A poca gente quiero de verdad, y de muy pocos tengo buen concepto.
Cuanto más conozco al mundo, más me desagrada, y el tiempo me confirma mi creencia en la inconsistencia del carácter humano y en lo poco que se puede uno fiar de las apariencias de bondad o inteligencia.
—  Orgullo & Prejuicio, Jane Austen.
Cuanto más conozco el mundo, más me desagrada, y el tiempo me confirma mi creencia en la inconsistencia del carácter humano y en lo poco que se puede uno fiar de las apariencias de bondad o inteligencia
—  Orgullo y prejuicio - Jane Austen.
BTOB Debut Single Teaser #2 

Our book this week is Cranberry Thanksgiving. It’s a cute book with a simple message and no super problematic Thanksgiving-y stuff requiring us to play genocide apologists. That is, frankly, everything I look for in a Thanksgiving book. 

Anyway, the family in it (Maggie and her Grandmother) lives on a cranberry bog and the story centers around Grandmother’s famous cranberry bread. We made the bread on Tuesday (it was, indeed declicious!) but yesterday was even more fun. 

First we talked about how apples grow. On trees of course. Since we’ve gone apple picking fairly recently, it was neat to remember what that looked and felt like. I asked them if they knew how oranges grow and they did. They were surprised, though, that lemons grow the same way. I asked how grapes grow and they knew that they grew on vines and how to pick them. Then I showed them a fresh cranberry and asked if they could guess how cranberries grow. They guessed vines, which is right. Then I told them I was going to blow their minds about how we harvest cranberries. 

I emptied a bag of fresh cranberries into a tub and flooded it with water to see what the cranberries would do. They float! We cut one open to see why they float. They have holes filled with air inside! I let the kids play with them for a while (Mokey especially loves this stuff. Any kind of sensory tub stuff and she’s all over it.) We talked about how farmers flood their fields before harvesting cranberries and use a machine to knock the berries off the vines underwater and then they rise to the top for collection.

Then it was time for a taste test. I was so sad that I didn’t get a picture of Wembley’s face when he bit into the cranberry. He pronounced it terrible, so I was surprised when he reached in to another one. But it made sense! The first one he bit in to (and subsequently spit out) was hard, so he thought a squishier one might be sweet. Nope! Then he thought the one I cut in half might be better (I thought this was truly hilarious because why, but perhaps because he was thinking of oranges and wondering if it was just the outside that was bitter and tart.) Anyway, so he pronounced it much better: “It’s half apple (that’s the part I like), and half over spicy lemon.” 

Mokey’s review was “blech!”

Finally, when I was ready to bring in the cranberries to wash and make sauce with (which was effing delicious, by the way) Mokey asked if she could plant one. Sure! So she dug a little hole right off the patio and Wembley made a cranberry sign (a maroon circle on a piece of paper he cut to size and taped to a popsicle stick). It was important to Mokey that the sign said the word cranberry, not just have a picture. So I wrote the word cranberry on the dry erase board and she copied it onto a label that we stuck on the sign. 

We later watched this short video on cranberries from How it’s Made. .

Their seriousness is always so joyful and reminds me to be grateful that we get to do all this stuff together. It’s not that we’re learning about cranberries. I mean, we do know a heck of a lot more about cranberries than we did two days ago—but what Maryland kindergartener needs to know about cranberries? It’s that I get to say yes to them and they get to go through this learning process that is fun and exploratory. Watching Wembley run inside to construct his little sign and watching Mokey write her label—these are the things that make me feel like we’re doing the right thing for our family. 

Last weekend we were talking to the kids about their Spring Break and Wembley asked “Are we going to get to do homeschool?!” (He was so excited! Squee!) 

I actually hadn’t made any plans for homeschool stuff over their break, but after he said that I’ve been kicking it around. After karate today and hearing how excited they are about learning some Japanese, I went from Hmm, maybe we can do some homeschool stuff to THIS IS GOING TO BE SO GREAT! We can do a week on Japan! We’ll do a Five in a Row on Grandfather’s Journey! And it’s Cherry Blossom Festival Week! AWESOME!

Who is this person and what happened to me?