Underwater Rainbows

One time when Norah was having a particularly bad fit, I started talking about the wonders of the ocean and what I saw when I was scuba diving. Since then, when she is feeling tired or sad, she says to be, "Talk about fishies." So I talk and talk and talk--sea horses, underwater rainbows, sharks with heads like hammers. We will get through these terrible terrible twos. Yes, we will. But we have a hard road in front of us.

I returned to the kitchen this week. Tried my hand (and failed) at making marmalade. It came out too runny. I think I did not boil it for long enough. Now a whole cast iron pot of it is sitting on my stove and I don't have the heart to throw it away or the energy to scrub the pot so there it is and there it will stay until I feel just a little bit better.



I had some good time with Norah and food this week though. She peeled her first carrot and watched me make lentil stew. Then I had the bright idea that we would enjoy leftovers on the following day on the deck--in the middle of February. I ay be ready for it, but Spring is not yet here.



I have been hard at work on several projects, and those projects have not changed. I am still knitting the stocking (Brian's this time), Stella's baby's sweater, and my socks.