Barney Fife goes to violin

I really wish you could see Jack right now. He's dressed in his short-sleeved white button down, black pants, black socks, his police boots, belt, and sheriff badge heading down the hall to his violin lesson. The violin and case are nearly as big as he is, plus he's got his beloved purple clipboard with the Inspector Gadget song he wrote for his homework. He's such a cute little beanpole!

Deep satisfaction gained from organizing and cleaning

I will be the first to admit that I am quite a Type-A person. I like a clean kitchen, I don't like it when things -papers, my calendar, closets, etc- aren't organized, I hate stepping in sticky spots and crumbs, I like to know what's coming. Some of this is about maintaining a sense of control amidst the mania of everyday life with young children. When you've got 900 crayons and markers on the floor, empty boxes everywhere- "NO, DON'T throw them out, they're our cars/spy gadgets/etc"- granola bar pieces stuck to your couch/walls/butt, etc, it helps (me, you?) to have one space of clean and calm, even if it's just a lone kitchen counter. So, I try, throughout the day, to just keep things from going full-scale nutso in the organization department. After the nth game of 'super pile rock' -the kids made up and named this game which consists of climbing up onto my bed, unmaking it and throwing the pillows onto the ground, picking them up and starting over- I issue a cease and desist, barring them from my bed for the rest of the day. At some point, we have a Come to Jesus about the situation in the playroom. You get my drift.

On the rare chance that I'm alone in my home -this morning is a surprise few hours of solo- I often find myself, despite plans to plop down and read, cleaning like a happy madwoman. I'll tell you that it is deeply satisfying to have just thrown out all kinds of refuse in the garage (T is NOT an organizer; hilarious to even think of him in that manner as such a joke), wiped off all the counters -not just 1!- made the calls I intended to, ordered more canning labels and to have actually dried and styled my hair post-shower. The house still looks insane, but I know that under the warzone veneer, things are a little tidier than they were when I awoke. And that's nice.

It's the little things, folks. And it made me smile a bit that the other day, when I asked a suspiciously quiet Oliver what he was doing, he replied, "organizin Mom!"

Feeling marginally better, feeling the itch to cook

I'm feeling slightly better today, and after a nasty take-out dinner last night, am feeling like I just must cook. Canning is fun but implicit in doing so is that you're going to wait to enjoy it. Think wine collecting vs wine drinking. ;) PS- Jack, who has just deigned to put on underpants, is now requesting his handcuffs. Hmm. Thank goodness he is just 5.

Anyway, I finished my book so now have one less distraction and have, thusly, decided that today is Fresh Ricotta ingredient-gathering day; possibly also ricotta-making day, but I want the cheese to be perfectly fresh for Sunday's pasta dinner so think I'll wait until tomorrow to actually make. Yesterday, food52 announced this week's finalists for the Best Corn OFF the Cob recipe, and one sounded just absolutely marvelous: Summer Corn Pudding, the ingredients and photo for which are more exciting than the name.