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Blagorius Buffin & Mavis Muffin
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Jan. 24th, 2007 | 09:03 am
Ben and I really enjoy walking in the cemetery. It's so big that we still hadn't seen all of it, and yesterday we found a section that's chained off from car traffic but fine on foot. Many of the oldest graves are there, with deaths dating from the mid-to-late 1800's. The path and trees are beautiful, and we found yet another tree to lean against as we contemplate life. We played I Spy from this position, and looked up in awe at the height of the trees.
The path was frozen in spots, with snow covering it, and we delighted in the sound of ice threatening to crack as we stepped on it. We made two tiny snowpeople with pebble eyes and twig arms, right in the path. Ben named his Blagorius Buffin (which he says is from a Calvin & Hobbes book), and I named mine Mavis Muffin. I sat with Blagorius and Mavis as Ben entertained us by trying to juggle snowballs, which segued into a comedy routine.
Ben found a rock and told me it appeared to be an igneous rock, "which means it's of volcanic origin." He asked me what the word "molten" means, and then remembered on his own.
We hiked up a steep hill and spent some time collecting stones and acorn caps beneath a huge oak tree, and tucking them into crevices in the bark. We discovered we could see the upstairs windows and roof of our house from the top of this hill. We half-slid, half-climbed down a steep embankment to get back to ground level again, and then we crawled through some underbrush and fought tangled branches to cut through to another part of the cemetery. Had a wild moment when my boot lace got stuck on a limb!
We found a tall grave marker upon which someone had placed pretty rocks. The marker read that it was the site where Indians and other Americans were reburied after being moved from their original burial site five miles down the Susquehanna.
We found a towering mound of dirt and stones (piled up as they'd cleared land), and played stone toss to see if we could pitch a stone up the mound and get it to stay in place. Then I hiked over the mound and threw snowballs at Ben from the other side. He climbed up and over to continue the fight. I told him I was going to put HIM in the wash machine when we got home- he was covered with mud and snow.
We saw squirrel, dog, cat, mouse and bird prints in the snow. Ben dragged a multi-pronged branch along the ground and said he wanted people to think a two-ton chickadee had landed.
At home later, we ate pumpkin banana pancakes while we watched, as a family, a National Geographic video about bears, focusing on polar bear survival in the harsh Arctic. We discussed the often-unfair hunting tactics of humans. Ben built Lego creations, read books, and we watched America's Funniest Videos, and then he researched Lego sets online while I cleaned the rat cage and our boy mouse ran around in his exercise ball. Then Ben took a bath, and we read our books side by side in his bed for a while as usual.
The path was frozen in spots, with snow covering it, and we delighted in the sound of ice threatening to crack as we stepped on it. We made two tiny snowpeople with pebble eyes and twig arms, right in the path. Ben named his Blagorius Buffin (which he says is from a Calvin & Hobbes book), and I named mine Mavis Muffin. I sat with Blagorius and Mavis as Ben entertained us by trying to juggle snowballs, which segued into a comedy routine.
Ben found a rock and told me it appeared to be an igneous rock, "which means it's of volcanic origin." He asked me what the word "molten" means, and then remembered on his own.
We hiked up a steep hill and spent some time collecting stones and acorn caps beneath a huge oak tree, and tucking them into crevices in the bark. We discovered we could see the upstairs windows and roof of our house from the top of this hill. We half-slid, half-climbed down a steep embankment to get back to ground level again, and then we crawled through some underbrush and fought tangled branches to cut through to another part of the cemetery. Had a wild moment when my boot lace got stuck on a limb!
We found a tall grave marker upon which someone had placed pretty rocks. The marker read that it was the site where Indians and other Americans were reburied after being moved from their original burial site five miles down the Susquehanna.
We found a towering mound of dirt and stones (piled up as they'd cleared land), and played stone toss to see if we could pitch a stone up the mound and get it to stay in place. Then I hiked over the mound and threw snowballs at Ben from the other side. He climbed up and over to continue the fight. I told him I was going to put HIM in the wash machine when we got home- he was covered with mud and snow.
We saw squirrel, dog, cat, mouse and bird prints in the snow. Ben dragged a multi-pronged branch along the ground and said he wanted people to think a two-ton chickadee had landed.
At home later, we ate pumpkin banana pancakes while we watched, as a family, a National Geographic video about bears, focusing on polar bear survival in the harsh Arctic. We discussed the often-unfair hunting tactics of humans. Ben built Lego creations, read books, and we watched America's Funniest Videos, and then he researched Lego sets online while I cleaned the rat cage and our boy mouse ran around in his exercise ball. Then Ben took a bath, and we read our books side by side in his bed for a while as usual.