It's Potato!

Nora has been doing a mystery sign. She would tap the open palm of one hand with one finger of the other, and look at me like I was supposed to know what she was saying, but I just couldn't figure it out. I asked Hannah, but she didn't know either.

Yesterday, Nora was looking at a farm book and she pointed to the picture of a potato and said, "Potato." Or some approximation of the word, her enunciation isn't the greatest. And then she tapped her palm. Ah... I asked Hannah (yes, she is our resident ASL expert) what the sign for potato is. She showed me one closed fist with the first two fingers of the other hand tapping the back of the fist, "Like you're sticking a fork in it."

I still haven't figured out where Nora picked up the sign. Maybe I showed her in a moment now lost in the fog of my memory. Maybe she learned it from Signing Time. Hannah insists that she did not teach her.

I love this language acquisition stage.

Menu Plan Monday 11/5/07

Monday: Garlic & Herb Chicken w/Roasted White & Sweet Potatoes
Tuesday: leftovers
Wednesday: Hamburger and Onion Stuffed Bread*
Thursday: leftovers
Friday: Salmon Fillets w/Rice
Saturday: leftovers
Sunday: Lasagna

* Hannah can help.

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Ice Cream Truck

There's something very wrong about an ice cream truck in November. Playing Christmas songs, no less.

Cross Country State Meet

My little brother C is running in the state cross country meet tomorrow.

I'm so very jealous. It's been 10 years since my last state xc meet. I can feel the excitement. The adrenalin. The pressure.

I still have that course committed to memory, although it's changed a bit over the years. C is in lane 2, so he has to get out as fast as he can so he can make it around that first corner without getting caught in the crush. Oh, and I can hear the clicking of all the spikes as they cross the paved path there.

C is a senior this year, and he's considering not doing track in the spring. He's relieved that this is his last cross country race. He doesn't know how lucky he is! Oh to have a team to run with again. . . . The camaraderie, the time to work out for hours daily. . . .

Run fast tomorrow C! Enjoy it.

And I will strive to see take a larger view of the place I'm at in my life. I'll cherish the children in the stroller as I steal a few moments for a morning run.