hudson River School painter and, through art, music, poetry, nature walks and other hands-on activies, experience the home, life and travels of the landmark landscape painter. For more information, visit Olana's Web site. Registration forms for the July program available here.

Random Question Thursday

What's your favorite recipe and why?
*Bonus points if you share how to make it.

It's no secret that my cooking skills leave a lot to be desired. While the foods of sustenance (breakfast-lunch-and-dinner) give me little or no pleasure at all, the treats of decadence (desserts) make me happy to toil away in kitchenland.

So. With Ittybit's upcoming gradution from the Marilla Cuthbert Academy for Unspeakably Charming Children, I've been rhumanatin' on what to give her teachers. In the past I've given them etsy-made single pack tissue covers, hand-made (not by me) bath bombs and, as it was so elegantly renamed by my husband, chocolate covered compost.

The idea of food gifts has made me practically giddy with delight lately, especially in light of our upcoming (though still unscheduled) move.

But what about the final hurrah? The last impression?

I decided the prettiest, easiest thing I could make was Chocolate Covered Toffee.

So ... using a pilfered recipe from the Interwebs, I added (and subtracted) a few ingredients and voila! Candy.

Here's the gist:

STUFF YOU NEED:
4 sticks of salted butter
2 cups of granulated sugar
6 tablespoons of water
1 bag of semi-sweet chocolate chips
A half a cup of blanched almonds, lightly ground into a chunky dust
A candy thermometer
A large pot
Baking sheets (use one for thick candy, two for thinner candy.
Parchment paper (to line baking sheets).

WHAT YOU DO:
Prepare baking sheet and almonds in advance, set aside.
Throw butter, sugar, water and vanilla in the pot and cook over medium heat, stirring constantly. Put candy thermometer in so that it's NOT touching the bottom of the pot and keep stirring. I had to hold the thermometer in one hand and stir with the other, (stupid thick-sided pan!) so I really thought seriously about fudging and not bringing the mixture all the way to hard-crack (300 degrees). But I resisted laziness persevered ... it's only about 25 minutes. ... right?

Once the velvety goo reaches the magic 300 degree mark, remove from heat and pour onto the parchment-lined baking sheets. Dump the chocolate chips over the hot toffee a wait until they melt. Spread the chocolate over the top, then sprinkle with the almond dust. Let it cool for a few hours. ... in the fridge if you have room ... and then break it into little bits.

THE PRESENTATION:
I'm slightly proud of myself that I was able to salvage two glass jars (doing nothing but collecting dust and holding dry beans from 1999) so that I could nix a trip to Target and the very real potential that a quest for two glass jars (perhaps $8) would end up costing $80 in additional purchases.

UPSIDE: EASY homemade gift, two fewer things to move from one house to another, and zero dollars spent on impulse purchases.

DOWNSIDE: There's a week left until the graduation and I don't think the natives will ignore such yumminess staring them straight in the face every time one of them opens the fridge. Might be forced to repete recipe next week (in middle of the night and in total secrecy).

It will be worth it: success never tasted sweeter, sweartogod.

Smoo-ooooth

shots of a shot of orange juice ... we take our Vitamin C seriously, originally uploaded by toyfoto.

Oh, the joys ...

waiting for the parade, originally uploaded by toyfoto.

Of being on the tail end of the viral plague.

Of being in the wrong place at the right time.

Of skipped naps and forced smiles.

Of long weekends with lots to do but little patience.

Of returning to routine, even if you're flying by the seat of your pants to get back there.

Keep 'em hoppin'

OUT AND ABOUT THIS WEEKEND

LONG POND BEACH at Grafton Lakes State Parks open for the season this Saturday. If you're planning to get a jump-start on your tan, you might also practice your skills at sand castle building so you'll be able to recreate your masterpiece on Monday when park officials host a Sand Sculpture Contest beginning at noon. Sand sculptors will have about 2 1/2 hours before the judges make their decisions and present their awards at 3 p.m. All ages welcome. Call 279-1155 for more information, or visit nysparks.com.

GARAGE SAILING: The Town of Hillsdale, NY will hold a town wide community flea market on Saturday, May 23. The main event will be held in the hamlet’s town park located at the junction of Rtes. 22 and 23 from 9:30 a.m. to 3 p.m. Hillsdale residents will be holding tag sales on their property as well as the town’s businesses offering special events and sales. Proceeds will benefit the Hillsdale Hamlet Committee for beautification projects and future town events.

JUST CHUGGING ALONG: Have a Day Out With Thomas the Tank Engine at Upper Hudson River Railroad, 3 Railroad Place, North Creek today from noon to 4 p.m., and Saturday and Sunday from from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m. twenty-five- minute train rides depart on the hour. For $18 ($16 on Friday), kids ages 2 and up can ride the rail, meet Sir Topham Hatt and hear storytelling, live music, play with Legos and make arts and crafts. Call (866) 468-7630 for more information.

LIFE IS A JUGGLING ACT: So why not join the club? The Bindlestiff Family Cirkus is hosting a series of open Juggling Club sessions in the basement gym of John L. Edwards Elementary School, 360 State Street, in Hudson. The club will meet Monday nights starting May 25, from 6 tp 9 p.m. through June 22. These are informal practice sessions not formal lessons. A small fee will cover space rental. For more information, contact Stephanie@bindlestiff.org. Visit www.bindlestiff.org for more information. ... And once you get good at juggling ... you might want juggle on down Route 66 to Chatham and join the Chatham Unicycle Club. They meet on Sunday nights at 6 p.m. at Mary E. Dardess Elementary School, 50 Woodbridge Ave or at Crellin Park during nice weather. Check out hueydog for more information.

ONGOING AND UPCOMING

ACT OUT YOUR SUPERHERO: New York State Theater actor-director John McGuire will host "Books on Stage V" at the Troy Public Library, 100 Second St., Troy, starting this Wednesday from 3:30 to 5 p.m. - and continuing every Wednesday until June 24. Children in grades 4-8 will develop and perform their favorite comic book character in front of a live audience. Participation also includes free tickets to see "You’re a Good Man Charlie Brown" at NYSTI. The Books on Stage workshop is free but registration is required. Call 274-7071 to reserve a space. Visit the library's Web site for more information and other events for youth.

THE KING HAS LEFT THE WAX MUSEUM: The sixth annual Elvis Festival in Lake George will be held Thursday, May 28th through Sunday, May 31. The event's Italian dinner buffet, Friday night, and barbecue buffet, Saturday night, will provide Elvis fans an opportunity to meet the Elvis tribute artists up close. Starting at 6 p.m. nightly, the meals take place at the Painted Pony Saloon. Tickets for each dinner cost $22 each. The Great Pretenders: Elvis and Friends take place at 8:30 p.m. Friday evening in the main pavilion. "On Stage: 1969 Opening Night at the International" will be part of Saturday's grand finale featuring Dwight Icenhower, along with Ronny Craig and The Change of Habit Tribute Band at 8:30 p.m.

... Thankyouverymuch.

Random Question Thursday

Magnify or Reduce? More or Less?

Ah ... small is the new huge, right?

I'm thinking we're probably all in need of a little downsizing. Fairly certain I'll be starting with the closets. Hoping to just toss things I haven't worn, thought about or laid eyes upon during the last two years.

What are you looking to gain (or lose)?

Worth a thousand words

Maybe someday I'll try and use a few hundred to describe all that this image means to me; all that was going through my head as I squatted at the foot of the bed in the early morning light of an unfamiliar place and willed her to sleep through the clatter of the shutter as I snapped away.

Today, however, isn't that day.

Today is for peace.

And quiet.

Hand-me-downs

Every now and again I look down as I'm typing and I don't recognize my own hands.

I'm familiar with the tiny scar on the knuckle of my right ring finger, an accident from a summer job in my teenage years that could have been so much worse. You can barely see it now it's blended in with the folds of the skin.

I recognize the shapes of the fingertips; as I obsessively check them for curves and bulges that come with age. Was that always like that, I wonder? And then admit that it must have been.

There are now veins where I wanted them to be ... way back when I thought pronounced lines would make my hands look strong; less like they belonged on a portrait from the Middle Ages.

Now they are middled aged.

The skin of my hands is dryer; little lines more pronounced even as the overall appearance seems shiny under the right light. An odd combination.

They are showing their age; possibly moreso than even my face.

Sometimes I forget I'm not 20 ... until I look in the mirror.

And I remember.

What I might have said ...

I didn't really get to attend the memorial service for Peggy, Jed's grandmother. I could hear bits and pieces as I tried to keep the boy quiet and otherwise occupied. And I know some wonderful memories were shared by her children and grandchildren.

Had time or toddler permitted, I would have added this tiny memory to the mix:

It became my first "special delivery" letter to Annabel.

Somber and Celebratory

Well ... our weekend is spoken for. We'll be traveling to the Bay State to gather with friends and family to celebrate some significant and bittersweet events; the most somber of which is a memorial service for Jed's grandmother, "Peggy," who passed away on May 12.

She was a wonderful woman; the matriarch of the family even into her 90th decade.

She will be greatly missed.

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But I haven't forgotten about you ... There's some really hairy stuff for you all to do this weekend if you're so inclined to get out of the house. This week's theme seems to be ALL CREATURES GREAT AND SMALL ... (feel free to groan if you like.)

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NEAR

Oh, the drama
Why not treat the princess of the house to a real-life performance of Disney's Beauty and the Beast? The RPI Young Actors Guild presents the classic Disney tale Saturday, May 16 at 7 p.m. and Sunday, May 17 at 2 p.m. at RPI Playhouse, 1851 15th Street, Troy. General Admission tickets $8 children 2-12; $10 adult. Call 276-6505 for information.

Leepers, Peepers and Creepers
Join state wildlife biologist Alvin Breisch Saturday on a 2-mile trek through the Albany Pine Bush Preserve over easy to moderate terrain to listen to, observe and identify amphibian residents of this rare ecosystem. Meet at the Albany Pine Bush Discovery Center. $2 per person; $5 per family; free, children under 5. Registration is required, to register, click here or call 785-1800 for more information.

Coelophysis: A New York Dinosaur
I wonder if he ever said, "YO! I got yer velocirapter right here!" But you won't have to wonder if you head to the State Museum in Albany this weekend between 1 and 4 p.m. The museum offers educational fun for the whole family with games, crafts and other theme-based activities. Free. Call 474-5877 for more information.

AWWWW. so cuuuuuute.
Indian Ladder Farm, 342 Altamont Road, Altamont, is hosting "Baby Animal Days" from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. through May 25th. For $5 per kid (human kind), tykes can oogle the chicks, ducklings, turkey poults, bunnies, piglets, lambs, goat kids and calves. ... I wonder if they have cygnets? Call 765-2956 for more information.

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FAR:

Who let the dogs out?
Second annual WalkingthedogWALK down Warren St in Hudson will shake a leg (hopefully over the hydrant) at 2 p.m. on Saturday on Warren Street in Hudson. The event is followed by the Bestminster Dog Show at Basilica Industria, 110 South Front Street. Dogs of all shapes, sizes and canine ethnicity join together to parade down Warren Street. The dog show will feature food, music, doggie goodies and lots of fun for the whole family. $20 for first dog and $10 each addition dog. For more information, call 755-1716 or visit www.wtdtheater.org

Random Question Thursday

summerish, originally uploaded by toyfoto.

What is one of your favorite* summer-time memories?

*It doesn't have to be your favorite, just say the first thing that comes to mind.

I think for me "Summer" and "Memory" will always harken staying with friends (for weeks at a time) at their camp in Washington County. If I had to pull out a single memory from those days as being among my favorites, it would be playing hide-n-seek after dark: Danger, excitement and childhood all wrapped up into one activity.

Even my horror-scope mocks me

Some days are just bad

There's just no getting around it: Some days are bad.

Feet-stomping, frazzled, frustrating, fearful days. (Do all bad things begin with F?)

They can be the kind of bad that psyches you out: Days that seem like a good days, but, oh, look over there, on the horizon ... storm clouds are brewing.

They can be the kind of bad that gets better ...

or the kind of bad that gets worse.

They can be the kind of bad in which worse or better depends on one's level of optimism or one's ability to cope.

They can be the kind of bad that, when compared to other people's bad days, make you look like the winner of the lottery. Which, let's face it, can also be bad.

These bad days might even be good days when compared to other days still to come ... hopefully far, far away days.

Hoffman's Playland.

He's been here before - a few times during the past two seasons to be exact - but he was of an age in which he was neither interested nor conscious enough to notice the candy-color amusements and the tiny tots lining up to ride.

Blessing? Curse?

It's possible we could have eked through our afternoon outing without the boy's involvement. He fell fast asleep on the 30-minute commute and his temperament beforehand indicated he needed the shut-eye.

There was also a satisfying breeze that, with all four windows open half way, cooled the car nicely. The Dad was more than happy to wait with the boy and practice his ability to sleep in a reclined bucket seat whilst I braved the tortures of the big-kid rides.

I agreed to make our first ride the Tilt-a-Whirl, vividly remembering the gastric upset from last year's excursion, but theorizing my full stomach may have been a contributing factor. It had been hours since I'd eaten, perhaps I'd be safe.

I was wrong.

Oy. Motion sickness. How cruely you've crept up on me in my old age.

I fought my way past her other favorites -- the parachute ride, the cautions for which we read AFTER asking papa, the heart patient, to accompany her the first year we visited; The tiny roller coaster, which jerks so violently in its turns that I always feel in jeopardy of falling out; and the Scrambler, the name alone is enough to explain why I walked past saying NO! NO! NO! -- to the car.

"Your father will have to go on those rides with you, Ittybit. I just can't do it."

In the parking lot, we stood for a second watching the boys snooze. And then I pounded on the window.

"Can you go with her? She wants to ride the Scrambler. I. Just. Can't."

"Gee. Thanks a lot," he said peeling himself out from behind the steering wheel.

As I sat in the car with the snoozing toddler, I could see her Dad's head and shoulders snapping backwards as the cars whipped around. She's too small to be visible from my vantage.

I will the boy to wake up. "You don't want to miss this," I whisper over and over. "Playland ... Playland ..."

I didn't want to miss it either.

Louder: "WAKE-Y, WAKE-Y EGGS AND BAC-Y."

One eye opens. Then the other.

And off we go to find his sister, so she can take him on his first ride.

We find them near the boats, which is perfect as there is no finer first ride you can take than those boats floating around in a mechanical river.

I'm a giddy. Poised with a camera ... ready to take a picture from the same vantage my father took one of my sister and me.

Together they sit. He scowls. She rings the bell. He scowls some more. She rings the bell louder. He starts to cry. She stops ringing the bell to comfort him.

When the ride stops, I lift him out as Ittybit scrambles out after, translating his sobs.

"He's not a fan of the boats, Mom. Not enough aventure. ... He's a high flyer, I think."

The plane ride a few minutes later proved she was right.

My kids are thrill-seekers, unlike their old mom.

Mama's little devil

The boy child of an atheist father ... cared for weekdays by a good, Evangelical Christian woman ... says his very first sentence one morning at breakfast as he's dribbling milk and cereal Os from his spoon onto the table:


"Oh God!"

He spends the next few days repeating the sentence after every minor mishap while both father and caretaker cringe ... one in disbelief, the other in fervent belief.

His lapsed Catholic, agnostic mother just laughs and laughs and laughs.

Oh my ... look at the time ... it's quarter to Mother's Day weekend

You know what that means?

Come Sunday mothers everywhere are going to be expecting a little appreciation for the things they've given up for you. ... such as their professions. Promotions. Their youth. Their looks. A fine head of hair without a single strand of silver ... sanity.

A card would be nice, but there's no pressure.

Go ahead, tell her you don't observe holidays concocted by greeting card makers ... see what Santa brings you next Christmas. Or try telling her that she made her choice and that you didn't asked to be born. I'd steer clear of the green bean casserole next Thanksgiving if you do that, though.

Now I know there are some of you planning to spend some quality time with Mom ... maybe even make her a card with your own two hands and a box of crayon ... you know, since the economy is in the dumper and, really, what plain-jane greeting card was ever worth $6?

Moms always appreciate the thought ... (Even if everyone else is thinking the same thing.)

So with that in mind, why not follow thousands of other upstaters and drag Mom to Washington Park for the Annual Tulip Festival? No matter when you have free time, they'll be something happening in the park between Washington and Madion Avenues May 8 through 10.

Festivities include: The Street Scrubbing and Luncheon at noon on Friday; and music in the Park from 5:30 p.m. to 7:30 p.m. •
The Royal Tulip Ball at 6:30 p.m. on Saturday. •
and Venders hawking food, music and tons of stuff to keep the kids from driving you crazy from 11 a.m. to 6 p.m. both Saturday and Sunday. •

Note to moms: make the kids celebrate your stellar contributions to their lives a day early and hit Third Eye Blind at the Main Stage on Saturday at 4 p.m. You'll be there with thousands of other moms who are also hollering, but it's probably still -- even with the "multi-genre" acts slated for Sunday -- your best bet.

Check out the full schedule HERE

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ALSO THIS WEEKEND

KNOCK YOUR MOM OUT ... not literally ... although you might let her watch someone knock someone else's mom out if you take her to the the roller derby on Saturday. The Hellions of Troy take on The Utica Rollergirls at 6 p.m. at the Frear Park Ice Rink, Frear Ave., Troy.

The Hellions bill themselves as "a rolling juggernaut of tough-as-nails athleticism, brutal competition and white-knuckled excitement." Women’s roller derby, for those who have never seen it is a full contact, aggressive, competitive sport played on traditional quad skates. Basically a catfight on wheels.

Of course that doesn't mean these ladies are heartless: for each bout, the Hellions will give a portion of ticket sales to a local charity. A portion of Saturday's take will go to the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. Tickets for each bout will be $10 in advance, $12 at the door, $3 for kids under 12.

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OH LOOK! Camping is now available on weekends at Cherry Plain State Park. For reservations, visit www.reserveamerica.com and for more information call 279-1155. But if you plan to take MOM camping this weekend, I give her permission to serve you pasty oatmeal for breakfast every day next week. Just saying.

NOT I'M ANTI-OUTDOORS OR ANYTHING ... The Rensselaer Plateau Alliance will present an educational and information walk in the woods along the Plateus Hudson River Watersheds from 9:30 .am. to noon on Saturday at Pineridge Cross Country Ski Area, 1462 Plank Road in Petersburgh. Call 283-3652 or visit rensselaerplateau.org for more information.

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ELSEWHERE

I'll have a little more wine to go with that cheese ... at the Rip Van Winkle Wine and Cheese Festival that is. The event takes place from 1 to 5 p.m. on Saturday at Beattie-Powers Mansion in Catskill. Lex Grey's Cabaret will provide the music, and a host of local wineries and cheese mongers with provide the unlimited tastings to gnosh. $20 will get you in, and will benefit village parks.

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UPCOMING

Better Bennington Corporation's MAYFEST 2009 will be the largest ever. More than 140 arts and crafts vendors, a huge variety of foods including international delicacies and traditional favorites will be available in the food court; live music; family entertainment; children’s activities including face painting and petting zoo; and community information booths will fill Main Street from 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. Saturday, May 23 in downtown Bennington, Vt. Mayfest is also the kick off for Moose Fest 2009. The herd will be on Main Street just in time to greet all the visitors to Mayfest! Come rain or shine, but leave Fido at home.

Random Question Thursday

What little something-something is sitting on a shelf in your kitchen that represents (or may actually be) a relic of your childhood?

Oh ... my kitchen has a bunch of things, oddly enough. But it's the cinnamon sugar that really seems to be a relic of childhood.

A few sprinkles on buttered toast ... a taste one seems to outgrow.

My mother keeps her blend of sugared spice a glass jar with shaker top in a cupboard above the stove.

Mine is tin with a handle and cute little toaster graphics, purchased a few years ago for too many dollars at a chi-chi coffee shop as I was waiting in line to order my large decaf, black, thankyouverymuch.

When I saw the yellow tin a clap of nostalgia thundered around me, forcing a stunning realization: We had a child but we didn't have any cinnamon sugar in our house.

Must. Be. Rectified.

So I handed over a ten-spot for my coffee and this tin (which was filled with the labeled spice blend) and it's been in our kitchen ever since, though not in heavy demand. Ittybit calls it shake sugar, and puts a sprinkle here and there on oatmeal or French toast.

Though, when I was cleaning up the other day I realized our tin could use a refill.

I hope The Champ hasn't found it usefull for filling the cracks in the floor.

Time, she flies

Annabel's last "special day" at preschool, originally uploaded by toyfoto.

Dear Annabel,

Today was your last "Special Day" at the Marilla Cuthbert Academy for Unspeakably Charming Children.

It's not your last day of school there, but the last day in which one of your parents **points to self** will show up bearing healthy snacks that none of your friends will touch with a ten-foot pole.

It was the last day I'd have a chance to slip the photos I had taken of your classmates (all year long) into their bookbags. Photographs I'd tucked in envelopes and that you had dutifully sealed with "Love" in a color representing their name ... Blue for Billy ... Magenta for Madeline ... Silver for Sierra.

It's the last day in which one of your charming teachers will tilt their head and cluck in my direction ... when I so obviously hang up the paintings in the wrong place or as I'm reading books when I should be helping kids put on their smocks so they can paint. There will be chittering among them as I break some other rule ... such as talking to you when you are in line instead of making sure you are all as quiet as church mice.

It's been more than three years since you first walked through the doors of this cooperative preschool ... the very one I went to when I was your age ... the very one I lived above when I was a young adult.

You already know those stories, you say when I mention them in passing.

You also know numbers and the difference between upper and lower case. You can spell you name and recite your phone number. And every day you come home with a new letter and all the words you learned that begin with that letter.

Both of us have learned a great deal these last three years.

In addition to writing your name and remembering your numbers, you've learned to cut with scissors, recognize letters and understand about cause and effect, as it applies to so many things.

On the last Special Day I was finally proficient in hanging the paintings to dry, and collecting all the crafts so that parents wouldn't have to search. I easily did the chores that needed doing ... cleaning paintbrushes, wiping tables, vacuuming floors and taking out the trash.

I didn't even mess up snack time.

"O" was the letter of your last special day.

We brought Oranges and Oyster crackers and Olives (though you were quite sure no one would eat them). We also brought orange smoothies, blended at home the night before.

You helped. We blended oranges, pineapples, papayas, mangos and bananas with ice and orange juice, squeezing in the juice of a lime for good measure.

When we tested it you gave it your highest praise: "The most delicious of deliciousities I ever had in my whole entire world of worlds."

I beamed. And then I set the blender up for a second time ... this time adding kale to the mix and a plan to call the new creation "Oscar Isn't Such a Grouch After All Smoothie."

But as the kids' luck would have it, the blender broke.

And then your father gave me his patented eyebrow arch: "Kale? Really?"

"Yes, Kale. ... I just wanted to see Ms. Cuthbert's eyes roll back in her head one last time."

Of course tonight you'll have to report that I didn't need a green smoothie to do that; all I had to do was put out the green tractor trikes in the play yard.

"In the wrong place again, mom. In the wrong place again."

*Sigh*

Look out Kindergarten, ready or not, here I come.

Love,

Mommy

Older, wiser ... but still wearing size 4T

Ittybit: Mama? When I am an old woman will I look like you? I mean ... I don't have black hair, so I think I won't look like you. But ...

Mama (Trying not to hyperventilate): You think I am an old woman?

Ittybit (Realizing her mother's frailty): Well, I'm an an old woman, too.

Mama (Trying to regain composure): You are not an old woman. You are a young girl ...

Ittybit: I know I'm a kid, but sometimes change can be hard. In that way I'm an old woman, too.

He's so happy on this Noble steed

Hello Noble, originally uploaded by toyfoto.

I wasn't going to mention his HEELS should be pointing down. ... not his toes. That would just be needlessly nitpicky.

His sister ... well ... she's been on a horse a few times already.



She's a pro.

*Thanks to Morgan's mom for making this playdate the most awesomest ... ever.

Great Aunt Mary, 1913-2009

Mary died.

She was the last of the "Great Aunts" on my mother’s side. My grandmother's baby sister.

She would have been 96 this month, a long life by most standards. Nonetheless, when my mother said she'd gone, the words tumbled over each other, preventing me from sleep.

Mary. Died.

Loveable Mary.

Stylish Mary.

Mary, who, despite a gentle demeanor and slender calves, was herself a brick house beneath tendrils of ivy.

Mary who’d lived through wonderful luck and terrible loss with the same cheerful grace, and who was always "as truthful as kindness allowed," was gone.

If anyone could, we all thought, Mary would live forever.

I have many memories of Mary; many more than I have of my own grandmother, who died when I was a child: Her voice, her smile, her devil-may-care but the angels-will-call demeanor. A glint in her eye that was proof she enjoyed the world and the people in it.

I also remember the things that surrounded her: photographs of family on the mantle; magnets on the fridge holding up milestones from loveone's far-flung; the candy kisses on the table; the sodas in the pink ice box, sadly replaced when it couldn’t be fixed; the tea kettle on her pink, push-button stove. ...

Pink was her color. I wanted it to be my color, even as I robotically wore black.

Most memorable for me, however, was one night nearly 20 years ago when my mother phoned to ask if I would get Aunt Mary from the hospital and stay with her the night.

She'd had an "episode" and was alright, but shouldn't be left alone.

Such a request no one had ever made of me, nor would they have had they any other choice. No one else was available.

Great Aunt Mary had been having these episodes of stroke-like effects; and they scared her. She didn’t want to be alone.

I was scared, too. What if something happened to her in the night? What would I do?

When I arrived at the hospital she was waiting, dressed in a robe and slippers. I wasn't scared after I saw her. Though noticeably tired, she was the same charming person I’d always known her to be, ready with a laugh and a smile and an "I’m so glad you’re here ... I really hope it wasn’t an inconvenience."

It was the first time in my life when I felt not only needed, but trusted, too.

How could such need ever be an inconvenience?

It was just a single moment in time. A minute. A second. Insignificant.

Many years later she attended my wedding; she held my first child in her arms on the golden swivel chair; she met my second child in photographs after she’d moved away to live with her daughters.

After that I saw her only in photographs.

Her smile hadn't changed.

As news of her final days traveled back home, however, I remembered that night so long ago that I slept in her spare bedroom.

"There will never be another like Mary," I thought then. "I am lucky to have known you," I think now.

Goodnight, Mary.

Sleep well.

A Stitch in Time Saves Swine, or ...

What with all the pandemic pandemonium ping-ponging about, some of you might be thinking this weekend would be a swine fine time to stay indoors and away from crowds. ... Maybe even help the pork industry reclaim its former glory by vegging PORKING out in front of the TV and watching the lovely and talented Charlotte save the bacon of her sweet little friend, Wilber?

That sounds nice, doesn't it?

On the otherhand, if you're feeling a touch more adventurous, you might find getting outside this weekend will give your spring a healthy kick-start.


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BARNS ARE FOR PAINTING
Olana will host First Niagara’s Art in The Barn workshops every Saturday in May. Geared toward preschoolers and their caregivers, the classes are held in the Wagon House Education Center and use the grounds of the historic home overlooking the Hudson River as inspiration. Music, Story-telling and Movement class from 12 to 1; open art studio time from 1 to 4. Free. Visit Olana.org for more information.


HEALTH KICKS
On Sunday, May 3, let your kids lace up their running shoes and join in the Healthy Kids, Healthy Rensselaer 5k Run/Walk at Riverfront Park in Rensselaer. The day-long event (8 a.m. to 2 p.m.) will feature food, activities and entertainment as well as two foot races. Registration is from 8:30 to 9:45 a.m. in the park, located off Broadway between Third and Fifth. The race starts at 10 a.m. (walkers follow runners) and an award ceremony will follow at 11 a.m. Children from the Boys and Girls Club of Southern Rensselaer will participate in a one mile run after the award ceremony. This event is free and open to anyone under the age of 13.

Sponsored by the University at Albany School of Public Health Leaders of Tomorrow. All proceeds will benefit Boys and Girls Club of Southern Rensselaer to promote nutrition, physical activity and healthy lifestyles.


TO MARKET, TO MARKET
Also on Sunday, The Brunswick Grange will host a Tailgate Sale at the Schaghticoke Fairgrounds, Route 67 and 40, from 8 a.m. until 12:30 p.m. There will be 50 vendors selling several varieties of chickens, ducks, geese, plants and other related agricultural items. Come rain or shine. For additional information, call 279-9113.


UPCOMING
The Village Stage’s Little Stage presents “Little Red Ridinghood” at 11 a.m. and 1 p.m. May 9 at The Arts Center of the Capital Region, 265 River St., Troy. Tickets are $5. Reservations are not necessary. Call 273-0552 for more information or visit ACCR online at artscenteronline.org

The Valley Falls Library will present a colonial re-enactment at 10 a.m. May 16 on the library grounds. Displays include weapons of the 1600-1700s, blacksmith with tools, a surgeon and his instruments and more.

DON’T FORGET MOM *POINTS TO SELF*
Celebrate Mother’s Day with a picnic and plant sale at Olana on Sunday, May 10 from noon to 2 p.m. Bring your favorite lunch and picnic blanket and spend the afternoon at the former home of Hudson River School painter Frederick Edwin Church. The best part is the site will kick in free art supplies so the kidlets can make their own landscape painting for mom.
Bob Hyland, co-owner of Loomis Creek Nursery, will also be on hand to chat about horticulture and the art of designing garden borders for sun and shade. Call 828-1872 for information.

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Now. ...

Please go wash your hands.

... and use SOAP.

Random Question Thursday

Who's your completely safe, platonic, never-in-a-millions-years but *sigh* I-can-still-dream-can't-I crush?

Mine's Jack Johnson ...

How could I NOT be distantly in awe of a guy who wrote: “Our dreams are made of real things, like a shoebox full of photographs.”

Working late tonight

us - evening commute, originally uploaded by toyfoto.

The morning commute still went without a hitch, but it makes me kinda sad that I won't get to do the read, tuck and kiss tonight.

Nevertheless, Jed's trying to show me up to impress the kids -- and in doing so, eventually get them to go to bed without too much fuss -- by picking them up in the crane truck for the evening commute.

Love at first sight

The day before it happened, I saw the look in his eye and I knew. ... The husband would be heartbroken.


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With a few spare minutes before Ittybit's dance class we stopped at the Surly Drip in the center of town. I wasn't sure I could face the other mothers, sitting on the edge of their seats holding their breath for the "Re-vi-lay," without something caffeinated.

Gathered in front of the coffee shop were legions of Little Leaguers.

He reached for me when I unhooked his tether. As I backed out of the car with him in my arms, he clung to me silently. His eyes were wide. His tight grip pressed down on my torso as he inched higher. He wanted to get a better view of the button-capped boys and girls chasing each other from stoop to sidewalk with Vitamin Waters and toasted bagels.

I was resigned to wait. I had guessed there would be a line. The season had commenced earlier that morning with a candy-hurling gang of players parading past our house to the baseball field down the street. We had trudged out to the edge of the yard to wave them by. There were too many teams to play at once.

Ittybit snip-snapped past me making full use of her flip-flops and flouncy dress as she made her way to the cooler containing colorful drinks. We had a full itinerary for that first summery day, and she didn't want to miss a second of it. But she did want a taste of pink water to go with her buttery bread.

I'd promised ...

Still silent and unwiggling as I swayed in line, The Champ adjusted his weight and position to keep his eyes always on the ball players.


***

Later in the weekend ... at the party of a thousand activities he honed in on one: A construction cone set-up with a few wiffle balls and bats.

With the help of an older boy my baby took hold of one of the bats and, with an imperfect stance, commensed playing his first improvised game of T-ball. Each time he swung - handle to ball - he sent the hollow orb flying. When the boy had tired of fetching the ball The Champ chased after it himself and carefully set it up again. ... and again ... and again.


***

When he got home he found a plain blue baseball hat in a pile of hand-me-downs I'd yet to handed over or down, and put it on. He refused to take it off.

His father, the soccer enthusiast, has accepted that his is a baseball fan with as much grace as he can muster. "It doesn't matter what he plays ... it doesn't matter if he plays ... as long as he's happy doing it."

She's all about haut cuisine ...

annabel made dinner, originally uploaded by toyfoto.

My father called me one evening last week, a little while after the kids had gone to bed, to warn me of something he had done that *could, potentially, perhaps, most likely, but maybe not* cause a problem. It was something he thought that I should know about so I could be on lookout for trouble …

Got it?

Yeah, neither did I.

What could possibly be WORSE than teaching a then-three-year-old to open the refrigerator by herself? … Or swing down the staircase one step at a time holding on to the handrail? … Or to unlatch her own seatbelt? What could be worse than realizing she’d dialed Guam instead of Gram when the phone bill arrives?


PAPA: “Well, I let her use a sharp knife to cut carrots and strawberries. …

Then there was a pause …

ME: “Ok?”

PAPA: “By herself. … But I told her she’s NOT to try it without mom or dad watching.”

ME: “Oh … I’m not worried,” I lied, thinking immediately of the scar I’d gotten while trying to cut apples when I was seven – two years older than Ittybit.

PAPA: “She was so pleased with herself.”

I was thinking of this little exchange Sunday evening as we were returning home from the second of two weekend parties for newly five-year-old friends.

ME: “I have a great idea!” I said with the borrowed enthusiasm of a game-show host. “Why don’t YOU make dinner tonight?”

HER: SILENCE.

I’m guessing now the lack of response was the disbelief that some unmentioned DREAM was FINALLY coming true, because when we got home she went straight to work …

Assembling leftovers from the refrigerator into one of the most artful (not to mention tasty) meals ever served in our home.

And then, while I was putting Silas to sleep, she decided to tackle dessert: “Sliced Strawberries on Oreos.”

Yet, because I wasn’t watching, the knife she used to slice the strawberries was of the butter variety.

Now I know I’m biased, but I don't think you can blame me for thinking she really is the best.

Every Day

Kermit might find it’s not easy being green but everyone else on the planet knows EARTH DAYS are easy … that’s why we’re keeping them going into the weekend. So if you are in the mood to protect the place where you keep your stuff, check out one or four of the following events:

Celebrate Earth Day again on Saturday with South Central Troy’s Neighborhood Watch by rolling up your sleeves and donating the most valuable thing of all: your time. Volunteers will gather the group’s headquarters on Hill Street at 9 a.m. and get to work doing what needs to get done in the Little Italy, Washington Park, Historic Sage, Pottery and Think First districts. Bring any gear you got from gloves to rakes and join your neighbors in a little spring cleaning. Volunteers are still needed to spruce up all sections of the neighborhood including parks and alleyways. Donations of snacks and water are also greatly appreciated. Call Heather at 441-5700 for more information.

Albany Pine Bush Discovery Center will host “Terrific Turtles of The Pine Bush,” at 1 p.m. at the center located at 195 New Karner Road., Albany. Call 456-0655 for more information.

The New York State Museum in Albany will celebrate Earth Day on Saturday at the Empire State Plaza from 11 a.m. to 4 p.m. The day-long event features “Arm of the Sea Mask and Puppet Theater,” as well as lots of fun, hands-on activities, story telling and nature exhibits. Free.

Of course, if you get tired of events that celebrate the Planet Earth, you could schlep on over to the Dunn Memorial Bridge in Rensselaer and try your luck at scoping out the "Salt" of the Earth. Angelina Jolie and family are reportedly in town gumming up the highway as they film scenes for the action flick. And to think ... just a few years ago that screwball bridge was falling apart.


EARTH ELSEWHERE

The Village of Valatie will host its first “Big Earth, Little Village” celebration Saturday and Sunday, from 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. at various locations throughout Main Street. Exhibits will include various wellness practitioners and products.

Hancock Shaker Village in Pittsfield, Mass. is showing off its newest residents: “Baby Animals on the Shaker Farm.” What better way to get kids thinking about the earth than bring them up-close and in-person to the lambs, piglets, calves and chicks filling the historic Round Stone Barn. Visitors can pet the new arrivals and explore the surrounding farmyard, historic buildings, and blossoming gardens. Through May 3. Open 10 a.m. to 4 p.m. daily. Admission is free for members; $16.50 for other adults, $8 for kids older than 12. For more information, visit www.hancockshakervillage.org

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ANOTHER WORTHY EVENT TO GET YOU OUT AND ABOUT THIS WEEKEND …

“WALK A MILE IN HER SHOES,” the men’s march to stop rape, sexual assault and gender violence, will step off on Saturday from the Lally Pavilion at Samaritan Hospital. Check-in and registration ($10) for participants is at 10 a.m. The march begins and 11 a.m. Women and children are also encouraged to participate. Call 271-3639 for more information.

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UPCOMING and filed in the “DON’T LAUGH IT’S NOT ONLY GOOD FOR THE PLANET BUT ALSO EDUCATIONAL IF YOU STICK AROUND TO WATCH” category …

The Tsatsawassa Protective Fire Company is hosting a "Cat Castration, Mobile Vet Clinic" on May 3 at its station, located at 9 Firehouse Lane in Brainard. Yes, you read that correctly. Male cats may be dropped off between 10 a.m. and noon in marked cage or traps (if they are feral). Animals may be picked up between 2 and 4 p.m. A variety of discounted services available: Package A. $40 Castration and rabies vaccination; Package B. $50 Castration, rabies and FVRCP inoculations; or Package C. $60 Castration, rabies, FVRCP and Feline Leukemia vaccinations. All cats will be given antibiotic injections. Feline Leukemia tests available for a $25 fee. Animals should not be fed for at least eight hours prior to having a procedure. Call 794-9494 for more information.

Random Question Thursday

earthday , originally uploaded by toyfoto.

How did you celebrate Earth Day?

We didn't really celebrate Earth Day yesterday, but this morning we got up so early we had LOTS of time to waste conserve.

AND since we had SO MUCH LUCK with the flower and pumpkin germanation experiment using egg cartons and reclaimed potting soil, we decided to plant the rest of our seed packets -- watermelon, tomatoes, basil, coriander, oregano and parsley -- in a similar manner.

Which leads me to a new feature of Random Question Thursday -- Random BONUS QUESTION Thursday:

What's up with organic eggs sold in plastic containers, anyway?

Me thinks we should be working on lowering our consumption for Earth Day next year.

Was it a mistake? Magic 8 Ball isn't so sure ...

teen beat, originally uploaded by toyfoto.

“If you don’t stop fighting this instant, I’m going to pull the car over and put you both out!”

Well, a well-heeled Scarsdale mother gave those usually empty words teeth earlier this week when she pulled her vehicle over in a White Plains business district, three miles from home, and ordered her bickering children (10- and 12-year-old girls) to exit the car and then drove off.

It would seem almost comical to me — a person who throughout her own formative years heard that same threat enough to ignore it without even batting an eye — except that the mother was subsequently arrested and issued a restraining order requiring she have no contact with the kids, who were unharmed by the event.

And then parents, who were asked to comment for follow-up news stories, came out in droves to say what a different world it is today; and how, even though they empathize with the mom's frustrations, they themselves could never actually drive away.

It’s impossible to glean details from published reports as to where the girls were left — along a highway or in a strip mall — or whether the mother came back to get them. Some broadcast reports have the 12-year-old running after the car and being allowed back in, while the 10 year-old was found crying by strangers, who contacted police. Regardless, I just can’t understand how anyone would waste the court’s time with such a case.

This is where I launch into the bit about when I was 10 years old I was riding my bike, helmetless, five miles along narrow, winding roads to a friend’s house and back.

(I’ll spare you the tale of it being uphill both ways.)

I realize there are SO MANY PEOPLE who think things are different these days; and that people are different and can’t be trusted. And that cars are different, and too big. And that drivers have really bad peripheral vision and virtually no spot in the back window that isn’t blind, not to mention that they are always on their cell phones … or texting anyway; doing anything, but paying attention to the road.

Let's not forget about about the abandonment issues.

These poor, sad children ... with their ipods and cell phones, living in tony neighborhoods ... with a frazzled and ineffective mother.

To have their mother drive away is just cruel proof she doesn’t love them.

Yes. It’s probably best she was arrested and that a restraining order was issued and that she was barred from seeing them until the matter can be sorted out by one of the more underworked case managers in the system.

Unless, of course, the kids had had a cell phone …

and could have called their dad. …

Or a cab.

Or if they didn't, (gasp) maybe they could have stuck together ...

and looked out for one another.

I forgot. We don't do that anymore.

Too snarky, right?

Not Ready for a Closeup, originally uploaded by toyfoto.

I am NEVER playing the Lotto.

Remember how I mentioned that Getty Images asked me to submit a bunch of photos for its Flickr collection?

Did I mention how excited I was when THIS was one of the first images sold from the collection.

It even appeared (briefly) in a video story on FoxNews. (i know ... so fair AND balanced).

Welp.

Nevermind.

Turns out .... two months later ... when the electronic statement was finally posted. No Sale.

It had been canceled. In the same month. But evidently it could have been cancelled in the following month and I would end up owing Getty from future sales if they'd paid me for the cancelled one.

Their answer to my question about how long people have to cancel sales: "It is disappointing to know of a sale then to find it's been cancelled, but any veteran photographer licensing her images will tell you that this comes with the territory."

I can't but think that was adding a little insult to injury ... not to mention not answering the question.

Of course ... I posted the above (Commercial Failure) picture to flickr ... before I knew any of this had taken place.

So ... maybe I should play the Lotto.

Who needs a giant flatscreen TV ...

Things we'll miss at the new house, originally uploaded by toyfoto.

when you can have breakfast with the backhoe?

These are the kinds of things we'll miss when we get to the new house. ... Of course, there may be actual eating going on at the new place without such distractions.

groovy, baby

groovy, baby, originally uploaded by toyfoto.

Did you know this Saturday marks National Independent Record Store Day?

What is that you ask?

Why, it's a day of appreciation for record stores across the country that have toiled away in relative obscurity, losing customers to the big bad national chains, in an effort to keep the locals in hip tunes and vintage vinyl, not to mention help support local music scenes. So if you like music -- and who doesn’t? -- get yourself and the kids out to support the little guy at the corner spin shop.

THE BEAT GOES ON ...
THE RIVER STREET BEAT SHOP, 197 River Street, Troy, will celebrate Record Store Day on Saturday with performances by Furman’s Basement at 3 p.m. and Rambling Jug Stompers 4:30 p.m. The concert will be a fundraiser for The Regional Food Bank. Attendees are encouraged to bring non-perishable food items. Cash donations are appreciated. For more information, call 470-3023.

TWICE AS NICE ...
LAST VESTIGE MUSIC STORE -- with two locations, 173 Quail Street, Albany (432-7736) and at 437 Broadway Saratoga Springs (226-0811) -- will have in-store specials and give-aways on Sturday, and at 2 p.m. will host appearances by the Rambling Jug Stompers in Albany and Sarah Pedinotti & the Railbirds at its Saratoga store.

DOING IT EVERY DAY ...
BLUE NOTE RECORD SHOP, 156 Central Ave., in Albany, isn't doing anything special on Saturday, but they are independent and they have been THE place to go for hard to find albums for decades.

TO FIND OUT MORE about record store happenings across the country, visit THE NATIONAL WEB SITE


LITERALLY FUN
Also Saturday, at 2 p.m., the Sand Lake Center for the Arts & Poestenkill Youth Department are working in partnership to offer Shakespeare’s Clowns Performing LITERARY LUNACY. Sean Fagan (The Famous Seano of Circus Theatrics) and Eric Shova (actor and teacher) will recite poetry, sing songs and generally clown around as they represent the stock characters of a fool and a scholar. Tickets are $5 per person $15 per family. Poestenkill residents are free of charge. Call 674-2007 for more information.

COMING UP …
THE PINE BUSH CELEBRATES EARTH DAY April 25th at Albany Pine Bush Preserve. Participants will gather at 9 a.m. at the Discovery Center at 195 New Karner Road in Albany to work on a variety of conservation projects. Registration is required. To sign up, please visit www.albanypinebush.org and click on "Calendar Events" or call 456-0655.

*DROPPING BIG OLD HINT*
MOTHER'S DAY PICNIC AND PLANT SALE
Sun. May 10 from noon to 2 p.m. at Olana.
This Mother’s Day bring a picnic blanket and your favorite lunch down to the Farm Complex at Olana; supplies provided for kids to paint a landscape painting gift for Mom. Visit the Wagon House Education Center to pick up art supplies and learn a little about horticulture/the art of designing garden borders for sun and shade from Bob Hyland, co-owner and principal of Loomis Creek Nursery, Hudson. A great selection of plants to jumpstart your spring gardens and containers will be offered for sale from this fantastic local nursery and gardening resource. Free. Call 828-1872 for information.

Random Question Thursday

Glory of the Snow, aka Chionodoxa, originally uploaded by toyfoto.

What's been bugging you?


I've been almost completely consumed with trying to find out what these little flowers, the first to really show up in spring here in the northeast, are called.

In some places they can appear as a carpet of blue.

I finally took this picture and asked begged the interwebs to tell me.

Thanks, Niall. I'll sleep better tonight ... (After I take an antihistamine, of course).

Polite Society

polite society, originally uploaded by toyfoto.

... and his five-year-old sister.

Seriously, though ... Who knew he'd actually eat FOOD if he were seated at a "kiddie table" with his big sister?

Annabel knew. *High five!*

Dinner's on the floor from now on. Well ... technically, it will be about a foot up from the floor.

Everyone tells me it will be beautiful

... once we get to the new building.

I just hope it's a little more finished.

Talk like a Pirate Day is going to be interesting this year

smugglers, originally uploaded by toyfoto.

Because I can't get the romanticised, plasticised, smiling version of pirates out of my mind when it comes to the news of real-life crime on the seas that's been reported of late, I've decided to add to the inappropriateness ... I dubbed this play structure: "Smugglers' Cave."

Happy Easter!

Because you can't just sit around all day and GROWL at each other ...

No, really, they are growling at each other, originally uploaded by toyfoto.

Well ... you could, but, believe me, after a while even that wears out its welcome.

There's tons of things to do out in the world. Much of it doesn't even cost a cent. Why, just yesterday the kids and I wasted a perfectly good half hour riding around the house in a wheelbarrow. (Ok ... I was driving, but everyone still has all their appendages and we had fun.)

From A to Z, here are some other ideas you can waste spend quality time doing: AQUARIUMS, BISTROS, CAFES, DIGGING in DIRT piles and EASTER EGG hunts. You can FLOAT sailboats in your bathtub, GARDEN, go HORSEBACK riding, INVESTIGATE a place you've never been before, or just JUMP up and down in one place. You can try flying a KITE, visiting the LIBRARY, MAKE something pretty for your MOMMY or just go out into NATURE. You can OPINE about OPPOSUMS, or PRANCE or PRETEND, you can site QUIETLY in the woods looking for QUAIL, you can RACE your brother to the mailbox, or you can SWING from the TREES. You can pretend you are UNDERWATER or VISITING a VOLCANO, or maybe just take a WALK to XANADU or to the nearest YURT. If you've done everything you can think to do, you might lastly try the ZOO.

Of course, if you live nearby ... you might check out these little tidbits this week:

EASTER EGG HUNTS

Evergreen Commons, 1070 Luther Road, in East Greenbush will host its annual indoor Easter Egg event from 2 to 4 p.m. on Saturday, April 11, Refreshments, live animal petting zoo, music and face painting for children up to age 10. The children must be accompanied by an adult. For additional information, please call 479-4662.

Also on Saturday, The Village of Kinderhook will host its annual Easter Egg hunt at the House of History, followed by a meet and greet with the Easter Bunny at the gazebo in the village square. Festivities kick off at noon. Children 10 and younger are invited to participate.

The Village of Nassau's Easter Egg hunt will take place at 1 p.m. at the gazebo on John Street.

North Chatham United Methodist Church, Route 203 in North Chatham, will host an Easter Egg hunt on Saturday at 9 a.m.

The North Greenbush Youth Department will hold its annual Easter Egg Hunt for children who are residents of the town and in Pre-K through 4th Grade at 10 a.m. on Saturday. The children will be separated into age groups the day of the hunt.


REMEMBER THE VIDEO GAME FROGGER?

You know, where you goal was to get the green amphibian across the road before it got squashed by a truck? Bet you didn’t know people study such phenomena. If you have the stomach for it – and we know most 8 year-olds LIVE for this – get yourselves on over to the New York State Museum on Wednesday, April 15, where museum staff will present “Predicting and Mitigating Hotspots of Herpetofauna Road Mortality." The program - a lecture - is free and will take place at noon.

ROAD TRIP?

Why not come and walk around a working sheep farm? Old Chatham Sheepherding Company, 155 Shaker Museum Road, doesn’t offer tours, but they’re working farm is always open to visitors. A staff of five employees, assisted by Reggie the border collie, works seven days a week milking 400 ewes twice a day. Depending on what time a day you arrive you might see farm hands caring for baby lambs, moving sheep to and from pasture. Arrive at 3 p.m. on any given day and you’ll see the milking process. You can also stop by the farm store and purchase some of their world-famous products. For more info, visit www.blacksheepcheese.com.

AND JUST ONE MORE LITTLE BIG THING …

It has come to my attention that Milo, an 8-year-old beagle, needs a new home. My friends at the Animal Protective Foundation in Scotia tell me the poor pooch’s world was turned upside down when he was given up after his people decided to divorce. Milo is friendly and loves being around people, but he’s lonely at the shelter and in need of a loving home. If you or someone you know is looking to share their love with Milo, please call Marguerite Pearson at 374-3944 extension 113.

Random Question Thursday

new favorite thing, originally uploaded by toyfoto.

What's your new favorite thing?

The Champ, as you can see, has found the window sill a delightful place to watch the "gucks" pull in and out of the plumbing contractor's facility next door. As soon as he hears the heavily, metalic squeal of breaks he makes a break for the window.

Ittybit's new favorite thing involves movies ... Nim's Island, Kung Fu Panda, and Barbie "classics"** have all made it into the top rotation. As has popcorn with "real" butter "not that fake stuff that dad eats."

My new favorite things are Target coffee and pestering Jed to make another window guard.



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** Here's the story behind the Barbie "classics" bruhaha: I promised Annabel a DVD of her choice (because she was getting the dark side of a promise) and during a tearful phone call she came up with "Barbie and the Joker." As I was frantically searching the internet for such an unfathomable title, I skeptically asked her to describe the movie. ...

"You know ... it's the movie about two Barbies and a guy who's a joker. I saw it at Emma's house."

Thinking ... thinking.

"Do you mean "Princess and the Pauper?"

"Oh, MOM! That's it! You're right! For once in your life, you were right!"

I started to chuckle and the conversation became a two-way over on the sitter's end: "Oh Annabel that's not nice. Appologize to Mom!"

"But she's laughing ... "

Despite being on the phone, I could feel Lori's glare.

"I'm sorry, mom."

Some advice that won't make you cry

There's not much I can offer parents venturing off into the magical world of public celebrations geared for small children, except for a little advice.

You may not remember, but a few years back we attended our first Easter Egg Hunt.

You know of which I speak? ... The over-planned municipal nightmare wherein at least one child each year isn't able to find a candy-filled plastic orb or isn't able to snatch one up quickly enough before losing it forever to an over-coached neighbors' kid in an unneighborly show of Darwinism?

Lest I say, it was a disaster.

The event turned the cute and cuddly, warm and fuzzy Easter Bunny into a dyed-in-the-wool monster.

Thanks to archiving you can go back for the scene of the crime should you choose.

Now I suppose that since the way of the world seems to be survival of the fittest there's nothing wrong with rules that ensure a competitive hunt. But there seems to be a little something missing in a community feel-good event if tiny tots are left to cry it out when their parents haven't thought ahead enough to strategize tactical maneuvers to ensure tots will actually find one measly little plastic egg.

And we were lucky in that we had a neighbor who willingly shared some of their found treasures. But not all kids have been so fortunate to have such kind and generous neighbors. (Each year I hear new and daunting stories about the egg hunt from hell, as we have begun to think of it).

So my advice to all you trusting folks with sweet little munchkins, who, through no fault of your own (and quite by accident) may find yourself attending one of these bloodthirsty affairs, is simple: Before you pack the kids into the car and head out, fill a few eggs with treats and slip them into your pockets.

Just.

In.

Case.