June 12, 2015
By Ekta R. Garg
Enjoy these Spurts from the last two weeks, readers!
After living in a rental home for the past two years, our family has finally made the decision to pursue a permanent home of our own. In the last several weeks, this has meant watching a lot of home shows on HGTV. Because we’ve oscillated between buying versus building, I figure HGTV is a cheap and accessible way to learn about homes in general: buying them, building them, and everything in between.
My husband and I have also gone to see several homes, and usually we leave the girls at home with their grandpa during the showings. At the end of the school year, though, on a day that Eight still had to go to school for a snow day and Six had already gotten out, we took Six with us.
She wasn’t overly thrilled about going to see a house but humored us anyway. We walked into a custom home with amazing touches—high-end kitchen appliances, ceilings that reach sky high, and a view of the golf course. The real estate agent stayed in the dining room and gave us space to explore the house, and Six trailed behind my husband and me as we discussed the pros and cons of various parts of the house.
We stopped in the laundry room to talk about the space, and Six looked around.
“This laundry room is kind of small,” she said.
I actually had to disagree; it looked fine to me. But it made me smile to think that she’d invested enough in our trip through the house to have an opinion.
One day earlier this week we watched an episode of Love It Or List It as the kids ate lunch. After finishing their food, they both brought their dishes to the kitchen. Eight kept her eyes trained on the TV as she walked from the kitchen back to the bathroom.
“Mamma, when we move into our new house do you think we can make my bathroom a little bigger?” she asked.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Well, when I go in the bathroom in the morning, if I stretch, because I like to stretch a little, and if I stretch my leg, it hits the bathtub.”
Oh ye of the mile-long legs, I couldn’t help thinking. Granted, the bathroom she shares with everyone else upstairs is a little tight, but I also couldn’t help wondering exactly what kind of stretches she was doing in there. I also found it easy to believe that her leg hits the bathtub; this girl’s got legs like a supermodel.
“Yeah, Di-Di needs more room in her bathroom,” Six piped up.
“Okay,” I said, “I’ll keep that mind.”
On another day we sat and watched Rachael Ray whip up one of her thirty-minute meals. I’ve long been a Rachael fan. My mother taught me how to cook, but Rachael gave me the confidence to try new things. One thing that attracted me to Rachael’s style is her casualness toward her kitchen. She doesn’t mind dropping things, making a mess, and sharing her cooking idiosyncrasies.
In this particular episode Rachael talked about the fact that for all the fancy things she can make, she can’t peel a vegetable for the life of her. All of the peelings and scraps, she said, just land in a mess everywhere except for in her garbage bowl where they belong. As she chatted she peeled a potato, illustrating her point, then went to commercial.
During the next segment she had to peel carrots and kept talking through that. Miraculously most of the carrot peels actually landed in the bowl this time. She grinned at the camera and said she didn’t make nearly the amount of mess she usually does because her audience was rooting for her.
“I was?” Six asks.
Well, maybe not on the outside we weren’t.
This week the girls attended their first week of summer camp. Six’s school is offering several different camps based on grade level, so while the kids went to camp for the same hours they attended different sessions. Six participated in “Artist a Day” where she learned about different artists every day and then created her own pieces based on the artists. Eight went to the “Beads” camp where she and the other students worked with beads and made a variety of items.
Eight and the other kids actually made several beads by hand. I thought they would just string beads on wire and make bracelets and things, so the fact that the teacher actually took the time to teach the students to make beads really impressed me. Every day this week Eight has come home talking about the things she made, some of the processes required to make them, and brought with her the product of her efforts.
Camp isn’t immune to the drama that comes with little girls, however. Apparently one of the girls, M., asked for leftover scraps, and Eight and the two friends she made this week obliged. At some point the teacher asked the students to clean up the scraps, and M. said the scraps weren’t hers. She said they belonged to Eight and the other kids.
Or something like that. Eight told the story with such force and speed that I had a little bit of a hard time following it.
Six didn’t, however. With a ferocious loyalty, she knew who was in the right.
“I don’t even know who M. is, and I’m still mad that she beat up my sister with a bunch of lies,” Six declared, the tone of her voice punching her words.
It’s good to know where she stands. I would hate for her to be ambivalent about the matter.