Carving it up

And all of a sudden, it’s almost Halloween at Fry Lodge. Carving pumpkins was our most strenuous activity today. Unless you count lying on the couch with teeth clenched watching the Nebraska Cornhuskers battle the Wisconsin Badgers into overtime. 


Mixing it up at Fry Lodge 

The past two weeks at Fry Lodge have been a great reminder of the benefits of periodically mixing it up. With Kristine in Nebraska and Iowa for 12 days, Daddy Fryman played the role of solo parent. By the time Kristine returned, I think we had mostly changed the kids’ expectations of which parent does what around Fry Lodge. And, there’s nothing like going it alone to make one fully appreciative of a partner’s contribution. 6:30 breakfast. Ruby gets Honey Nut Cheerios, Henry gets oatmeal. Lunches packed by 7am. Ruby likes a ham sandwich (only 2 slices!) with a THIN layer of mayo. Henry likes soup. Remember, no nuts or anything remotely resembling nuts. 7:50am bus stop. 3:30 drop off, except on Thursdays. Monday ice skating, Wednesday chess club, Friday Taekwondo. One hour of screens per day. Oh, sh#t, what’s for dinner?! Kristine, welcome home. 

To make things even more interesting (in a good way), Grandma White Wine and Grandpa Mustache paid Fry Lodge Bellingham their first visit last week. More things to remember. Grandma doesn’t eat breakfast before 9am. Grandpa also needs a screen time limit. Grandma is a back seat driver. Grandpa likes to depart 30 minutes earlier than necessary. Thank you for visiting, mom and dad. We love you! 

Personal Narrative 

As the rest of the country is focused on other, um, stories, the younger members of Fry Lodge have been learning about personal narrative – in school. Yesterday, Kristine and I attended Henry’s 4th grade classroom to celebrate his most recent work – writing about “small moments.” Ruby has also been writing up a storm, practicing descriptive writing about memories and emotions. 

I have to admit that I’ve been anxious about how the kids would adapt to their new Bellingham school and whether they might be lacking some of the necessary skills. If their recent writing is any indication, they are doing just fine. In fact, each of their teachers have described them as “highly capable.” Phew. Thank God for Kristine’s genes

So what are Henry and Ruby writing about? Apparently physical pain lends itself best to storytelling. I can relate: to my mom’s chagrin, my most often told story is about the time she nearly severed my thumb with the station wagon door. See, I can’t let it go. 

Henry and Ruby, I’m very proud of you. Keep writing! 

Henry’s small moments story is about the time he broke his finger at age six. 

Ruby’s personal narrative is about the time she was bounced off the bed and nearly broke her nose smashing into the wall at age three.