Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Ode to Digestion

Here's Zaya's first poem. He made it up this evening.

I had an Airhead this morning
And some banana bread at night.
My stomach is full of chyme,
And now my head is full of rhymes.

So, we have a little way to go yet before we're in Robert Frost league, both in quality and content, but you have to start somewhere, right?

I'm willing to bet he's the only person to use "chyme" in a poem. Possibly ever.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

The Providers

Art and the kids are currently decapitating fish in our front yard. They caught 3 catfish and one trout. Or bass. Or something. I'm not really into fish.

I'd take a picture, but they aren't wearing any pants. The kids, I mean. Art is still wearing his pants. Apparently the pants got too muddy while they were mud-skipping down at the pond. And let's face it, pants are no fun anyway. Who needs them?

I believe we're going to be eating these fish for supper, and so I'm preparing myself to swallow my own issues with catfish (Hello! They're bottom-feeders! Gross!) and guts in general, and learn how to fry fish. I have a little bag of corn meal with a picture of a fish on the front, so I'm going to assume that I just put the pieces of fish meat (filets?) into the meal, and then fry them - at a temperature that is yet to be determined.

Wish me luck.

P.S. This picture is from a Sunday walk to the farm where the fish were caught - same place, same kids, different day.

Friday, April 01, 2011


Zaya is currently imagining that he's traveling on a giant warp-frisbee, complete with extreme details about how it travels.

I dread the day when he stops telling us what he's imagining.

Specifically because that will probably mean that it involves girls in some way.