tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34995072904179340052024-03-06T13:01:48.139-07:00Confessions of a Reluctant HomemakerReluctant Homemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092534191607575281noreply@blogger.comBlogger110125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499507290417934005.post-90360487838115819982013-01-18T23:21:00.000-07:002013-01-18T23:21:08.791-07:00the school experimentThe demands on this Mama Builder's physical, emotional, and mental self are many. One of the most challenging lessons I've had to learn during the building of our home is when and how to say "no." It sounds cliché, I realize. <i>A woman who struggles to say no. Come on! Think of a more original problem! Are you going to use the word "martyr" next??</i> Oy! I'll refrain from lingering on the "saying no" conundrum except to say that I'm a curious, engaged, ambitious person and I was raised in the '80s when the "women should have it all" concept was popularized. So, I guess I come by the problem honestly.<br />
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I realized with some regret back toward the end of last summer that I needed to let another thing go. Work was suffering. Home-building pace needed to drastically increase if we were to finish on time. Baby was getting more demanding with age. So I started looking into school options for the Boy Builder. We looked at private school, public school, homeschool cooperative concepts, private tutors, online school. No educational stone was left unturned.<br />
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We finally settled on the local public elementary school, primarily because of transportation. Tuition costs were another factor, but really it came down to the fact that public school offers bus service up our canyon. Papa Builder and I met with the teacher, reviewed the curriculum, and visited the school without Eden first.<br />
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We quickly realized we'd have to write off much academic progress for the year. The much-ballyhooed by the principal new language arts curriculum was uninspired. The math was stuff we'd already covered. No history at all. "Science" was a pamphlet of little activities that they <i>might</i> get to if they had time. Art was a once-a-month assembly with a parent-led craft activity. No dedicated PE teacher, and only once a week. Sigh. OK. We can let go. Allow Eden to enjoy the fun of the school environment without the pressure of academic rigor.<br />
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I asked questions about the discipline system and the teacher described a system of colored cards kids take for poor behavior and tickets they earn for good behavior. The teacher seemed a little intense and controlling, but she also seemed experienced and nice enough. Sigh. OK. Probably not someone Eden would create a strong bond with, but her room was decorated in bright colors with cartoon characters festooning multiplication tables and spelling words. It looked appropriately elementary school-ish.<br />
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So we enrolled and we all escorted (along with Eden's grandparents who happened to be in town) him to his first day. The beginning of our experiment.<br />
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<i>First, the good: </i>Eden's spelling has improved dramatically due to the routine of studying a spelling list and being quizzed on it once per week. Likewise, his handwriting. Our whole family found some benefit in the way school forced us to organize our time more than we ever had before. Eden was well-liked and enjoyed his classmates. The bus ride was regularly one of his favorite parts of the day. He liked playing organized games with other kids at recess and PE. He liked feeling smart and acknowledged for his smarts and helping his classmates. We got to see a compassionate, engaged, polite side of Eden that was brought out by the school environment that we didn't get to see as often in our homeschool setting. It turns out that Eden quickly learned how to do school-ish things like filling in worksheets and taking tests, which is a relief when we think ahead to events like college admissions.<br />
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<i>Next, the bad: </i>We started to see some issues within the first several weeks when Eden would complain about not being challenged enough academically. The early mornings, late afternoon returns, and demands of homework and eye patch time meant Eden didn't have much time for personal projects and our fantasies of extra science and math projects at home were quickly dashed. Every activity at school was followed up by a carrot or a stick and we were starting to see damaging results of this punitive behavior management program at home. The teacher seemed to struggle to manage classroom behavior and would say some pretty outlandish things like "I wish I were teaching you how to behave instead of your parents" and in response to some kids acting up in the computer lab "This is the only time I get a break from you all day!" She started taking away recess and PE time as punishments for bad behavior. Kids were made to sit in humiliating postures with their heads on their desks when they misbehaved. She changed the seating arrangements a couple times per week. She began issuing bathroom passes on a limited basis. Her "motivational" pep talks were more like "get your act together" diatribes in the ears of 3rd graders. She accused Eden, with zero evidence, of cheating on his book report. She did a backpack search of the whole class in search of Christmas ornaments from her classroom decorations (which were not found in anyone's backpack) and never told the parents about it.<br />
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<i>Finally, the ugly: </i>The issue that became the archetypal "straw" was group punishments. The teacher believes that punishing the entire class for the infractions of a few encourages kids to behave better through social pressure. The system was absolutely not working and was causing our relatively well-behaved, high-performing boy to feel like a frustrated failure. I tried bringing the issue up directly and was shut down. The teacher made it clear she does not desire our input as parents in an exceptionally rude and unprofessional way, while dismissing our concerns. The principal acknowledges some of the issues, but in the end, backs the teacher and has offered no further solutions. Eden asks every day if he can homeschool again and slides in an "I hate school!!" in every conversation he can.<br />
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Oh boy! Not the results we were hoping for from this experiment! After being "told off" by Eden's teacher earlier in the week, I was pretty emotionally riled up and needed to get some perspective. I've talked with a few friends, pow-wowed with Papa Builder, and sat with my own thoughts this week. In fact, we've taken the whole week off school. An inversion has set in, so it's much better up here at 8600 ft anyway. We're giving ourselves a break to reflect. We're also doing a mini homeschooling "experiment" to see if Eden can be a bit more independent than he was before so I can get my other work done.<br />
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This week has taught me some things. The most surprising of which has been that there's a large contingency of people who really want public school to work — for us, specifically, and for everyone, generally. I discovered I was feeling a lot of pressure from that contingency to overlook the problems and make this class work. I've been surprised by how often I have heard the term "socialization" recently to describe why school is important. (I mean, have you met Eden? This doesn't seem to be an area where he's struggling. <<i>wink, wink</i>>) I've relearned that my main responsibilities as a parent are to unconditionally love, stay connected to, and stand up for my children.<br />
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What's kind of bizarre, and I'm beginning to think not coincidental, is behavior problems I'd seen crop up over the last few months since the Boy Builder turned 9, have started to vanish. He's clearly feeling some relief. (And the extra zzzz's don't hurt, either.) Plus, I'd wager the kid has made more progress in math and science this week than the previous 5 months put together.<br />
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Likely, we'll be leaving our local elementary school behind for the remainder of 3rd grade. We're still working out the details, but we'll adopt a "community school" approach and find some outside cooperative resources to enrich what we do at home and give me a little extra time for my other responsibilities. During our experiment, Eden was tested for and offered a position at a magnet school for next year. We might give it a try. We did get some beautiful gifts from our experiment and have no intention of giving up on the system altogether. But, we'll be more discerning, more quickly next time.<br />
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I'm guessing that most public school attendees don't have as miserable an experience as we did (and, egads, some may have worse!), but I'm curious what others do who don't see any other options? Do they just deal and hope for a better teacher next year? It was alarming to me how desperate our local school seemed to be for the funds another student would bring. But there seem to be no resources to address teachers who clearly need more support. I have a new and passionate disdain for programs like No Child Left Behind that somehow confuse test results with education. Our teacher gets good test results from her kids and cares about her job, but is supported in using outdated, non-evidence-based, punitive disciplinary methods that have truly negative affects on kids. I have no regrets leaving that nonsense behind for a while.Reluctant Homemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092534191607575281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499507290417934005.post-83455791301873911052013-01-01T23:22:00.000-07:002013-01-18T23:24:12.711-07:00new yearAnother trip around the sun is done. We've traveled approximately 584 million miles since the last December 31. In my own little corner of the universe, that distance helps put my own personal travails and travels in perspective. Somehow, embracing the smallness of my own existence — something I learned to do in 2012 — is comforting.<br />
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2013 promises to be the year that we finally move into our house. It has been such a long road, full of so much hard work and so many challenges overcome. The learning curve has been unreasonably steep. The investment of myself deeper than I could ever have imagined. I'm incredulous I could really be in the home stretch. </div>
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But, in deference to another important lesson of 2012, I suppose I'm getting ahead of myself. I will surrender to each moment as it unfolds, doing my best to meet each new challenge with grace, dignity, and the best I have to give. I fail nearly every day at this, but perhaps that's the goal of 2013. To get better at meeting challenges whole-heartedly. And balancing that surrender with judicious ambition.<br />
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To forward progress!</div>
Reluctant Homemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092534191607575281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499507290417934005.post-18348545029630373612012-12-29T22:43:00.001-07:002012-12-29T22:43:18.958-07:00all thumbsBalance is a fleeting thing. I yearn connection, but recognize the pitfalls of too much time online. The last many moons I've been limiting my Facebook, blog, and personal email time to down times when I'm nursing baby to sleep or otherwise unable to do something "more productive." The unfortunate fallout of this strategy is I rarely write because I'm limited to thumb-typing which is agonizingly slow compared to full-contact typing. Editing is arduous as well. But I miss this space to share. And I miss a place to record our little triumphs, setbacks, and milestones. So I'm in search of a solution. A new device? A new routine? Stay tuned... (And feel free to offer advice if you have some!)Reluctant Homemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092534191607575281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499507290417934005.post-3883820468917133542012-06-17T20:09:00.000-06:002012-06-17T20:09:09.043-06:00dear dadDear Dad,<br />
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I want to write you a love letter. I want to tell you how important you are to me, how much I cherish your influence in my life, how your love has been a guidepost, a buoy, a sentinel, a foundation in my life.<br />
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I am not a vividly visual thinker. My memories are more like impressionist paintings. There is color, an idea of a place and a cast of characters, an emotional landscape. I remember riding on a boat to an island off the coast of Maine, the feeling of the sea air, the wide open spaces and long vistas from that island, and the feeling of awe and privilege to find the eggs of a seabird's nest. I felt exactly as if I'd found buried treasure. I remember following behind your impossibly long legs as you cut the trail through a blizzard in New Hampshire. The snow was over my head and it was cold, but I felt this warmth of connection, like you could protect me from anything, like we were on this wondrous journey together through canyons of snow. It was exhilarating. I remember a rare afternoon of time alone together in our busy household of 5 (soon to be 6), deciding we were hungry, harvesting asparagus from the garden together, finding a recipe for hollandaise sauce, and discovering in equal measure the pleasure of learning something new, preparing a delicious meal, and enjoying it in good company. I remember my nasty, sullen, irritated (and I'm sure irritating) attendance in your seminary class in high school and how you generously ignored me and waited for my storm of adolescence to pass. I remember a service project for young people, helping a family move, where you encouraged and normalized my participation as the only female, letting me know incontrovertibly that I was capable as a girl. I remember the audio letters you'd send me in my first years of college, tying a loving tether across the many miles of separation, honoring my blooming independence and growing intellect.<br />
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I don't get much opportunity for reflection these days. Occasionally at 45 mph on the highway. Or in the twice-weekly shower I manage. Or the occasional walk in the woods near my home. Life is full to the brim. There is a house to build, a business to run, children to love and educate, a husband to support, and my own body and mind to care for. Something about my connection to you got me ready for all this. Moors me so the many demands of my very full life don't send me flying in all directions. And gave me the courage and the certainty that I can do hard things. Thank you for that.<br />
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We began our journey 38 years, 8 months, and 2 weeks ago and I'm so glad we did.<br />
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Love,<br />
Your daughter<br />
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<br />Reluctant Homemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092534191607575281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499507290417934005.post-25699053098271971692012-05-25T01:09:00.003-06:002012-05-25T10:48:27.879-06:00hike at day's endBaby Builder has been out of sorts the last couple of nights. Waking more often at night, stuffed up and irritated, and nursing it all off. As a result, Mama Builder was a hot mess of craziness for the first half of today. After a few emergency measures to get me back on a (slightly more) even keel, we topped off the day with time outside.<br />
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The Boy Builder has taken on the responsibility of training me for my little wispy half-baked idea of a goal to run in the <a href="http://www.r-u-nevents.com/" target="_blank">beginning trail runner events in Park City</a> this summer, so he chose the course. The <a href="http://www.r-u-nevents.com/" target="_blank">R-U-N series</a> is still up in the air, my personal trainer has a tendency to stop the cardio abruptly to harvest mountain mint, and I mostly have to train with a wiggly and very cute baby tied to my torso, but what it wasn't in terms of solid training was more than made up for by being good medicine for my soul.<br />
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<br />Reluctant Homemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092534191607575281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499507290417934005.post-71541927121214316312012-04-24T03:22:00.001-06:002012-04-24T03:22:50.085-06:00last day of the seasonThe last day of the ski season at the resort is a local holiday. Most years, ts season's end there is still lots of snow and the promise of storms yet to come. Typically, it's not a distinct change in our alpine environs that prompts the close of the resorts, but warmer temperatures at lower elevations signal the shift; outdoor enthusiasts trade their snowboards and skis for bicycles and climbing gear. Fewer snowriders venture up the mountain and the resorts wind down for an interlude of end of winter rest while awaiting the arrival of the summertime hikers and bikers.<br />
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This year, however, in keeping with the unusually warm and poor snow year, Mother Nature celebrated the last day of the ski season right along with us. The sun was shining, temperatures soared, and the air felt practically tropical.<br />
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Celebrants drank more beer than was probably wise, pulled out their barbecues in the parking lot, and sunbathed on their lawn chairs as though on a seaside holiday. There were costumes, bedlam, and nonsense. People skied in grass skirts, bikinis, sequins, and outrageous outfits of all hues. The atmosphere was raucous ebullience with a hedonistic flair. So, of course, we couldn't stay away!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hiking up to the "Dummy Run" on what remains of the half pipe</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Boy Builder on the left waiting for the "Dummy Run" with neighbors (Note the snowball in flight in top left of frame)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Resort employees make "Dummies" out of old skis, snowboard, and other junk to run down the hill while everyone throws snowballs at it; this dummy was not moving well on its own so someone hopped on to steer it</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The dummies perform a small aerial flight at the end of the run, usually reducing the contraption to the pile of garbage at the end</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beautiful vistas and beautiful skies. You can see our neighborhood in the background to the right of the lift tower in the middle of the frame</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Very last run of the season. Wish I had a picture of the awesome jump he did just after this picture was taken!</td></tr>
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<br />Reluctant Homemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092534191607575281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499507290417934005.post-73819932730780594602012-04-24T02:25:00.000-06:002012-04-24T02:25:06.310-06:00warming up<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It is spring. Oh yes, yes it is. Today the doors were open. In the middle of the day. And it wasn't freezing! The snow is visibly melting, inches a day. Our bodies are unfurling from the winter. My brain is dazzled by the <i>possibilities</i> promised by longer hours of daylight and warmer weather. The Baby's chubby deliciousness is enough to keep him warm without layer upon layer of clothing. The Boy is lured outdoors by the sweet smelling promise of photosynthesis. Forgotten detritus emerges as the ground disappears beneath our feet<br />
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Spring is generous and thrilling and delightful. And, to be honest, slightly terrifying. There's so much to be done and so much energy with which to do it. Where to begin?<br />
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This is the year the house will be done. This is the year we will move in and not ever move out again. This is the year I vow to once again spread my energies further than the reaches of my own nest. The building of home is where the buoyant exuberance of spring leads me.<br />
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While I take on mundane responsibilities like spring cleaning that can be done in fits and starts as the Baby Builder allows, others are finishing walls, finishing electrical, finishing plumbing, taking care of the details that are slowly but surely turning our construction project into a home.<br />
<br />Reluctant Homemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092534191607575281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499507290417934005.post-76316544702712996542012-04-08T21:00:00.000-06:002012-04-10T02:05:37.428-06:00easterA celebration of spring in 5 frames:<br />
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Dear Torbjørn,<br />
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The cliché is hard to avoid. Time passes so quickly! I can't believe you are already 5 months old. And yet, it seems you've always been here, part of our family, making us laugh and wonder at your antics. I delight in the new 5 month old you and mourn the 2 month old you I can hardly remember. Babies keep us tethered to the hear and the now, no matter how hard we try to record and remember the past moments.<br />
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This month you have become a social creature. You love to keep an eye on the world from your vantage over my left shoulder, flirting with strangers and friends, flashing them your stunning gummy grin. Your open, curious, delighted glance catches the attention of your would-be baby consort, but it's your sparkly cerulean eyes that reel them in. They are like wells of life-giving water for drought-stricken souls (especially mine). Oh, the delights of a baby! Pudgy, sweet, unconditional charms that regularly veer us off a productivity track and into the timeless, dreamy wonderland of the here and now.<br />
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These days we can reliably make you laugh and anticipate what will make you cry. Your Ba can make you laugh just by being in the room. There is something you find inherently ridiculous about your dear Papa. Is it the beard? The glasses? The goofy expressions? The chicken jokes? The silly songs? Your big brother can get you going into full-body ecstasies of giggles like no one else can. You delight in his presence and give him big smiley love when he comes into view. </div>
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You seem to be officially past the colicky, nonspecific crying of your first 3 months and it's such a relief for all of us, but I imagine especially for you. You've been off and on teething for the past several weeks, producing gallons of high quality drool, and you find it most unpleasant. But your teething crying is a more pointed, fretting sort of cry. It's specific and communicative in a way that the colicky business just wasn't. Because the crying has changed, I wonder if your experience of the pain has also changed. Is it because you now have some sense of time? You know it won't last forever? Is your pain more specific and less generalized than it used to be? It is less intense? The mysteries of the baby mind I will never know! However, on the subject of crying, you've hung on to the habit of crying yourself to sleep for nearly every nap and frequently at night, too. I don't get it, but I'm hoping you'll grow out of that like the colic. It seems like an exhausting way to put yourself to sleep. </div>
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You've developed more hand-eye coordination this month. You used to wave your hand in front of your face and wait until your movement brought hands in chomping distance of your mouth before you could commence finger or thumb sucking (a favorite pastime). But now you can deliberately put your own fingers or thumbs in your mouth nearly any time you want. You still practice daily "baby foo" hand meditation and all the hard work seems to be paying off. You're also getting more sophisticated with your baby gym toy. You grab the rings and bat at the gymnast figurine with new deliberation. On occasion, you hold onto a graspable object or toy for a short while, but you don't have use for toys yet. I suspect that is coming soon. My favorite hand-eye trick is when you knit with me. You sit in my lap and grab the yarn, shaking it furiously up and down and side to side, inevitably getting us both into a tangled mess.<br />
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You've now officially found your feet. In the evenings when I'm getting you dressed for bed (still your favorite time of day), you roll your hips straight up toward the ceiling, heft the sizable weight of your chubby legs into the air, and use your capable fingers to grab your toes. Sometimes in the excitement of grabbing your toes, the curve of your back makes you roll to one side and I see a preview of your upcoming talent of rolling over. The feet-grabbing trick makes you squeal with pure delight, which causes your brother to come running up the stairs and I see you cock your head and perk your ears in <i>anticipation</i>, and this — the anticipation — is really one of your best tricks so far. I imagine I'm peering through a window to your developing brain; you can now remember experiences and start to have expectations. And, so far, because your life is good, anticipation is <i>delicious </i>and your whole face glows, your body tense with the expectation of wonderfulness.<br />
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We've gotten a little better this month at predicting when you need to go potty. Poops are frequently preceded by noisy farting. Pee is announced with squawks of discomfort. We still change lots of soiled diapers, but we're getting a little better at getting more of your potty business in the potty. Yay team!<br />
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You are a dedicated observer of your world, and especially the people in it. You've been watching carefully when we eat. I suspect you're noticing interesting smells and appear to think it's fascinating all this stuff we're always putting in our mouths, but you don't seem to have the slightest interest in putting that same stuff in your mouth yet. So far, your own fingers and hands satisfy your baby appetites for chewing and milk is your only desire for food. Your observation skills are especially tuned toward people. The other day at our house, James was 15 feet across the room in the middle of a project when we arrived. He hadn't yet looked toward us, but amongst all the visual clutter of the room you zeroed in on his person-ness and watched him carefully. When he finally turned around, your face lit up and you smiled and flirted, trying to catch his attention. Clever boy. Your ploys were a success and he was smitten.<br />
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Love,<br />
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Sunny Saturday.<br />
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Boy Builder off playing with friends.</div>
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New <a href="http://www.outdoorspeakerdepot.com/in-wall-speakers.html" target="_blank">in-wall speakers</a> arrived in the mail.<br />
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Baby napping in the rebozo.</div>
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Audio system (well, the speakers anyway) installed!Reluctant Homemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092534191607575281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499507290417934005.post-77393640300889281772012-03-22T23:30:00.000-06:002012-03-23T00:34:59.202-06:00we all live downstream<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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When we bought our property in 2005, it was an "unimproved" lot. This meant there were no utilities to the property. There was a very old water line, but it hadn't been serviceable for years (we discovered when we went to replace it that the contractor for the neighbors had cut our water line to bring the water to their house).<br />
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We first moved onto our property in the summer of 2007. We had optimistic dreams of living on our land as we built, in the tradition of so many owner-builders before us. We built platforms and erected two large canvas tents sheltered by an aspen grove and made an idyllic summer home for a Papa, a Mama, and a 3.5 year old Boy.<br />
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One of the most memorable parts of that summer adventure was fetching water. We had two 5-gallon water containers and two 2.5 gallon drinking water containers. We had a platform for the large containers that held it at a height making washing and tooth-brushing convenient. We hauled water from a neighbor's outside spigot and used it for drinking, cooking, dish-washing, and washing up. We had a port-a-potty on the site and usually took our laundry to a laundry mat, but otherwise we carried the water we used.<br />
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Five gallons of water is not light, and we became very familiar with how much water we used. Our family of 3 used about 3 gallons per day.<br />
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Later, we were forced (by interfering neighbors) to move from our summer idyll to a fully equipped condominium. It was alarming how quickly we became casual about leaving the water running too long while we brushed our teeth, or lingered in the warm shower. In future iterations of our transient builder life-style, we lived in a place where the water pipes froze, forcing us again to haul water, and eventually to move to a converted store with a spring flooding problem. Then we lived in our partially built house again, with water this time, but coming through one pipe in the basement wall with a bucket for drain we carried over to the floor drain a few feet away.<br />
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Now there is fully functioning plumbing in our house, serving up the winner of the best-tasting rural Utah water for 2011 and I am so grateful for that water. We live in an important watershed and we are careful in our stewardship of that resource.<br />
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The point of this story is that water is something I've thought about a lot over the last few years.<br />
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Today is <a href="http://www.unwater.org/worldwaterday/" target="_blank">World Water Day</a>. There are <a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.262835327134288.65207.190076114410210&type=3" target="_blank">people all over the world</a> who work much harder than I ever have to provide enough water and food for their families. In fact, <a href="http://www.unicefusa.org/news/releases/on-world-water-day-the-rural.html" target="_blank">nearly 800 million people lack access to clean drinking water</a>. Here are some suggested actions from the U.N. for those wanting to help protect the world's water supply:<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #483519; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><strong>There are 7 billion people to feed on the planet today and another 2 billion are expected to join by 2050. </strong></span>Statistics say that each of us drinks from 2 to 4 litres of water every day, however most of the water we ‘drink’ is embedded in the food we eat: producing 1 kilo of beef for example consumes 15,000 litres of water while 1 kilo of wheat ’drinks up’ 1,500 litres. </span></blockquote>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #483519; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;">When a billion people in the world already live in chronic hunger and water resources are under pressure we cannot pretend the problem is ‘elsewhere’. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #483519; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"><strong>Coping with population growth and ensuring access to nutritious food to everyone call for a series of actions we can all help with:</strong></span></span></blockquote>
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<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">reduce the scandalous food wastage: 30% of the food produced worldwide is never eaten and the water used to produce it is definitively lost!</span></li>
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What is not mentioned in these actions is the tremendous amount of water needed to produce and refine fuel used to transport food, goods, etc. I recommend supporting your local economy as another action to help protect the world's water resource.<br />
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Healthy watersheds are critical to the health of our planet and all its inhabitants. The phrase has become a bit of a cliché, but is a truism nonetheless: We all live downstream.Reluctant Homemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092534191607575281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499507290417934005.post-29667977655176679512012-03-20T23:40:00.002-06:002012-03-20T23:41:45.071-06:00vernal equinoxIt seems fitting on this first day of spring that the boys and I came home tired and sunkissed.<br />
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We spent two days at the <a href="http://www.brightonresort.com/" target="_blank">ski resort</a> enjoying the (possibly) last big storm of the ski season and the rare pleasure of making new friends.<br />
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<br />Reluctant Homemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092534191607575281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499507290417934005.post-62973087470958997362012-03-17T23:49:00.000-06:002012-03-18T00:58:05.965-06:00luckyToday is St. Patrick's Day. We ate our requisite corned beef and cabbage (we passed on the green beer). Some of us wore green. We wound up bailing on all social invitations and staying home to be together. There's a spring rain/snow/wind storm outside and it was a good day to be home, together, cozy. The holiday got me thinking about Luck.<br />
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In some ways I feel so very Lucky. I have nearly all that I need and much of what I want in life. I have a loving family, a beautiful (albeit half-built) home in a stunning location, I have a sound mind and healthy body. So, so much for which I feel grateful.<br />
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But, somehow, <i>Lucky</i> doesn't quite capture the full emotion of having what you need and want. Some people use the word <i>Blessed</i>, but that doesn't quite sit right with my own theological views. <i>Fortunate</i> implies more of the profundity of my appreciation for the goodness in my life, but doesn't capture the emotion associated with abundance. It also makes this feeling out to be a one way street of receivership, perhaps bypassing my own hard work and good intentions in the process of filling my overflowing basket of goodness.<br />
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On the other hand, this concept of putting out intentions and working hard to create my own Luck smacks of undeniable hubris. I don't really think that those who don't have what I have didn't work hard, or didn't want it enough. There's much of my own station in life that I can credit to nothing more than the whims of fate. But then there's "making the most of the hand you're dealt" and inheritance from the hard work of foresighted ancestors and all that. It's a complicated process, semantically expressing the goodness I experience every day.<br />
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I recently read a book called <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Optimism-Bias-Irrationally-Positive/dp/0307378489/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1332050785&sr=8-1" target="_blank"><i>The Optimism Bias: A Tour of the Irrationally Positive Brain</i> by neuroscientist Tali Sharot</a>. It's a surprisingly engaging book that convincingly argues that humans have evolved to look at the future (and to some degree the past) with rose-colored glasses because it is adaptive. There is a great deal of evidence to support the idea that humans, for the most part, believe that we personally have a bright future ahead, brighter than statistics would suggest. We all think that we will beat the odds and have marriages that will last, upward financial mobility, everlasting good health, and fun forevermore. We know somewhere in our brains that some people, somewhere will get divorced, lose their jobs, and get sick, but we unfailingly see our own futures as unsullied by such tribulation. Sharot theorizes that our bias toward optimism makes us healthier, longer-lived, happier people. It's a fascinating book and I recommend it.<br />
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After thinking about the neuroscience of emotions like optimism, hope, positivism, and gratitude in the context of my own experience of those emotions, I'm forming an opinion that a lot of being Lucky is not so much about random circumstance as it is about <i>attentiveness</i>. Let me explain what I mean.<br />
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It is not uncommon when reading or hearing the story of a survivor with a harrowing story to hear the survivor claim "The cancer/accident/divorce/job loss was the best thing that ever happened to me!" In these kinds of uplifting stories, the person isn't just putting on a brave face, either. They usually genuinely mean it. They truly feel that this terrible thing that has happened to them is the <i>best thing</i> in their life. Maybe it caused them make a meaningful turn-around, or helped them develop unknown strengths, or set them on an unexpected path they decided was much better than the path they were on before.<br />
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Of course, none of us would ever, in advance, guess that cancer or divorce would be the best thing to ever happen to us. We'd never describe someone as Lucky who was facing these tragedies. But that seems to fly in the face of the actual outcome for the brave people who look disaster in the face, smile, and move forward.<br />
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This is where attentiveness comes in. I think those people who feel like cancer was a lucky break are deciding to <i>attend</i> to the good in their lives. They are either wired for or have consciously made a decision to attend to the positive. They are optimists. And this is why people in all walks of life, in circumstances meager and wealthy are capable of feeling that beautiful, full-to-the-brim feeling of Luck or Good Fortune or Blessedness or Abundance, even when their circumstances are so varied. The optimists are noticing all that is wonderful and, perhaps, are better off for it.<br />
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For me, this blog is about attending to the good in my life. It's about creating a little of the Luck o' the Irish for my 1/16th to 1/8th Irish self. May you find some of that Luck o' the Irish in your life today.Reluctant Homemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092534191607575281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499507290417934005.post-82798836814053861652012-03-14T23:46:00.000-06:002012-03-18T00:56:10.012-06:00pi dayCelebrated by learning about π, Archimedes, geometry of circles and the like.<br />
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And eating PIE, of course!<br />
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Happy Pi Day to you and yours!Reluctant Homemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092534191607575281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499507290417934005.post-22354593046435189962012-03-12T21:51:00.001-06:002012-03-18T00:57:44.454-06:00weekending<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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:: Sunshine!!!<br />
:: Brunch as a family<br />
:: Spring skiing for the Boy Builder and his Papa<br />
:: A trip to the grocery store for Mama and Baby deemed a success because Baby didn't scream the <i>entire</i> time he was in his car seat (sigh...)<br />
:: Snuggling<br />
:: Hearing basketball updates from family ACC tournament fans in North Carolina<br />
:: Dinner with grandparents!<br />
:: Coordinating little boy outfits<br />
:: Grandpa singing himself to sleep while baby looked on, bemusedReluctant Homemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092534191607575281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499507290417934005.post-34973949675420616752012-03-08T23:59:00.003-07:002012-03-09T01:09:38.655-07:00international women's day<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>Looking at the full moon tonight, making wishes for the women of this planet<br />
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:: I wish all women the opportunity to decide their reproductive futures<br />
:: I wish all girls and women the resources to meet their educational goals<br />
:: I wish all women access to health care for themselves and their families<br />
:: I wish all women the dignity of a fair wage for honest work<br />
:: I wish all women respect and kindness from the people in their lives<br />
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I bought myself a gift to celebrate International Women's Day. Because maternal health is a cause I am passionate about, I made a donation to <a href="http://www.ednahospital.org/">Edna Adan's Hospital of Somaliland</a>. <br />
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If you feel so moved, I urge you to make a donation to a women's cause that stirs your heart. Or maybe read <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Half-Sky-Oppression-Opportunity-Worldwide/dp/0307267148">Half the Sky by husband-wife team Nicholas Kristof and Sheryl WuDunn</a>. Or watch this <a href="http://blog.ted.com/2011/10/07/ellen-johnson-sirleaf-wins-the-nobel-peace-prize-watch-her-video-from-tedwomen/">4-minute interview with Ellen Johnson Sirleaf</a>, Nobel Peace Prize winner and the first democratically elected female president in Africa, the president of Liberia. I would be honored if you shared your International Women's Day celebration ideas in the comments.Reluctant Homemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092534191607575281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499507290417934005.post-41924259696770449672012-03-07T23:18:00.000-07:002012-03-07T23:18:55.328-07:00full moonFull moon coming up on our home with our newly installed <a href="http://www.vervelivingsystems.com/">lighting system</a>. (More on that in another post.)<br />
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Today is your 4 month birthday. You have spent the day alternating between complaints and worries and giggling. With periods of nursing, napping, and diaper changing thrown in just to keep things on an even keel. <br />
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You have so many new skills and talents. You can turn your head and focus your eyes anywhere you want to now. You frequently apply this skill toward following the antics of your big brother and your Papa. They are the best show on earth as far as you're concerned. Today, for example, you were just cracking up every time Eden tried to do the Harry Potter levitation spell on you. Over and over again. At first we thought it was the wand, but then he did the spell without the wand and you cracked up just the same. And later, when Ba came in from outside, you belly-laughed! He didn't even have to do anything other than show up. (In spite of the fact that just moments before you'd been complaining in my lap telling me that life was just not up to par as far as you were concerned.) <br />
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You are a highly skilled finger and thumb sucker. So far you haven't picked a special finger or thumb that you like the most, but instead opt for shoving the whole hand in the vicinity of your mouth and chomping down on whichever digit comes closest. You like to keep your options open.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb7TCvhsVwrXXxExX5QTa-l_Rdb_nsrJjZf-HSOg0V_hWFEK1bv3sMXRPfWfL4wS7I2BuFb2U06AZBmDNOPg_nGZRSJFj7sPKD4y_1lQs9b0HXjfzEXDsbJf4DP0eDy1ybnSrHdw96fO3D/s1600/IMG_0621.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb7TCvhsVwrXXxExX5QTa-l_Rdb_nsrJjZf-HSOg0V_hWFEK1bv3sMXRPfWfL4wS7I2BuFb2U06AZBmDNOPg_nGZRSJFj7sPKD4y_1lQs9b0HXjfzEXDsbJf4DP0eDy1ybnSrHdw96fO3D/s400/IMG_0621.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="400" /></a></div>You love telling us stories. You arrived, it seems, with lots to say. Early on, I couldn't have a phone conversation without you butting in to share your views. And I can't count the number of times I've had to cut your brother short because I couldn't hear a word he was saying over the racket you were making when he was just 10 feet away! And when you're nursing, you love to comment on the fare. Fortunately, you mostly approve, although you have shared words with me about service-related issues, like volume and speed of delivery. I assure you, I'm doing my best and your concerns have been noted.<br />
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We finally cleared up that horrible rash you had developed in your skin folds and you are feeling much better. If your friends ask, it was <a href="http://www.antimonkeybutt.com/">Anti-Monkey-Butt Cream</a> that finally did the trick. We tried lots of other remedies and you were very patient with all of them, but you were clearly relieved when we figured out something that worked.<br />
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I need to have a little talk with you about sleep. You've got this idea that sleep must be preceded by crying and complaining. I'm here to tell you that there really is no need. It is possible, and in fact very pleasurable, to just sink into sleep without crying first. Adults, children, and babies do it all the time. I recommend you give it a go. I think you'll find it's a lot less trouble and energy, less painful, and probably more restful. On a related note, I wouldn't mind if you experimented again with that newborn habit you had of sleeping for 4-6 hours at a time on occasion. If you do, you might get the bonus of a better rested mom!<br />
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Love,<br />
Your MamaReluctant Homemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092534191607575281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499507290417934005.post-75505914892518836382012-03-06T19:10:00.000-07:002012-03-06T19:10:18.090-07:00if you have ten minutes...<iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gXDMoiEkyuQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Reluctant Homemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092534191607575281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499507290417934005.post-14713181168820248232012-03-06T10:33:00.002-07:002012-03-06T12:09:01.295-07:00magic mondayJust another magic Monday. <br />
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I don't do anything too ambitious in these evening rounds. There is no vacuuming or mopping or dusting. No major feats of organization. Just tidying.<br />
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This cyclical, relentless work of domestic life can feel burdensome. On burdened days, I carry my lot clumsily, lording it about like a pained martyr, insisting that the rest of the family feel my pain with me. Those days are doubly hard, and, frankly, embarrassing.<br />
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On days of more grace, I can feel in my work the thrumming rhythm of family life. The cycles of folded clean laundry and carelessly strewn dirty clothing, tidied bedrooms and floors covered in books, toys, clothes and bedding, clear kitchen countertops and the unspeakable messes of flour and overboiled sauces and stacked dirty dishes we are too tired to clean — they all speak of life well lived, in one way or another. Creativity, love, and learning are all messy enterprises. But it is in the next step of cleaning up after ourselves and each other, that we extend our care for the people, places and things we love a little further.<br />
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This domestic work is never really done. On days of particular clarity of mind and heart, humble chores feel like meditation.<br />
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In any case, it is the stuff of my days and it is easier to make peace than to rail against. I was explaining to the Boy Builder how much better I feel when the house is tidy and how I feel creatively inspired. He said "And then your creativity makes you mess it up again." Yes, exactly. So wise and so young.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Celebration of neglected cleaning chores completed in two parts<br />
Part 1: I actually <i>cleaned</i> the sink, not just got all the dishes out of it<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Part 2: I cleaned the keyboard; the absence of grime is exhilarating!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Reluctant Homemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092534191607575281noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499507290417934005.post-20231035382261513512012-03-04T21:51:00.000-07:002012-03-04T21:51:22.226-07:00100 monthsMy Big Boy just turned over an important milestone 4 days ago: his sojourn on this planet has lasted 100 months!<br />
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</tbody></table>Papa was out of town for the big day, but we celebrated with yummy food, lots of nostalgic trips down Memory Lane, and the compilation of a wish book, to which many of his friends and family contributed.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pancakes for breakfast — Eden's favorite</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Penne Bolognese for dinner made with <a href="http://www.utahnaturalmeat.com/">local grass-fed ground beef</a> for dinner</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Because no celebration is complete without pastry, we made <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/03/24/dining/24powerrex2.html">this cake</a>, which we happened to have all the ingredients for. We ate it before we took a picture. Oops! (We thought it needed some more pomegranate flavor and we didn't make the glaze/topping, but it was a serviceable celebratory cake.)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eden, 37 months — this picture won the Audience Favorite award in the trip down Memory Lane</td></tr>
</tbody></table><blockquote class="tr_bq"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: inherit;">Dear Eden,</span> </blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: inherit;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">I feel as though I have learned more in the last 100 months of being your Mama than I feel like I have in all the 30 years leading up to those 100 months! You have been a delightful, inspiring, and demanding teacher and I appreciate your patience with me through my many mistakes on the job. So far, you and I still like each other's company and that fact brings me joy. It's what I aspire to as your Mom — to be someone whose company you seek and enjoy. So far, so good!</span> </blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">You are a passionate, smart, creative, and funny kid and I'm lucky to get to be with you so often. We've been homeschooling and I've been working from home through these 100 months, which has meant you and I have gotten to spend a lot more time together than a lot of parents and kids do. How lucky are we? Sometimes, I do admit that we drive each other batty, but, on balance, I'd rather be with you than not most any day.</span> </blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">I know it's an absolute cliché to say it, but it seems like just yesterday you were born and here we are already 100 months later! I can remember so clearly that long, hard work you and I did getting you out of me, and then those intense, amazing first days and weeks when both you and I were learning so many new things together! All that learning was exhilarating and exhausting. For both of us. Little did I know that all that learning was setting the stage for all the learning you and I were going to do in the months to come. Again, exhilarating and exhausting, but </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"><i>so much fun</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">!</span> </blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">Now you do things like multi-digit multiplication problems, reading Harry Potter books all on your own, and skiing down double-black diamond runs! Not to mention taking good care of your little brother, cooking whole meals on your own, and making up clever riddles that keep me guessing! </span> </blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">Some of the things I most like to do with you are reading and listening to books (absolutely a favorite!), going on hikes and walks, working out solutions to problems, analyzing new ideas (you've always got the most intriguing insights!), and building things. Sometimes I like cooking with you, but somehow you manage to trick me into doing all the clean up (clever you!). One of the best things I enjoy doing with you is traveling. You are a curious, adaptable, and easy-going traveling companion and we always have lots of fun!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">I look forward to many, many more months and years of being your Mama.</span></blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">Love and kisses,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763; font-family: inherit;">Your Mama</span></blockquote><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eden, self-portrait on his 100-month day</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Reluctant Homemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092534191607575281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499507290417934005.post-76369133819955563082012-02-22T00:39:00.000-07:002012-02-22T00:39:44.409-07:00seasonal confusionYesterday, while the baby and I were <a href="http://youtu.be/aUaInS6HIGo">walking in the neighborhood together</a>, we heard and saw this<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/DZ7mASZveWM?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>This winter has been so strange for us. We have far less snow (average snowfall per winter is 500 inches, this year we've had 213 inches), far more sunny days than last year, much warmer temperatures, and the snow we have had took until January to get around to falling. It appears we humans are not the only ones confused. I usually don't hear that kind of birdsong racket until April.<br />
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Is is spring already?Reluctant Homemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092534191607575281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499507290417934005.post-21290173694627127082012-02-21T16:28:00.001-07:002012-02-21T16:34:10.840-07:00in the kitchen<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkG_8B3uWAb754hyNIMVKJUhJcF_Py9EZH4NWSOiwZjwNn0Su8AlnxkqZya8f5hYiIpaSXaHLkoS3wNQYLH67GJ_Yzgb37vcM4fQ-X3n_GNKu2W2mdC95pk0okPlSi23xz3DamJUQ0kdV6/s1600/IMG_0463.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkG_8B3uWAb754hyNIMVKJUhJcF_Py9EZH4NWSOiwZjwNn0Su8AlnxkqZya8f5hYiIpaSXaHLkoS3wNQYLH67GJ_Yzgb37vcM4fQ-X3n_GNKu2W2mdC95pk0okPlSi23xz3DamJUQ0kdV6/s400/IMG_0463.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpcwjZPxEDUPSbsWcc7AuR8E6vkr5d9702ZjnK24BXwq9FN5U9BsGMuOhJafN5mB9XlIiVfNDpMi6lWkSU_PaDMOpen6dGbPlhR9oOoAa4F4DJagvw_ojShPHwmdLwTCXzC_TaN8NHVmXx/s1600/IMG_0460.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpcwjZPxEDUPSbsWcc7AuR8E6vkr5d9702ZjnK24BXwq9FN5U9BsGMuOhJafN5mB9XlIiVfNDpMi6lWkSU_PaDMOpen6dGbPlhR9oOoAa4F4DJagvw_ojShPHwmdLwTCXzC_TaN8NHVmXx/s400/IMG_0460.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>~ there is tea... everyday<br />
~ oatmeal makes a frequent appearance at breakfast time<br />
~ the 8 year old does a lot of the cooking: he bakes us treats, he makes dinner for the family all on his own from scratch, he inspires family togetherness in the kitchen<br />
~ sometimes this mama finds her creative stride and brillantly makes soft pretzel dough for the smaller people to shape (then she eats them with coarse salt. yum!)<br />
~ resourcefulness is the most important ingredient in our kitchen; there is no running out for a missing ingredient from our house<br />
~ we tried <a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2010/06/root-beer-float-cupcakes/">this recipe</a> for root beer cupcakes — with a vanilla cream cheese frosting instead of the called for toppings (see resourcefulness comment above) — and they were not so much root beer as just chocolate, which was OK, but not what we were hoping for<br />
~ we sometimes cook with exotic ingredients like plantains; these days we more often cook with ordinary ingredients like celery, eggs, and tomatoes<br />
~ we usually make enough for leftovers<br />
~ we always like it best when we can share with people we love<br />
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Bonus recipe share:<br />
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<b>Pretzel Shapes</b>, adapted from recipe by Katrina Kenison as shared in her inspired work <u>Mitten Strings for God</u><br />
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2 Tbsp instant yeast<br />
1 cup warm water<br />
2 tsp honey<br />
2 tsp salt<br />
2-1/2 cups all purpose flour<br />
1 Tbsp wheat gluten<br />
1 egg<br />
Coarse salt or cinnamon sugar<br />
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Preheat oven to 425 degrees. In a large bowl, dissolve yeast into warm water. Stir and add honey and salt. Stir in 2 cups of flour and wheat gluten. Gradually stir in or knead the remaining flour and knead the dough. When the dough is smooth and all the flour incorporated, divide the results amongst the children and let them have at it, creating whatever shapes they want to make.<br />
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Transfer their shapes to a baking sheet, brush each pretzel shape with egg wash, and sprinkle coarse salt or cinnamon sugar on top.<br />
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Bake at 425 F for 10 minutes or so, until golden brown.<br />
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<b>Rich Beef Short Ribs in the Crock Pot</b>, adapted from <a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/beef-short-ribs-recipe/index.html">this recipe</a> by Ina Garten<br />
<i>I've made this twice recently (and we're not a "repeat a recipe often" kind of a family). It was delicious, nutritious, satisfying, good balance of flavors. It also was the perfect way to use up the remaining leftover mulled wine from our Winter Solstice party back in December.</i><br />
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1 2-ish pound package beef short ribs, with a nice amount of fat if you can find a good one, preferably grass-fed meat, but you can certainly make it with any roast<br />
3 cups leftover mulled red wine, or just 3 cups mulled wine and add the optional spices to the roast<br />
2 cups beef stock<br />
1 14 oz can diced tomatoes<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">*2-3 cinnamon sticks</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">*4-6 whole cloves</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">*2-3 allspice berries</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">*2 Tbsp brown sugar</div>1/4 cup extra virgin olive oil<br />
1 large onion, diced<br />
4 large cloves garlic, sliced and coarsely minced<br />
2 medium carrots, cut into 1 inch chunks<br />
4 medium stalks celery, cut into 1 inch chunks<br />
2 leeks, white parts, washed and sliced 1/8 inch slice<br />
1 fennel bulb, core removed, cut into 1/4-ish slices<br />
1-1/2 tsp rosemary leaves<br />
1 tsp thyme leaves<br />
2-3 bay leaves<br />
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*Optional ingredients, if you don't have mulled wine<br />
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1. Pour the olive oil in a 6-quart crock pot and coat the inside of the pot.<br />
2. Put the wine, beef stock, tomatoes, and optional ingredients in a medium sauce pan and bring to a boil. Reduce heat to a simmer and let the pot simmer while you cut the vegetables. Reduce the liquid by half and turn off the heat.<br />
3. Dump all the vegetables and herbs into the crock pot.<br />
4. Rinse the meat, dry with paper toweling. Salt and pepper the meat and add it to the vegetables.<br />
5. Pour the reduced liquid over the vegetables and meat.<br />
6. Cook the stew on low for 6-8 hours.<br />
7. Serve over baked potatoes with sour cream on top (optional)Reluctant Homemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092534191607575281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499507290417934005.post-41722391964605719362012-02-14T03:00:00.000-07:002012-02-14T03:00:05.989-07:00celebrating loveThe Valentine's Day bug has nipped us here. The Boy Builder and I were talking today about all the many forms of love:<br />
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~ parental love<br />
~ romantic love<br />
~ sibling love<br />
~ child love<br />
~ love for humanity<br />
~ love for animals<br />
~ love for community or nation<br />
~ love of material things<br />
~ love of beauty<br />
~ things we love to do<br />
~ and on, and on, and on ...<br />
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Yesterday, a new niece was born in North Carolina. Modern technology allowed us to keep abreast of the details and see gorgeous pictures of little Lyla Mae nearly instantly as she began her sojourn on Earth. <br />
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Welcome, little Lyla Mae. We are <i>so glad</i> you are here.Reluctant Homemakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10092534191607575281noreply@blogger.com2