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The art of eating

Lyra and Ripley contemplate today’s finger food.

Word of the Day: Finger food

Our pediatrician said it’s time to move Lyra and Ripley away from bottles and baby food and more to self-feeding. I still can’t fathom giving up their morning and evening bottles in place of a sippy cup. Where’s the comfort in a sippy cup? We are quite ready to try the palate of choices with finger foods. My mornings are now spent cutting apples, bananas, strawberries and even blueberries into miniscule bites fit for little mouths. I’m still petrified of the choking factor so even the blueberries get cut into quarters. The girls are embracing their new freedom of choice with glee. Ripley is a shoveler—she grabs whole handfuls and shovels them in her mouth. Good thing her bib has a little pocket so I can rescue half the morsels that fall out of her fingers before they hit the target. Lyra is far more delicate, picking up one piece at a time and placing it pristinely into her mouth. Recently, she took the empty container of puffs and started to place them back into it one by one. She does this when she’s bored of feeding the big dog her puffs. Will she be our natural organizer? Every meal now requires a little more thought and time. What fruits or vegetables do we cut up? When do we still rely on the organic, store bought ready-to-go mashed fare? And of course, how small can we cut food down without pulverizing it? We do give them sippy cups now at dinner rather than the water bottle to wash things down. We’ll cross the comfort-bottle bridge later. Did I mention it’s now a cleaning job from hell after each meal? Bless our dog Nell who likes fruits and vegetables.




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The Rumpus Room

Rumpus Room

Curriculum of the Day: Home


When Kurt Vonnegut died, I reread Slaughterhouse Five and was taken by his mention of a “rumpus room.” I love the word “rumpus.” When I hear it, I imagine kids riding roughshod over a room; and it’s okay, because it’s a rumpus room.

I wanted a rumpus room for the girls, and we had the perfect room. On the main floor of our house is the master bedroom. Although it has the best bathroom, it’s not a very practical place to put the master bedroom when outside the door is your living room and kitchen. The room has had many incarnations since Marty originally purchased the house back in 1995. Lately, it’s been Marty’s office, drawing room and all around storage facility. It was also extremely dark since the ceiling is low and there aren’t any overhead lights. I always knew in my heart it would one day be a playroom for our children, and slowly but surely, this dream has become a reality.   

It was definitely a slow transformation, starting a few years ago with lightening the dark purple paint to lavender with a white ceiling. More recently, we installed track lights so the room was no longer a black hole. Finally, we were ready for the biggest and most difficult task—moving out Marty. My beloved is, well, A PACKRAT! And understandably, he wants to be the person who goes through his own stuff. Remarkably, it only took about two weeks for him to “clean out or throw out” once we realized that our living room “play corral” was no longer working for the girls. They started to weep every time we tried to put them inside, so action was needed immediately for safety and sanity.

So, while Marty did a serious rethinking of his working environments and a purging of his massive amounts of stuff, I baby-proofed the kitchen and living room for life “post-corral” in these main rooms. A new, cheap rug arrived to cover the expensive black Persian, toys were moved and Marty’s desk was turned into a changing table. Before the girls officially claimed their new home, Marty shot his “Prison Break” film. And then, the fences were torn down and—ta-da! A rumpus room was born.




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Like your family we have twins, boy/girl, that turned three last month. I saw your blog entry for January and it looks like we have something in common, potty training twins. Like one of your girls, my son WILL NOT pee in the potty but his sister was doing well until she caught on to "Bubbie" not trying. I was just letting things run their course but our local pre-schools/mommy day out programs require the children to be potty trained and this mommy needs a day out. Bribery isn't working. Have you had any success?

Sommer

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How often is the telly puppet renewed or replaced?

Katherine Sydney, Australia

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I read in 40 Years of Life on the Street about an incident involving Snuffy's puppet where a sombrero caused the wood frame to collapse on you and Bryant Young. Did they rebuild the puppet after that or did they just make a new one?

Edward

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I just wanted to say thanks for the blog. My daughter Kylie (who just turned two yesterday) loves to ask if we are going to see "the babies." Thank you so much to you and Marty for bringing the joy of Sesame Street into our lives every day.

Kendal and Kylie Montreal, Canada

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I've noticed that there are fewer Muppets and people in an episode now than there were twenty years ago. Does everyone show up on the set for filming days or only certain ones? Who decides who gets to play the Anything Muppets? There are some voices I hear more than others.

Glenda

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