Hats (on Wednesday)
Warika (on Thursday)
Karhaas (on Friday)
Gaberella (on Saturday) and
Bennie (on Sunday)
It was all gravy, every minute of it.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
My Darlings
A few times every day, Imogen switches roles with me. She calls me "my darlings," and I call her "Mama."
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Free-Range Parenting
It seems as though the newest wave of mothers is saying no to prenatal Beethoven appreciation classes, homework tutors in kindergarten, or moving to a town near their child’s college campus so the darling can more easily have home-cooked meals. (O.K., O.K., many were already saying no, but now they’re doing so without the feeling that a good parent would say yes.) Over coffee and out in cyberspace they are gleefully labeling themselves “bad mommies,” pouring out their doubts, their dissatisfaction and their dysfunction, celebrating their own shortcomings in contrast to their older sisters’ cloying perfection.Lisa Belkin
Box Bike
My friend Trina in The Netherlands will soon be a mother of four. She bought a "box bike" to get her kids to school and back. I love it!
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
Tess Gallagher
Sunday, May 24, 2009
For Now
I Stop Writing the Poem
to fold the clothes. No matter who lives
or who dies, I'm still a woman.
I'll always have plenty to do.
I bring the arms of his shirt
together. Nothing can stop
our tenderness. I'll get back
to the poem. I'll get back to being
a woman. But for now
there's a shirt, a giant shirt
in my hands, and somewhere a small girl
standing next to her mother
watching to see how it's done.
-Tess Gallagher
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Of Course
Immy is now saying "of course" as in "we'll need party hats, 'uh' course."
Wiktionary: "of course...[a]sserts that the associated phrase should not be argued, particularly if it is obvious or there is no choice in the matter."
Wiktionary: "of course...[a]sserts that the associated phrase should not be argued, particularly if it is obvious or there is no choice in the matter."
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Microeconomics
At Immy's pretend stores, ice cream shops and fish markets, everything costs "50-god dollars."
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Read-Along
Imogen follows along with her Grammy--on tape--reading Farmer Brown Shears His Sheep: A Yarn About Wool.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Rosy Posies
Happy Mother's Day!
Imogen surprised me today by drawing one of Great-Gramma's tulips on her magnetic doodle pad.
She also named this blog post.
Almost three years into mothering and I still feel like I need to be pinched. I find Immy so exponentially amazing that I can hardly believe she came from me. I don't take credit, I just watch in awe. Thank you Immy for making me a mother. I've never been so proud or felt I had a higher calling. Having you is the fulfillment of my greatest dream.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
One Child at a Time
Top: Immy briefly helps her cousin YaYa, who spent more than four hours at the farmer's market today raising money for Pennies for Peace. What a great person YaYa is, spending her beautiful Saturday helping girls in Pakistan and Afghanistan.
Bottom: Imogen shows off the tulips we gently picked out for Great-Gramma.
Semper Paratus
Imogen's co-op preschool and cousin YaYa's home-school program went on a field trip last week to the Coast Guard station. We toured a boat, watched a helicopter hoist up a man, and, "always ready," the Coast Guard dads set up a bouncy house where the kids bounced themselves silly.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Friday, May 1, 2009
In Dewy Damps
When I was nearly five in the fall of 1975, my family moved from Seattle to Sappho, Washington, near Forks. Recently, on my way to Forks, with Imogen asleep in the back of the car and a camera on hand, I drove up the road we lived on.
Two of my favorite bigleaf maple trees are still standing, covered in chartreuse moss and old man's beard lichen:
One is partly hollow so that my sister and dad and I could go inside if we crouched down.
The other held a beloved handmade swing.
I'm amazed and happy they're both still alive and reminded to be thankful for the abundance of nature and this enchanted place in the landscape of my childhood.
Two of my favorite bigleaf maple trees are still standing, covered in chartreuse moss and old man's beard lichen:
One is partly hollow so that my sister and dad and I could go inside if we crouched down.
I'm amazed and happy they're both still alive and reminded to be thankful for the abundance of nature and this enchanted place in the landscape of my childhood.
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