Urban Organica

Moving...

2008-08-25T11:03:00.000-07:00

We've been asked to share a few of our unschooling, crafting, ecology & community resources...The thing is, I half started this blog as part of my own learning adventure. I don't quite no how to do it efficiently here, & although I could figure it out & I love Blogger...we're now at

http://www.urbanorganica.typepad.com/

Over the next weeks I'll have some of our favorite articles, curriculum sources & links up. We'll see you there!

On the Dock/In the Woods

2008-08-22T15:37:00.000-07:00

The gnomies went all out last night, I guess. Most of New England is in a constant thunderstorm/squall/break/black-out/drizzle/lightning cycle, & dreading the end of their would-be summer. But for us Californians, it's an amazing, etheric-woozy moment that's lasting & lasting. The woods are pure candyshop for my inner gatherer, & it's my favorite thing to see what my fellow earth angels have been up to.

There's acorn trails, bark shanties, moss gardens, lake plumbing, birch tunnels & even telephone poles. Loveliness.

And between the rains, there's breakfast on the dock, our way: Pilipino Fried Eggs on Spanish Veggies, Baked Tilapia, Rice, Sweet Mint Tea, Organic Sparkling Lemonade, Gluten-Free Banana Muffins & a bit of Vegetarian OyakoDon. Yeah.

Why: Sewing

2008-08-22T00:23:00.001-07:00

In America we have all kinds of made-up, ridiculous forms of deprivation. I recently facilitated an event where a financially fortunate woman insisted on calling people poor. You know, we've all said it: "Poor People." After much work with the masterful Lillie P. Allen, she determined that people might not have money or resources, but that doesn't mean that they, themselves were "poor." Like of inferior quality. They just didn't have resources.

Oh, but to grow up in a home without a homemaker- poor thing! I don't mean a work-at-home mom. Or even a mom at all. In some families it's another relative or a visiting friend, a sensitive administrator, or a nesting child. I'm talking about someone who has an eye for warmth & a soulful impulse. My mom was a single parent, working three jobs & starting random businesses. We got turkeys from the church on Thanksgiving. We were certainly lower class for a bit there. But she was a homemaker, who cherished our family & relished cooking & cleaning & doing things thoroughly, with organization. She was (& is) creative & community-oriented, so we never really wanted for anything at all. And as far as I'm concerned we had the ultimate privilege: a crafty mama.

So when I speak of American Deprivation I'm referring to a bunch of stuff & no sense of work ethic. No examples of basic-need-generation. No relationship to how a sweater becomes a sweater. We once a had a babysitter - a UCDavis Student, mind you, that asked me if I was "Actually okay letting them eat food from farmers?" Wasn't I "scared they might be dirty or toxic or they might catch something?" My 4 year-old had to explain to her where food comes from & why she, too should only eat organic! I speak from the pedestal of a privileged childhood: so many nights drifting off to the sound of a whirring Singer machine from which appeared blankets, dresses, toys. Not an abundance, she was exhausted after all. But enough.

So that is my goal: to produce enough. I worked in fashion, as a stylist in LA. With A-list actors, supermodels & Grammy winners. I love designer clothing. But this is why I sew. To produce enough. To occasionally tap into spirit when I see it all come together. To be an example worth imitating, both in action & being. Not all the time. Not weekly or even daily. But enough. That they can be privileged to be in my home & I can accept being privileged to have made the effort to do it myself.

3 Generations Later

2008-08-21T23:43:00.000-07:00

I kinda can't believe his luck sometimes. He's always generating crazy stuff out of nowhere, like truly lost keys & wallets, random animal sightings, spontaneous gifts from strangers. Ever since he was in utero- really. He even refers to himself as the kid who can manifest anything, as in, "Hey Mom, do you think we can start our own school, where kids just come & play, This Week, 'cause, like, you know how I Can Manifest Anything?" Of course, the following Wednesday our house was loaded with kids of all ages: our 3 boys, the 2 kids I invited, plus 4 from the block. That would be 9 kids piling every pillow in my home onto my former diningroom floor & diving for 3 hours straight. He wasn't surprised one bit. Just really proud & grateful they all had fun at his "school."

So of course he was born with a life-long best friend, too. How do I know? Because his Dad & her mom & uncle can sit around talking design & essential oils while laughing at memories from the Eighties. Because their grandparents can cocktail it up like nobody's business - & always do. And because they both know eachother's docks like the back of their hand.
They both love catching "bass" (little black minnows. maybe they're bass. maybe) Tying the ropes. Singing "Mount Washingmachine." Making fairy houses. Playing with Mimi. They're both funny & strong willed & smart. They were caught trying to untie their tube from the dock several different ways - so confident were they in their boating skills. They saw eachother all of 24 hours this year & as they said, "It seems kinda like we're still at last year."

It all might seem hard for Tonka, but as always he's just totally fine in the world. Although I can't imagine it's easy being a toddler, in your life jacket, in a tube, tied to a rope & being pulled through the woods by two big kids. But toddlerhood's joy comes from challenge & accomplishment, doesn't it? Not to mention that he's just as lucky, since her little sister is exactly his age.Their dad said last week, "Good thing there's a house between us."

Once a Year

2008-08-19T14:52:00.000-07:00

It gets this quiet.Once a year it becomes important to hang laundry in the woods. To share a step-stool just to be close to the younger brother. To sweep the pine needles...

Plane Goodies

2008-07-19T13:30:00.000-07:00

For Pond @ 2.5 Years:

Gerda Muller's Seasons Books. So sweet with no text, just children doing what they do when outside.

Thin beeswax in every color. For sculpting, hole punching, decorating. It takes a bit of quiet & patience to melt the wax, then it makes your hands all warm & honey-smelling. With plants dyes & no stick, this is as clean as sculpting gets.

Old-fashioned clothesline & clothespins with drawstring bag. So he can hang things off me & make a fort in his seat.

Silk - for hiding, for sleeping, for warmth, for a bit of home.

Locally harvested, spun & plant-dyed fingerknitting wool. By Colors of Nature.

"Hand" paper punch.

Translucent window star paper in a rainbow of colors.

Large wooden play clip.

Wooden car with a hole, large enough to drag through the airport.

2 kinds of bug-view scopes.

Journal with stickers.

Block crayons.

Drawstring pouch with hematite magnets.

I've had a bit of travel anxiety this past week. There's so much to do, to set up for our house guests here, to prepare for there, to tie up everywhere. Before distinguishing what was going on for me I kept thinking, "How's this gonna work? D's going to want to sleep. We've got 3 boys. He can't sleep! They're just going to want me the entire time. Baby loves to scream. He's a total screamer. He doesn't like to nurse while he's awake. I only know how to nurse to calm on planes!!! This is going to suck!!" You know, the record player that gets louder & louder until we hear it. What's actually so is that my sweet baby is just so in love with these two big brothers of his, so he's distracted all the time. He'll be fine on the plane, & I just need to be ready for the screams, which come when he's happy & come when he's frustrated. Which he very well may be on a cross-country flight. And D is, of course so happy to stay up the whole flight & be a king about all of it. Once I took the time to create how this flight's going to go & got in dialogue with my partner, I got more related to reality. As women we're well trained in communicating, but somehow we still manage to be running a monologue in our heads. Especially when it comes to asking for help. A context of partnership makes all the difference, doesn't it? Or more importantly, remembering that the people in our lives are there because they love us, they want us to be happy & cared for & nourished. Just like we want for them.

All that helps at least as much as toy bags.

So we've ransacked our art supplies & rainy day boxes & here's what we've got. They are ecstatic.

And I'm calm with just that little high that comes from laying things out in a lovely way, enough to appreciate the colors, the organization, the textures, & mostly the reminders of each sweet child & how he uses things.

Crafts Supplies = Happyness Frenzy

2008-07-16T19:08:00.000-07:00

It's here, it's here, it's here! Ohmigosh, ohmigosh, ohmigosh! Aye. Ya-Yaye Ohmygoodness! My very own first Gocco. Long awaited, years really. It's too beautiful to use. A piece of plastic actually worth fawning over. And Lotta's printing book for inspiration, which I scored for $6 at the Friends of the San Francisco Library at Fort Mason Center while waiting for a table atGreens (aka Favorite City Eats. Favorite.). I'm so into her screen printing on fabric - love it, love it, love it. But all those chemical-ly inks mixed with little boys makes for a very scary situation. So this is so beyond exciting for me. I mean you should see me! Obviously, I Am Ranting. But what you can't see is my grown-up-mommy-version of the Happy Pee Pee Dansk jig. I've got lotsa great borrowed ideas. Like this. And this. And this. I mean, I'm excited.

And as we head to Lake Winnepesaukee we'll be bringing 2 thick stacks of envelopes for 6 & 7 year-olds to print, so that Love & J (aka the Rainbow Lite-Brites Box Girl) can write eachother once they're back on different coasts again. I mean, this thing's practical.

And at the co-op the sale bin had these Lotta notecards at half-off! Crazymaking. I'm going to make them into little blank books like Sally, Amy + Amanda. The boys already know they're for them so they've been transferring images of "boy" embroidery patterns into them & then drawing roads, tracks & stations to tie them all together. They really seem to honor the fancy materials & put more love & care into their work.

And from Goodness & Pomadour24, a little sweetness itself. Japanese linens & tapes for making the boys "concession-stand money aprons," "tool belts," & "work pouches." Don't ask me, I'm just the stitcher. I don't even do the pedal work. I'll show you what they come up with.

It never fails to amaze me.

Like this sweet ballerina by my girl Jelly Bean. She comes over on Wednesdays, asks for a little bit of wool, a little bit of fabric, a glue gun here, fancy pens there. 2 months later, Ta-Dah! Kids know what they want, they just need materials & someone to bounce their ideas off of, just like the rest of us.

Floating

2008-07-15T00:28:00.000-07:00

I woke up Saturday determined to go to the Yuba. There's nothing like that water- fresh from the mountains, baked on the hot rocks all day 'till there's a softness to it, a sandy beach with a mini Pekoe salmon nuzzling up like puppies, their sides glinting mint, watermelon & fool's gold. Unfortunately the air quality in Northern California is pretty much dangerous, so we headed Southwest, to Sausalito. And here we discovered a colony of 400 floating homes, filled with folks living a bouyant daily dream...

Not much further & this guy's on his way to a shocking, shocking view of San Francisco & the Golden Gate. I was born & raised in the city, yet for whatever reason I

have absolutely no memory of this town. What a treat it finally discover it...

All the neighbors take care of eachother's "gardens." This is the opposite of "When we get our farm...," & yet, it seems that it would be incredibly fulfilling, an ideal life for an artist, a f way to stay connected to both source & community, a nice way to simplify. I just know I wouldn't sleep at night with all that water around my boys; different from the Lake, where they have woods to play in, to get out all their stuff...But logged into the databanks, another possible life adventure.

Gluten Free French Bread Pudding

2008-07-06T23:53:00.000-07:00

We tend to abstain from gluten fairly regularly around here. We don't need to, although it does turn my prince charming into a major grump & he's incredibly disciplined at staying great. Every once in awhile I do throw a giant fit about it, I have to admit, like when I'm making gluten-free gnocci & instead of slicing lovely long rolls into fluffy marshmallow-like pillows to be steamed I'm trying to drop gobs of ultra sticky paste into splashing, boiling water. It's not an easy lifestyle, but it's not a suffering one. I'm so laid-back, though, that I'm prone to rant & rave for a half-hour several times a month from the built-up pressure of my own home-economics ambitions. He rides through all of it with me, however. And it probably has something to do with the fact that I make gluten-free gnocci & what-not. So here's a breakfast bread pudding. Make sure you use organic ingredients. And yes, it is as moist & chewy & buttery & crusty as it looks. Congratulations in advance.

-15 slices of Food for Life's Rice Pecan bread ripped into little cubish thingy's.

-4 eggs, a splash of vanilla, lotsa cinnamon, 3 T. melted butter, 1/2 C raisins, 3 Cups of milk (we use soy or almond), beat well.

-Butter a 9x9" baking dish, add bread. Pour over mixture & bake at 350', for 40 minutes.

For language arts this week we built a "G"rass "I"ce Cream "H"ut out of cardboard. It has an ice cream menu, a sliding door to retrieve the treats, little paper muffin liners as cones & an extremely cute staff. Of course this meant making real ice cream to build on the theme, & then, lemonade popsicles. From my mom's garden...

H is also for "H"arvesting. These are from Love's wonderful birthday garden he planted in October. He's such a green thumb. How cute are these little guys?

7/4 Celebrating Interdependence

2008-07-06T13:43:00.000-07:00

What does the iconic American holiday look like in our world? Well, since Tonka's terrified of fireworks, it looked like a giant bubble bath with our Ipod & Mac Hi-Fi blaring all the good stuff: Huey Lewis, Blondie, (happy) Depeche Mode, Hall & Oats. I'm undecided with the fireworks themselves - I always grew up celebrating the Fourth with our huge family & I'm a very American mix myself- Pilipino, Slavic, Spanish, Chinese, Basque, it goes on- with old San Francisco ex-hippies who baptised us with the dew from morning leaves. AND... we're peace activists! So how do I ooh & aah about a war reenactment knowing I've never myself experienced a direct attack, while I've many, many dear friends who've lost & themselves downed mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, children, cousins. We have such a privilege to take these things lightly in the States. Let me now mention that all my godchildren are Airforce brats, my beloved Lolo (grandpa) was a Silver Star & Purple Heart recipient who was recommended for the Congressional Medal of Honor & I have a deep, ridiculous crush on Lera's very military, Bush-loving family of six yet somehow-still-sewing blog. I actually think I check it twice a day for updates. She's opened my mind, I tell ya. Not to mention provided loads of inspiration & smiles. I'm just saying - I'm undecided. Adding to that, we usually celebrate in the most applepie way of all: 6 island families in their motor boats following eachother to Meredith Bay to float under the fireworks on Lake Winnipesaukee after a gorgeous dock barbeque.

In any case I've much to rejoice about. My gorgeous husband, very Aloha toddler, my bittiest in his blue tabou - a plaid headscarf handwoven by the indigenous Muslim tribes of Mindanao where my mom's side is from.

The beach in San Francisco is truly such a gateway. A reminder of roots & possibilities.

Giant pelicans demonstrating the ultimate freedom.

The gift of grandparents & grandkids. I really believe that deep roots create stable trees. So we throw them whatever we can - family, declared family, precious memories, warmth. Even a biting cold beach is all sweetness & warmth when that orange hits our faces.

The strongest anchors come as they cultivate their own relationships with earth, with spirit, & with eachother.

The ultimate reminder of how we're here - sun, spirit, earth.

We always felt like Love was such a buddha-baby. I asked if I could capture that sun on his face & here's his response before running along the "river." Imagine how grounding this sweet boy is for us.

Being urban means coming from community & diversity. So what better way to celebrate our independence - our freedom to choose - than to acknowledge & act from our true state of interdependence. Our wonderful, wonderful friend Ross who invented the Xtracycle pointed that out this morning. Our holiday looked like just that...

Fractions

2008-07-04T01:18:00.000-07:00

I've always had a Japanese aesthetic. Maybe 'cause I was conceived in at the Miyako. Or since I went to Nihonmachi Little Friends preschool. Or the Japanese elementary school. I'm not Japanese, but obviously, it runs deep. Like the amazing quilt my mom-in-love made. It's actually kinda New England on an antique dresser from their family. In my hands, however...very kawaii.

Trees at the zoo? Kawaii Nei! It's all in the repetition, the balance of soft & bold colors, the presence of natural, earth-based order. And, uh, I'm not a math person. I missed one week in 3rd grade being sick at home & missed my times-tables. It's been a bit of a rough road ever since. (It hasn't impacted my entrepreneurial savvy, mind you. Just my ever important momentary self confidence when the group check appears.)
And so how extremely pleased am I with Love's fractions & patterns exercise here? He invented it himself & had me join in with gigantic, papertowel-sized chalk. A suspicious purchase to be sure, but he promised me they'd use them. It runs the length of this wall & contains very specific, very detailed, most importantly very cute math visuals. Kawaii, indeed.

And Who's This?

2008-07-01T05:01:00.000-07:00

It's amazing to me how our little ones have these angelic, distinct faces & yet we have no idea what they're going to look like later. They change so much everyday. And then you look back at old babyphotos & there they are, exactly themselves already, right from the beginning! I've so been adoring our littlest, with him nearly every second of the last five months. And then I see this picture - Who's That???? Well, it's him, like I've never noticed, & somehow, more himself than I've ever noticed. A face & a presence to match that strong, strong, strong voice he came in with. This was taken right before he inchwormed up, over the boppy to eat the metal strip between my rug & bathroom floor. His brothers were, naturally, so very proud of their boy.

A Day's Work

2008-06-28T00:41:00.000-07:00

3 Things I Adore:

1. Love's natural motivation to do handwork. Here he's tracing a drawing for his embroidery hoop.

2. My boys in the kitchen. They can cut some serious celery.

3. This crazy fish tank shot by Pond. Look at the colors! The textures!
Thanks for indulging me. Have an amazing weekend!

Candy for Woolies

2008-05-29T16:07:00.000-07:00

Everything's a vote in our universe. And so whenever there's a chance to meet a vendor of something we already use, we jump at it...
We almost missed the Yolo County Wool Mill, because it looked like a tiny red barn & a couple of sheds.
But we could see bits of red & green wool clinging to the mess of nettles.

Thank goodness we took a chance, because it was such a treat. Like...see???This is Native wool from Churro sheep. It's not really considered a soft wool, but after it gets washed in the above machines (so it doesn't make all their machinery sticky),

Spends some time drying,

Takes a ride through an antique picker to remove the burs & what not,Zips through the grand, grand, grand mare of drum rollers (at least 20 feet long, with dozens of different-textured drums), It goes into delicious old red 4 foot high , can filled with spirals of billowy, fluffy warm goodness. Imagine! I told Bear that I wanted a can for our 10 year anniversary please. Imagine!The colors, the textures!!! This is one of only 5 small lot wool mills in the country, where you can bring in your wool & they'll process it for you in to batting, sliver, roving or yarn.

Jane, the owner was a complete princess. I probably shouldn't mention it, but she gave me one of these gorgeous spindles when she saw how ga-ga I got over them, taking photo after photo of them through yucky plastic bags. They don't make them anymore- all hof her machines are at least 50 years old.

Spring Books

2008-05-26T06:58:00.000-07:00

It's time to put our Spring Books together. This is how we compile our accomplishments, projects, observations, memories & perfect moments. I LOVE homeschooling! I got to do it myself, since I began cutting school in 3rd grade (Smurfs, then Gummi Bears, the Brady Bunch, The Love Boat, I Love Lucy...). So they took me out & I've been a passionate student ever since...Some images we're including:

*The "Office" under the stairs. We put up 2 peg racks & now I'm free of the silk chaos all over my house. And...26 silks for 3 boys? What is that all about? We also edited out the toys & placed all of Winn's toddler books right where he'll be able to get them. He loves to "read" to his brothers by recalling stories or interpreting the pictures. The first time he arranged his baby brother & Kuya (big bro in P) on the couch next to him & read, "Many drummers drum. Many drummers come." It was everything I could do to not start balling & making a giant scene of it. I grew up with that exact book. a

*Love's so amazing "hawk" embroidery. How does a 6 year-old pick up a hoop for the first time in 4 years & come strong with flight & perspective?

*Our local birds charts. This is so much fun. I've never been a bird person before, but I've really gotten swept up in the magic & diversity of it all. We made copies of a 2-sided card & the boys have them on clipboards with pens attached. They just tally away at what they see, then we transfer it onto the big chart. We've added trips to the raptor center & zoo, needle-felting birds, reading Trumpet of the Swan, Adopting a Trumpeter Swan...Too much to add, actually.

*Play money from the "Oak 1 Credit Union" in my livingroom. A trip to the local Golden One included the inside of the ATM machine & made quite the impression. In one week he's gone from teaching himself the value of coins to simple multiplication, addition, & subtraction. Not to mention customer service! Lakeshore makes great, very realistic playmoney. He now wants to start a blog selling embroidered pillows for, "like, from $5 to $13 dollars."

*A women's shelter at the Oakland Zoo. It's absolutely beautiful, with a surprising efficiency built in. The structure is made from local sticks
& cow dunge with a thatched roof. Inside there's rooms for storing sheep, fattening livestock, raised adult women & young girl's beds, a pantry,
& kitchen. This style is used in several countries throughout Africa, although I don't know how common they are at this point. Next thing to study...

Hawaiian-Style Baby Quilt

2008-05-25T18:47:00.000-07:00

A "quick" project, all machine sewn. Hawaiian quilts are crazy-amazing & I love the graphic look of a single bold color on muslin. They're definitely not easy, though- it's all reverse applique, which means, well I don't remember. Because this lovely pillow, started on my honeymoon, has been sitting around for years.

This quilt was inspired by my angelic godson Kaleo, & it features the pineapple-butterfly logo of the Kapalua Hotel on Maui. His parents married on the beach at Kapalua Bay & a giant sea turtle peeked up from the waters to bless them. So baby sea turtles make up the centerpiece for this very Aloha-sweet boy.
I grabbed this simple pattern book (simple to read, that is)

And then I altered the monstera leaf pattern to make the adorable baby turtles. I made four & pieced them in the center. Note the wonderful webs in the center- key for a Hawaiian-style quilt.

Then I just sewed the whole thing together with a sergerish stitch compliments of my Husqvarna Computer 350. My boy's did all the "pedalwork," making it quite homey-looking & justifying the lack of handstitching. The background is a very dreamy Japanese-Looking flannel from Stone Mountain & Daughter, my favorite fabric shop in Berkeley, CA. It's very funky. The green is a tight acid yellow & lime woven linen, very raw. I'm crazy for the color. Also from Stone Mountain. With 3 young kids, I pick my priorities. The purity here comes in 100% natural fibers & batting.

1st Right of Passage

2008-05-23T23:27:00.001-07:00

If you're able to nurse & do, you're a lucky saint. Not everyone can. For those able...it really takes something to give yourself over in that way over time & space, to let yourself fall that in love & to be that connected. If you tandem nurse, then you may be an isolated saint, with virtually no agreement from the masses to support you in your mission. If you can, do it anyway. In our case, it was just breaking our 2 year-old's heart to have to negotiate his new role as "former baby," & weaning was the most secure gift we could give him. That said...

Remind me next time that weaning is just as magical & respectful for the little ones & myself when I'm clear. Like, when I chose & I'm standing there. A part of me never totally abandoned the idea that I'd nurse my kids 'till they were 5. As it turns out, we go about 2 1/2 years in our family. That's about when it becomes too much & I can't count on myself to be consistently loving & tender. That's about when I can count on spontaneous burst of agitation & then loads of guilt about it. Kinda defeats the purpose, yeah? So if you should find yourself needing to wean, let me share with you what we've done successfully, twice now.

First off, I was on-again, off-again, confusing for all of us. Then I was, "Here's the deal," setting strange boundaries like, "only in the morning & at night," "only when you're hurt," or, "only when it's nap-time (& you're melting during a playdate)." I don't recommend any of this nonsense.

The So Sweetest Weaning Party for The So Sweetest Boy

1. We picked a date a week out, when we knew both Bear Pants & I could be emotionally & spiritually present.

2. Picked out a set of beautiful dishes, just like his older brother got, but different. We picked real porcelain to show respect for his capacities & big-boyness. Washed them.

3. Got a "sup-sup bottle," a non-leaching stainless steel bottle fitted with his favorite sippy-cup top (We like Sigg & Klean Kanteen). "Sup-Sup" is Pilipino for nursing. This was for the nights, should he get thirsty.

4. Began telling "the Rainbow Bridge" during the nights & talking about it during the day. This set up a magical, if linear, timeline for him to notice his journey from spirit to birth, & beyond.

5. Got a red cardboard suitcase in which to present all this very important stuff.

6. "Where do you want your very last sup-sup?" Because he had no intention of ever stopping, he easily answered. "Bath."

7. Ordered his favorite Thai food from an amazing place in town that serves unusual regional dishes. Got Jungle Curry w/ just veggies, 3-Flavour Fish, Steamed Snapper. And Organic Soy Decadence Ice Cream.

8. Sat at the table - candlelit, of course- & placed his suitcase in his spot.

9. "Oh wow!" We hurriedly reminded him of the Rainbow Bridge story as he ripped right into his gifts: How he was born & floated to the top of the water, how we said, "Welcome, we're so happy to see you," & he nursed. Continued with how he turned 1 & was a big baby who walked, then 2 & he could feed himself completely & now he's a big boy & ready to stop nursing & use his own special dishes & get our love in a different way.

10. He ate a full meal on his new dishes, filled his water bottle himself & went up to his bath for his last sup-sup. Sigh. Sigh.

This really Was dreamy & easy. But also full of humanity. There was firmly asking our 6 year-old to stop trying to make him understand, Really, " You know this means you're DONE. You're never gonna nurse Again. You sure you don't want to One Last Time???" There was a couple of wake-ups, some tears, some scrapes, some runny-noses that had me wanting to take it all back. There was wearing a high-necked pajama for a bit & sleeping on my tummy as deterents. And...he's so happy now. He sleeps great, he knows that part is over. He asks me if he can nurse & I say, "No, have a heart-to-heart tackle." He asks me if I'll carry him all the way around the block. "Of course. When someone comes to help with your brothers...But let me give you all my love Right Here."

weaning

2008-05-23T23:01:00.001-07:00