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Quintessential Childhood

6.27.11

Growing up, we moved around a lot. By the time I was in 9th grade, I had been in 7 schools, I think. I remember one house in Timonium, MD with a little swing set. I remember lying about not being able to pump my legs just to get my Dad to push me. All kids do that, right? We were not really in another house long enough to warrant buying a swingset, nor did we have the money for that anyway. 



Over 9 years into parenting, and we still didn’t have a playground. We have a pretty teeny backyard. And, when you live across from a park with a playground, it’s hard to spend the money on something like that. And, Mark sorta put his foot down about it years ago when I wanted to reinvent my childhood with one.



But, when I saw an ad pop up on freecycle from a family getting rid of a big ole wooden playset, you better believe I replied as quickly as I could get my fingers to type. The lady posting the ad was inundated with responses, as you can imagine. But, she happened to have a daughter from China. And, she noticed that we had a daughter from China. And, guess who got the swingset? And guess whose husband spent nearly an entire Saturday taking multiple trips back and forth in a borrowed beat-up pick-up truck so that we could get it all home? Told you he was a good guy.



Saturday, while we had 2 extra sets of muscles here (do not under estimate the big guns of Grammy and Richard), the playset started to look less like a big pile of wood making our backyard a mess and more like a playset again.



Poor Daddy had to take nearly a dozen store trips before he found all the hardware he needed for new bolts and all those other necessary things to ensure this thing wouldn’t just fall apart on us. 
By that evening, it all looked pretty darn good though we’re still missing some landscaping and the fence that will hopefully be up soon. On Sunday…oh boy…as soon as we got home from church and the kids could change out of their Sunday best, the playground fun began.
I was tempted to get up there myself and giggle like a little girl again.
But, I found this.

Case you can’t read it — one sign said “Kid’s Clubhouse” and the other said “Keep Out Kids Only.” (And, take note of Drew’s particularly devious smile next to the second sign.)
So, that’s how it is, huh?
This actually worked the first time the kids approached the back door. The three big ones actually stopped and yelled into me to ask if they I could give them cups and a pitcher of water since they weren’t allowed in. 
They even ate in there.
Well, all but one of them.
Though I may have been tempted to break the rules, climb up into that clubhouse, and eat up there myself, I was not tempted to do this.



Sunday Snapshot




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We are no longer that family

6.25.11

you may know the type (maybe you are the type), the family who lives somewhere and never really learns about where they live. That’s sorta embarrassing, you know? I do a lot of fun stuff with the kids and have been heading down to Phili on a pretty regular basis. But, I didn’t know much history beyond Ben Franklin and a broken bell.

Not anymore.

We rode the ducks, people.

A little scared by the noise of the traffic while we waited to board the “big bus.”

Apparently, learning history is incredibly stimulating to this two year old.

And, you can imagine how excited we were that every one of us were given our own duck bill that makes such a really nice quack sound that the children were really excited to keep doing during lunch in Chinatown.

History isn’t the only cool thing about visiting Philadelphia. Chinatown and this cardboard city in a window we found are pretty neat too.
Not ready to call myself a tour guide just yet. But, at least I know a little bit more about Phili history than before. Did you know that the Marines were started in a tavern in Phili? Did you know that the constitution was signed on the 4th but the public didn’t know about it until the 8th when it was read aloud in a public park where they reenact the reading each year on that date? Did you know Will Smith’s Dad lives right in a condo on a pier on the Delaware that Will bought him and puts flags out when Will is visiting so everyone knows? You know, very important stuff like that.

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sensitive dependence on initial conditions

6.25.11

Have you heard of Edward Lorenz? During WWII, he served as a weather forecaster for the U.S. Army Air Corps. When he came home from the war, he decided to study meteorology. He studied at MIT where, in the early 60s, he set out to construct a mathematical model of the weather. He managed to narrow all weather down to a set of 12 differential equations.

On one particular day, Lorenz wanted to re-examine a sequence of data from his model. Instead of starting at the very beginning, he decided to save time and restart the run in the middle. He entered the conditions at some point near the middle of the previous run and restarted his calculations. The data from the second run should have exactly matched the data from the first run. But, that’s not what happened. They matched at first; but, then, the runs eventually began to diverge and not just slightly but dramatically. The further the data progressed, the less resemblance between them until they were nothing at all alike. They looked a bit like this:

At first, Lorenz thought something had gone wrong with his computer. Then, he realized that when he started the second run, he had used numbers rounded off to three digits, assuming that anything beyond that was inconsequential. But, his computer used six digits, not three. And, apparently even .000001 is far from inconsequential.

He concluded that long-term weather forecasting was impossible and pioneered the phenomenon known as “sensitive dependence on initial conditions,” meaning that the slightest difference in initial conditions, even ones beyond human ability to measure, made prediction of past or future outcomes impossible. He proclaimed, “a single flap of a single seagull’s wings would be enough to change the course of all future weather systems on the earth.” The seagull was changed to the more poetic sounding butterfly and the theory became well known as the butterfly effect, causing quite a stir in modern science. After all, this theory violated the basic conventions of physics. Science teaches that small initial changes lead to small changes in behavior. Every high school student knows well that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. But, Lorenz’s findings showed something different. Even the very smallest disturbance, even the very smallest action, one perhaps no one would ever notice, could cause major change and have a dramatic future effect on the world around it.

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Make Herr’s Yours

6.24.11

We opened up a bag of Kettlechips and found a golden ticket to visit the Herr’s Potato Chip Factory.

Okay, we didn’t. But, we got a tour of the factory nonetheless. They give them free almost everyday on the hour. And, nothing strange happened (no one turned into a potato chip or floated away or anything like that).
Despite Lydia’s sour (cream and onion) mood, it was a fun morning where we got to see the inner workings of how they make pretzels (apparently, the average American eats about 4 lbs of pretzels a year, but the average Philadelphian eats about 20 lbs….frightening), chips, popcorn, and all those good snackeroos.
Waiting for the fun to begin…
Admiring deliciousness from afar…
We even got to eat some hot chips that had been full potatoes (which she saw coming onto the conveyor belt) only 6 minutes earlier. If a bag of potato chips are your weakness, try some right out of the oven. The one fact that all 3 older kids remembered? The chips that fall on the floor get swept up and fed to cows. I guess the image of a bunch of cows feasting on chips and onion rings stuck with them. 

The warehouse went on and on and on. And, they have a 3-5 day turnover on that stock. So, 3-5 days from now all the boxes will be headed out to stores and there will be new ones in their place. Sorta cool but also pathetic how much snacks we eat.

And, of course, fitting with our summer of snacking, we did it up today ourselves.

This is the factory store — you could buy a grab bag for only $3.50 of 10 bags of their new flavors they are trying out–flavors like jalapeno or cream of pickle. ???? Thought about it…then decided no.

Each kid insisted on a turning chair for lunch and then proceeded to eat their lunches (which included multiple bags of chips for each child) while swinging their seats from side-to-side the entire time. Good times.
They had a survey at the end of the tour that if you completed entered you into a drawing to win free chips for a year. Wonder how they determine a year’s supply – do they determine by the number in your family? Maybe your combined weight? Maybe by where you live…we’re in Phili, does that mean we’d get 20 lbs of pretzels for each of us? Maybe they just drive this truck to your house once a week and let you take whatever you want. Come on, big money. That would be fun….and so not good for me or my family…but fun nonetheless. 

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