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Wednesday, November 5, 2014

walking an infertility path of no regret

There's something to be said about infertility and how it transforms you. I still think about that every now and then, especially now that people are starting to ask about a second baby. Reflection helps me to look back and see how far we've come. Our journey through infertility forever changed me, but it a good way. In a triumphant way. I don't regret for one moment my cobble-lined path, just the lack of courage to share my journey with others. It might have done someone else good, you know? Given hope. Or a giggle. Or Empathy. Or comfort. So I'm posting some excerpts from my darkest and brightest times during our bumpy journey down this cobbled road. Perhaps someone else can relate and feel solace...


Wednesday, June 11, 2014

mad skills

On cognitive skills...

I heard that at school Acorn is particularly spirited when it comes to flashcards. She. Wants. To. Learn. NOW! So in searching for a home version, I found these awesome Eric Carle animal flashcards at the MoMA Store. Not many can top Mr. Carle in both the whimsical and captivating categories. Can't wait to try them out!

I'm starting to become obsessed with this stinkin' store! MoMA also has these Andy Warhol magnets. What. Savvy pop art and learning?? Um, yes, please. I mean, why not learn what a cow looks like from an over-the-top super-pastoral wallpaper sample from the '60s? Why. Not.

Everyone needs a bit of fridge glitter.

On imaginative play...

Thursday, May 22, 2014

"the hard is what makes it great" says tom hanks

I burst into tears at work the other day after reading this old blog post from Renegade Mothering about accepting that the woman you were before becoming a mother is dead and that's it's completely okay because there is rebirth into this new and beautifully different life. I don't think I've read something that articulated this feeling of change so well.

I know this so-called motherhood is hard. At least it's hard for me some days. Yes, I admit it. And I'm pretty flippin' lucky too. No, I'm VERY lucky. I have my one adorably chilled out, goat-cheese-eating, well-behaved little gal with gloriously chunky, pinchable thighs and a boundless thirst for giggles, new words, and bubbles. Her soul is as light, carefree, and beautiful as the very bubbles that make her giddy.

So I feel guilty for saying that it's hard sometimes. How can that be? What the hell is my problem? It was all supposed to be so very perfect, right? No. Hell no. Life is not perfect. Not by a mile. Life is messy and giggly. Life is long commutes and long kisses goodnight. Stomach bugs and tummy tickles. Life is a piping hot plate of homemade sin sprinkled with just enough joy dust that every wayward bite is flawed perfection.

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

finding the balance within and without

I read about a beautiful, strong woman this week on A Cup of Jo who let go of wanting children after 10 years of infertility, who resolved herself to find happiness in an unexpected life without children, and inspired readers with her honesty and strength to overcome her grief and enjoy life for simply the sake of life. Mara Kofoed struck a chord with me when she wrote, "With infertility, at first, I would think, oh my gosh, if I could just get pregnant, life will be so amazing, and I’ll be so happy, and this child will just make my world. For years, my worth and identity was wrapped up in having a spouse and children. But then, I realized that I was putting pressure on this child to fulfill me, when in reality, it’s my job to find fulfillment, not anyone else's."

It made me reflect on our arduous journey to get to this point, what I vowed to myself, what I owe myself. Mara's words rang true to me and I feel they are tremendously universal, no matter what your situation. Simply put, find the happiness in the life you live right now. 

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

chicken coop cravings

I have always wanted a chicken coop. Ever since I was a little girl I would be so envious of my friends living in the country who "got to" pick out the eggs every day (though I can only assume they eventually tired of the chore). So, of course, when we moved to a house with a big backyard, I'm starting to salivate at the thought of freshest of the fresh eggs and soldiers, creamiest of the creamy quiches, and a bit of rural magic in our urban setting. 

Of course due to the stinkin' neighborhood restrictions, I can't even step one little chicken claw on my property without the HOA police attacking. That's okay, I guess. I have a few friends with their own coops that I can live vicariously through (you know who you are).

BUT! If I were able to have a humble abode for my dream banties, these would be in my poultry paradise...

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

on linguistics and dancing

Every day something new is learned. Or said. Or scrutinized with intensity. Or a lightbulb goes off. It's amazing. Acorn is almost 16 months old (I can't believe it) and she is such a cool little girl, full of life and smiles, curiosity and fearlessness, energy and yet well-behaved, calmness in the most crucial of times.

Thursday, March 20, 2014

st. simons island trip

We went to St. Simons Island, Georgia the week of St. Patrick's Day. It was lovely and beautiful and rainy and cold. A violent stomach bug ran through the family, but other than that, we got to eat some tasty BBQ, run around on the beach, explore the old houses, and check out Savannah on St. Patrick's Day, which I had no idea was second to Boston in green beer and drunk Irishmen! Anyway, here are a few shots of the trip!

Saturday, March 15, 2014

becoming a mama bear. rawr.

Life is starting to settle down and equalize. And that's all I have ever wanted out of this body, my family, and our tiny little place in this overwhelming world. A balance of hard work and giggles, of meetings with clients and close encounters with squirrels, bird surveys for work and bird watching at home, writing technical documents and drawing with chalk. Just sweet, simple balance.

But that has not always been the case.

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

nina & peanut: the meet cute

One of Acorn's Christmas presents was a storybook I made from Pinhole Press. I never thought I could do something like this, but the website made it super easy to pull together a story. I struggled with what to write, but in the end don't they say write what you know? So it's a story of a cat who's stuck inside all day, the baby that abruptly moves into her territory, and how they ultimately become friends--their "meet cute," which describes a scenario in which two individuals are brought together in some unlikely, zany, destined-to-be-together-forever sort of way.

And when it came in, I couldn't believe how professional it looked! Hard covers with linen binding and high quality pages will make this a keepsake for years to come.

So I thought I'd share the story I came up with...

Friday, January 17, 2014

walker, texas toddler

Acorn is WALKING!!! I'm calling it. Her first official steps were on New Year's Day of all days, the day she turned 13 months old. It was so wonderful for us to BOTH witness it too--it was like she gave us a little present! She had been taking a tentative step here, a little one there and immediately plopping down, realizing crawling was going to get her places a little faster.

Then all of a sudden, right after we had our annual New Year's Day blueberry cinnamon pancake extravaganza (this year, they were in the shapes of Star Wars characters!), she just "got" it. She stepped, and paused, stepped and paused, and stayed up, and just kept going. And she hasn't looked back since! Two weeks later and she's really starting to get the hang of it, and even trying to run. Or rather speed walk...

Thursday, January 16, 2014

the art and etceteras of emily winfield martin

I am in love with these fairy-tale, vintage-esque prints from Emily Winfield Martin at the The Black Apple. They have this warm, nostalgic, almost peculiar appeal mixed with a hint of sylvan whimsy and 1950s portraiture that makes me want to crawl right into them and dance with a bear, put my hair into braids, and have a pet bat. My favorite is In the Spring, She Married a Bear. It evokes such wonderful imagination and inspires us all to retreat into the magical woods of childhood. And I hope to hang this up in Acorn's nursery soon!