Crackers, dry toast, and bananas.
No, this is not the ingredients to a crazy new diet scheme. Or maybe it is – I don’t know.
But it is what made up my diet for the first few days of the week.
And it’s not about me trying to lose weight, or having given up on taste, or revolting against food shopping.
My stomach was acting up.
I’ll spare you the details. You’re welcome.
On Wednesday night, I had table food. It was almost as exciting as when BR and SJ started eating real food. Okay, over dramatic.
None the less, I was happy to eat and happier to have no after affects other than a few moments of quaking.
Iconic Rocky statue in front of the Philadelphia Art Museum.
Where are you from?
This question often serves as an icebreaker when people first meet each other. The right answer can start a conversation and forge a connection.
It’s also a simple question.
For most people.
For me, this question is not so simple.
I’m obsessed with memory. When does it start? What makes a memory? What impact does it have?
Recently, my brother told me that he read that the time people remember best is around 9-11 (can’t remember exact number he said – no pun intended). Anyway, according to what he read, there is more room for memory in the mind then – less clogged. In addition, it is around that age you are becoming more cognizant.
SJ is nine and will be ten in November. So, this is right in his wheelhouse. This is his time to soak up memories like a sponge. These are the memories he will look back upon as he ages.
BR enjoying the Natural History Museum.
SJ enjoying the Natural History Museum
My children, like most kids their age, love video games and youtube. As much as they love to read, they prefer to do or watch. Tis the generation.
Some museums keep this generation in mind as they have exhibits that cater to their preferences. The kids have something to push, a button to turn, a quiz to take. The children get to do something with their hands, and they’re content.
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