Saturday, June 26, 2010
Week 2: Chez Paniesse Bread & Chocolate Chip Cookies
I would share a photo, but neither of these fabulous productions lasted very long.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Week 1
We didn't make pasta.
In fact we decided that there was prerequisite for Mama Pasta School: master the art of taking naps. Keep in mind my girls are almost 2 and 4. Also, I've never been home full time other than maternity leave which to me does not count. So the nap box was born.
After each successful nap my eldest daughter would wake up and get to put an new card in the box.
Okay I feel like a horrible mother, because as I wrote this post it is in fact half way through week 2 and we have not made pasta. We had a slight delay - a mini-requisite course: "Master the Art of CO-OPER - WHAT?" I ask to a resounding "Co-operation!" The power of positive reinforcement.
Alas the time has come and after today's nap we are taking the bus downtown to get a pasta maker.
Welcome ladies to Mama Pasta School!
In fact we decided that there was prerequisite for Mama Pasta School: master the art of taking naps. Keep in mind my girls are almost 2 and 4. Also, I've never been home full time other than maternity leave which to me does not count. So the nap box was born.
After each successful nap my eldest daughter would wake up and get to put an new card in the box.
Okay I feel like a horrible mother, because as I wrote this post it is in fact half way through week 2 and we have not made pasta. We had a slight delay - a mini-requisite course: "Master the Art of CO-OPER - WHAT?" I ask to a resounding "Co-operation!" The power of positive reinforcement.
Alas the time has come and after today's nap we are taking the bus downtown to get a pasta maker.
Welcome ladies to Mama Pasta School!
Sunday, June 20, 2010
What exactly is Mama Pasta School?
On June 1st we received keys to our beach house. My husband arrived first and did the walk through with our landlord. An hour later I arrived with our two girls, ages 23 months & 3.5 years old. I'd only just been back east picking the girls up from my parents where they'd spent three weeks at Nonna & Gpa's first summer camp.
We arrived and our oldest asked "Where are we?" My husband and I led the girls to the gate said "Come on in and pick out your room this is our new house!" I share this story for two reasons the first being our kids might need a print out to later share with their therapist and secondly because it's take us nearly 6 years of marriage, 2 homes, 5 jobs, 4 cars, 1 business and lot of "discussion" to finally start rowing the boat of our life in a direction amiable to our creative family. For so long I lived as though it was someone else job to manage the navigation.
So back to our move, with most of the critical items unpacked we began to assemble our space. When we step up our butcher block I told our oldest that some day I would teach her how to make pasta on it. Over a week later my husband and I sat our girls down on a Thursday morning after breakfast to explain that I would only be going to work for two more days. "You're not going to work anymore?" our oldest inquired. "No, after these two days I am going to stay home for a long time." After a long processing session our 3 and a half year old said "And we're going to Mama Pasta School?" It took me a while to make the connection and with a laugh and a smile the size of Alaska I said, "Yes, you are going to Mama Pasta School!"
We arrived and our oldest asked "Where are we?" My husband and I led the girls to the gate said "Come on in and pick out your room this is our new house!" I share this story for two reasons the first being our kids might need a print out to later share with their therapist and secondly because it's take us nearly 6 years of marriage, 2 homes, 5 jobs, 4 cars, 1 business and lot of "discussion" to finally start rowing the boat of our life in a direction amiable to our creative family. For so long I lived as though it was someone else job to manage the navigation.
So back to our move, with most of the critical items unpacked we began to assemble our space. When we step up our butcher block I told our oldest that some day I would teach her how to make pasta on it. Over a week later my husband and I sat our girls down on a Thursday morning after breakfast to explain that I would only be going to work for two more days. "You're not going to work anymore?" our oldest inquired. "No, after these two days I am going to stay home for a long time." After a long processing session our 3 and a half year old said "And we're going to Mama Pasta School?" It took me a while to make the connection and with a laugh and a smile the size of Alaska I said, "Yes, you are going to Mama Pasta School!"
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