a mining party where we searched for and cracked open geodes, panned for gold and identified gems in a raw state
playing at the museum
puppeteering and castle building at another museum
tree climbing
earthquake testing on different structures
fireworks watching and cuddling with Grandpa
exploring up Storm Mountain with Daddy on a Sunday, trying rock stacking after watching a video of a man nicknamed Gravity Glue who makes huge and amazing rock stacks in Colorado rivers.
The kids watched the storm outside this morning, with lots of lightning and thunder.
After breakfast they played with tangram blocks. They are some of my favorite things to while away a morning with.
So I played too! I made a self-portrait and then got to share that vocabulary concept with the kids when Lilah asked “What is a self-portrait?”
They thought it was silly and they played with what I’d made, making the mouth open and giving it a tongue.
The car tracks were brought out and built.
We had a three-way game of Magic the Gathering.
Someone unearthed an old fortune teller, so then we worked at making some new origami fortune tellers with new fortunes. “You get a diamond.” “You get a gem.” “You get to go to work.” (Notice the positive language there?!) “You find a gigantic seed.” “You have to wear your pajamas all day.” It was fun to see what they came up with!
After lunch we headed to the planetarium where we played with perpetual motion displays, played with their huge new infrared monitor, looked at cloud forming, played with static electricity and a display showing how magnetism effects orbits.
We came home and watched a fascinating video of bowling balls moving in phase.
There was computer play. And then gymnastics for Lilah and I and Civilization for Gavin and Dad.
After dinner we read a handful of Gwendolyn Brooks poems.
to the Diaspora
you did not know you were Afrika
When you set out for Afrika
you did not know you were going.
Because
you did not know you were Afrika.
You did not know the Black continent
that had to be reached
was you.
I could not have told you then that some sun
would come,
somewhere over the road,
would come evoking the diamonds
of you, the Black continent–
somewhere over the road.
You would not have believed my mouth.
When I told you, meeting you somewhere close
to the heat and youth of the road,
liking my loyalty, liking belief,
you smiled and you thanked me but very little believed me.
Here is some sun. Some.
Now off into the places rough to reach.
Though dry, though drowsy, all unwillingly a-wobble,
into the dissonant and dangerous crescendo.
Your work, that was done, to be done to be done to be done.
Gwendolyn Brooks
fireworks watching and cuddling with Grandpa
