Sunday, March 1, 2009

random tidbits and one reason I'm lucky.

Have you ever tried to nurse a baby to sleep while you have the hiccups? It doesn't work terrible well. Each time my bosom would bounce with a hiccup she would look at me inquiringly. But my hiccups finally subsided and she finally gave in to sleep. So I'm here for a few minutes to try to put down a few thoughts. I am extremely tired today after getting very little sleep last night, so I'm not sure how much of this will be coherent.

A few weeks ago I thought my son might be going down the weaning road faster than I anticipated, but this weekend showed that he's still pretty attached to the boob - literally. I found this post by Pioneer woman to be very relevant this weekend.

I can't imagine what it will be like when I have two toddlers! Oh my! But I'll discuss tandem nursing another time I think.

I have been inconsistent about what I call my family members in this blog. I can't decide how to refer to them. I started with "code names", but that just didn't quite seem to fit as well for me as it does for some. Then I switched to initials, but that got confusing. I guess I should look around and see what others do on their blogs....hmmm....i'm seeing a little of everything. So, maybe I'll skirt the issue for now by just refering to them as my husband, my son, and my daughter. Fancy that.

I feel lucky. I feel lucky that we live in a place where our son can roam a bit. This evening when we got home from the day's adventures our son said he was going to go shovel snow. My husband helped him into his coat and hat in the van, our son grabbed a shovel from the garage, and he was off. He loves to stay outside when we get home from somewhere. We are fortunate enough to live on several acres in rural area. Our yard is surrounded by a natural barrier of white pine trees and then a dilapidated woven wire fence between us and the road on two sides and the neighbor on another side. My handy husband has built several play houses for our son (and I think secretly for my husband, too), and our son is relatively free to wander as he pleases. He checks in occasionally coming into the garage and in the kitchen door, banging on the sliding glass door, talking to me at the above-the-sink kitchen window, or waving from the playhouse window. My husband was in and out to unpack the van and help our son when his shovel got stuck in the snow/grass (our son comes and announces "I got into trouble" when he needs help), but we are able to let him be pretty independent. I grew up like that (probably even more so) and it seems natural to me, but I know that many 3-year olds do not have that opportunity - to be on their own for a few minutes in a safe, quiet, roamable place. In the summer our son runs straight from the driveway to the garden, where he had a large digging hole. We are all looking forward to defrosting the garden again.

(pregnant mama and one of the digging holes)

Now, was that way or referring to them too cumbersome? Be honest now....was it?

Before I go I want to add that a friend me a huge service this morning by helping to tidy up my spirit(ual?) world. I'm still processing and haven't figured out how to talk about what's going on, but I think this is one more step in the right direction.


  1. i think husband, son, daughter work great very easy to follow and read :D i love reading your blog by the way


  2. Your garden is so lush and beautiful. I myself am anticipating life with two toddlers, but soon, life with a newborn and a toddler. I am looking forward to reading more on your blog!