Alex · Poetry


Family lore has it that my maternal grandfather wrote poetry to my maternal grandmother when they were just eleven years old.

Alex still thinks girls are yucky, but he has written a few poems about other topics, and I thought I'd share two of them.


Last Week’s TWD – Dulce de Leche Duos

I meant to make these on time for last Tuesday, really I did.  They sounded so yummy, and I didn't need to buy anything for them, because I happened to have a can of sweetened condensed milk in the cupboard, left over from fudge I made around Christmas time.  (And I don't think I posted the recipe for that, slacker that I am.) Anyway, I finally got started on things on Wednesday of last week. 

First up, making the dulce de leche.


Rockin’ at the Rock ‘n’ Bowl

Last night I went to "Rock 'n' Bowl" with Alex.

It was sponsored by his elementary school's PTA, I believe, and basically this was the mother and son answer to the father/daughter "Sweetheart Dance" two weeks ago.  Bill said the dance consisted of really loud, pounding music and Julia and her friends running around together playing tag and eating cookies and pizza.  And more cookies.  And the dads stood around the sidelines sneaking glances at their watches.

Rock 'n' Bowl was a blast.


Happy St. Patrick’s Day…I Think

Yesterday when I picked Julia up from school, she had a big mostly-green construction-paper creation in her hands, which she promptly handed off to me so she could run around for a bit on the playground.  It was a leprechaun, that I knew.  I didn't really get a good look at him, though, until later when we were home and I had dug out some tape to hang Mr. Leprechaun on the pantry door.  (That's where the artwork goes.)  I pressed little loops of tape to the back of the paper plate head, the green construction paper body, and on the backs of his black shoes and yellow mittens.  (Well, it is still chilly in the mornings, I guess.)

And then I turned him over and stuck him on the door.