Perennials & a Giveaway

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One of my dearest friends released an album this week with her brothers. I haven’t seen her in a couple of years and my heart yearned to be near her, hear her voice and give her a hug. Friday morning I woke up, put on my big girl panties, packed the car, got the oil changed and took my 3 kiddlets to Eagle to see them perform. Of course it took me longer to leave than I hoped. We ended up spending about 5.5 hours in the car between errands and driving and got to Eagle about 15 minutes before curtain. T was so disappointed when he found out that he would have to sit through a concert right after the car ride rather than run around with a grundle of other kids. The concert was amazing and the kids were troopers.

The next morning T threw up, J got a goose-egg on the tramp, & O got a bloody nose as we were loading up. I wish I’d been able to spend more time with Nicole and her family, but what do you do when your kid throws up? I am so grateful to her and all of her family for taking us in like part of the family. They are good people.

Nicole is amazing. I call her my first hippie friend. She is full of love and kindness and creation and culture. I met her when I lived my life mostly in a bubble and she helped my bubble explode like beautiful fireworks. Spending a few hours with her filled my bucket. Listening to her sing is like having her with me. She has a real gift with words and writes the most amazing lyrics that speak to my soul.

Perennials, a song from their new album Weeds in the Wall really got me thinking. And I feel alive. It just embodies my beliefs so well. Perennials are a gift that keeps giving, a symbol of inner strength that we all have. We go through dark seasons, weak seasons, seasons that try us and make us wonder if we will make it through. Sometimes it doesn’t look like we will, there is no green left, sometimes nothing above ground. But deep inside, there is life and when the sun comes out and the snow starts to melt, we feel that quickening inside and our roots tingle and we reach up. I believe in the everlasting gift of spring. Hope for a brighter tomorrow.

I believe in perennials.
I believe in seasons.
In birth
and growth
and death
and doing it all over again.
I believe in the spring.

I’m giving away one copy of Sister & Brothers new album Weeds in the Wall. To enter, just comment with what makes you feel alive. Giveaway closes on Sunday 16 June at midnight.

Congrats Heather! You are the lucky winner!

Barefoot Books Co-op

Recently I have fallen in love with Barefoot Books. Barefoot Books sells children’s books, games & toys. They are all so lovely, filled with gorgeous illustrations, valuable messages, culture and fun. I am hosting a co-op to share more of them and save us some money. You can get a taste of the stories with their 130+ amazing free podcast episodes. I also have a big pile at my house if anyone wants to rifle through them.

So here are the details:

25% off anything available on the Barefoot Books website. This includes clearance and sale priced items. Right now there is a sale on all sing-a-long books with a CD, buy 2 get 1 free (when you combine that with 25% off it’s like getting all 3 for 50% off.) Any order over $100 retail will include a free gift.

I will ship to anyone who doesn’t want to come pick their goodies up from me. After I get everything and box it up, I will invoice you for actual shipping.

You can fill out this form to order. You will need your name, email address, zip code, book (item) title, price, and the format if applicable (many books are offered in multiple formats).

I need all orders by Wednesday the 1st of May at midnight and payments via PayPal by the 3rd. I will send you and email with your total on the 2nd & you can gift me the funds with friends/family, or if you would prefer a PayPal invoice, I could do that, but will add PayPal fees.

Any questions? I am so excited to share these lovely books with you!

Seasons

Last night as we were driving around doing errands, my children started talking about seasons. It was snowing and they got a kick out of snow in spring. Then T described all the seasons to the others and my heart was full. This is what he said:

Spring is for planting.
Summer is for growing.
Fall is for harvesting.
Winter is for eating.

I must have done something right.

A New Perspective

If you choose to comment, please be kind. This is a tender topic for me.

About two weeks ago, I was reading a story to my children. I came across a new word that was unfamiliar to me. I think it was a name, but I honestly don’t remember. It came up several times in the story. I struggled with the word every time and despite my efforts, I don’t think I pronounced it the same twice. A switch flipped in my brain as I battled with that word. I realized that I don’t know how to sound words out. I understand the idea. I understand how it should work.but the application completely baffles me. I have memorized words and parts of words. If I see a new combination of letters, my brain shorts out. It doesn’t know how to interpret the information. While, I’ve struggled with reading my whole life, I never before thought about it in such a clear way.

Lately I’ve also been working on reading skills with J. This has been a whole new experience for me. After talking about the sounds that every letter makes, T taught himself to read at about 5. J has been reading me her set of Hooked on Phonics books. We’ve talked about all the letters and the sounds they make for a long time. Sometimes she acts like she’s got down only to not recognize a letter or its sound in the next word. I don’t know exactly what I saw in her, but there was something about her floundering that was uncomfortably familiar to me. I recognized it and related to her struggle.

These two experiences drove me to find some answers. My heart aches to think about her struggling and feeling broken like I did. I can’t stomach the idea without doing everything I can to find the tools & skills to help her. Especially now when she is so full of enthusiasm to read and uncover all the mysteries of the written language.

After taking four different online assessments, I’m pretty sure I have some type of dyslexia. It’s feels so weird to write. For so long, I believed that dyslexia involved letters that flip, jump, dance or appear in color or mixed up. I also didn’t realize how many aspects of ones life it would affect. Some of the questions blew me out if the water. I kept thinking, “Wow! I had no idea you could put that into words, I just thought it was one of my quirks.”

I’m not sure yet about doing official evaluations for either o us. They just seem so expensive. And while I can justify spending the money if it brings answers, I get chest pains about stomaching the expense only to have more questions. For now, i started listening to “The Gift of Dyslexia.” Eventually, I’m hoping to find a good curriculum or program that I can do together with J. I think we could both benefit. Somehow, I’ve managed to wade my way through life just fine. Heck, I even earned a bachelor’s degree. Not too bad. But I’m ready for more. I’m ready to be more. For my children.

Rainbows & Hair

I triple heart rainbows. I pretty much always have. They are full of joy and hope and beautiful colors and they just make me happy. I love this hair. Seriously, isn’t it just so cute?

I love it so much that I am seriously considering dying my hair. I haven’t dyed my hair in 10 years, maybe more. I have a couple of reservations though.

1) My hair is almost always straight. I haven’t used a curling iron in years. I don’t know how many years mind you, but I can’t remember using one since T was born, 8 years ago. So I’m pretty sure it’s been at least that long.

2) I’m not sure how it will look as it fades.

3) I need to find someone who is confident they can do the job.

So world, what do you think? Could I pull it off? Should I try?

Proud Mama

A while ago, I’m guessing 9 months back, we started paying our kids an allowance once a week if they have done their “pay chores”. T gets $2 for taking out the garbage and emptying the dish washer; both jobs I despise so I feel completely at peace paying someone else to do them. J gets $1 a week for sweeping the kitchen every day. Often I forget to pay out on Monday, so when I do remember they get paid for multiple weeks. This coupled with me not taking them shopping very often, makes saving up fairly easy for my little ones. T often has $10-20. Then we go to the store and he buys something that looks exciting in the moment, like a huge jar of cheese puffs at SAM’s Club to share. Usually it isn’t anything he’s been wishing for and planning on. That is until now.

The end of last year, T got a Lego catalog in the mail. He poured over it for days and then came to me to tell me he picked out a set he really wanted. It was a Hobbit spider set, the scene where Bilbo takes on the enormous spiders and saves his companions. The Lego book listed it at $29.99. We sat down at the computer to look at Amazon. It was less, I think $28.99 at the time. He had $20ish and decided he wanted to save up. Boy howdy, am I proud of him. He took a slight detour to buy some paperclips but other than that he stayed focused. He came to me a couple of times with some idea he’s churned up for something smaller he could buy right now. Every time I looked at him and asked if he wanted to save up for his Legos or buy the something new, he looked at me, pondered, and decided he really wanted the Legos.

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Last week the price dropped a little more & he was 10 cents short of the $26.44. I fought back the urge to give him a dime and instead asked him what he wanted to do. If he’d asked me for the money, I would happily have handed it over. After a few minutes he looked at Chad who told him to go look around the house, in the sofa and on the dryer. T said it didn’t matter if he found any money because I wouldn’t let him keep it. (The general rule at our house is if you find money laying around he house, it’s Mom’s. We’ve had a lot of mysterious money discoveries that looked an awful lot like swiping.) Chad assured T that he could keep what he found. I nodded. T came up a few minutes later with a fistful of coins. I ordered the Legos and they came on Friday, 1 day earlier than expected. T spent the day setting them up and is so tickled with his first big purchase. I feel like a super hero mom. He’s saved up for something important to him and learned about making sacrifices for what you want. And I did t cave even when he was close.

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Finding the Artist Within

Tonight my in-laws took C & I out on a double date to a fancy restaurant and a show at the Colonial. Matt Andersen an amazing blues songwriter from Canada. He put on a great show and it was so lovely to sit next to my sugar daddy and watch someone doing something with so much passion. I don’t think of myself as appreciating the blues all that much but boy-howdy did Matt put on a good show. Music is so much richer live.

I used to be such a creative person seeing art in everything. Over the past few years, I’ve let that part of myself slip through the cracks. At first I didn’t notice, but some time in last few months, I dropped the blindfold. I’m ready to take the wheel back and steer. I have declared 2013 as a year of projects, completed projects. So far, I’ve finished a quilt and an afghan. The quilt is the first quilt I ever pieced and quilted. I started it for O in November 2011. Now he has a special blanket to sleep with that is big enough to wrap in generously. Can you tell how much he loves it? I made it only using flannel from my stash and quilted about a 1/4 inch inside the seams. I feel pretty much like a super hero.

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I finally finished O’s baby afghan that I started at least 4 years ago. He will be 4 in April. I made an afghan for each of my kids using the same granny square pattern just tweaked a little. T’s is blue and brown, J’s is pinks, O’s is reds and browns. They all have different borders and the squares are joined just a little differently, but they have a congruity all the same.

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Right now I’m working on a heart shaped rug out of macramé yarn that I inherited once upon a time. I don’t do much as far as holiday decorating goes, but man oh man I love Valentine’s Day and I loved the idea of having a special rug by my sink during February. Let’s face it, it will probably stay out more often than not. Changing decorations and storing them is just so much work and I don’t have much tolerance in my small space for storing decorations. It’s turning out super cute. I’m planning to take it to the annual Pink & Red party that Jennifer & I throw every V Day as an homage to our friendship and the colors we love.

I have piles upon piles of other projects to finish including kitchen chairs that we started in Aug 2011 when I purged the chairs we’d inherited from C’s folks. I hated them and we haven’t had adequate seating since. The new chairs will stack and be beautiful. They are all cut out just waiting for screws and sealing.

This year I am also taking a stance and hanging things on our walls. We’ve been in our shoebox of a townhouse for 5 plus years now, oh my, almost 6. It’s about time to act like this is our home rather than a dorm room. As soon as I decide on a color for the frame, I’m planning to build a huge inspiration cork board to pin up all the little lovelies that speak to me. I’m going to hang it in my bedroom. Here are a few things on my wish list for other walls.

Emily Rooney Designs. Man! I love the Avett Brothers hard core.

Kelly Place

The Little Illustrator

“Nobody Likes Me”

After hearing oodles on nobody-likes-mes, I introduced my kids to this song today. The moaning and groaning quickly ceased as they looked at me like I am the weirdest mom ever. I’ll take that look over whining any day.

Jessica & the Cool Club

All my life I have wished and hoped and prayed for good friends. I have them now, oodles of them. My dear friend Jessica discovered a hole in her heart 7 weeks ago and had surgery to repair it a couple of weeks later. My dear friend Tracy and I broke into her blog to allow people to help. The response was incredible and the auction is finally up. The most glorious things were donated. Go check it out!

Rotten Tomatoes

Oh boy, did I have big intentions last spring for my garden and all the things I’d do with it. Don’t get me wrong, I had the most amazing garden I’ve ever had, but I sure petered out by fall. We had a hard frost in October, which is pretty late for us. The next Saturday, I rushed off to the farmer’s market to scoop up any tomatoes they had left so that I could put them up. I was so excited to put up oodles of tomatoes with onions and garlic and oodles of green tomato salsa, as I was out of both. I ended up with a couple of boxes that I paid fair price for and another few flats of heirloom & artsy varieties that I paid through the nose for. I justified it by telling myself about all the joy the lovely colored tomatoes would bring me as I gazed at them in their quart jars this winter. I also bought 10 lbs of onions, grocery bag full of chilies, oodles of garlic and a couple bottles of lemon juice. At home, I already had 3 boxes of green tomatoes and 1 of red from my garden (okay, 1 box of green came from a friend’s garden).

The problem I forgot to account for: the crippling depression that has taken hold of my body the last few months. Every morning I’d come downstair and smell the ripening tomatoes and only feel guilt for not processing them, for spending money on them and for not giving them to someone who who wouldn’t waste them. I did make a big bowl of fresh salsa a couple of times, but that’s all I could bring myself to do. I moved the canners around my kitchen/living room and would throw out a few fuzzy liquidy tomatoes every once in awhile while kicking myself for not letting them go to someone who had energy to use them. I HATE wasting, especially food wasting. It just seems so ungrateful.

The morning after Make It For Maggie, I woke up to a huge puddle of rotten tomato juice on my carpet. It had seeped out the corner of one of the boxes. I cried a little as I bagged up the tomato goo and toted it off to the dumpster. I took about half of them, leaving the three boxes that still had green tomatoes. Well, big surprise, I didn’t do anything with them either.

Last night I had a little funeral service for them in my head as I hauled the rest to the dumpster fighting back the urge to “pick out the good one’s”. Boy am I glad I didn’t start digging. Two of the totes were half liquid and sloshed as I dumped them. So so gross! Who was I kidding?! Anyway, as I dumped the tomatoes out I vowed to forgive myself and do my best to stay away from messy projects for awhile. I am not going to beat myself up for having big dreams. It’s part of who I am. I’m just going to make sure those big plans aren’t going to rot if it takes me a few months or years to get them finished. At least for awhile. After I dumped out the icky yicky, I loaded up my water bath canners and toted them off to my folks house, where they live. Usually, I can with my parents. My dad has some serious assembly line systems and we have at least 2 canners processing at once, usually four. Then I treated my family to Taco Time, a guilty pleasure of mine. I even indulged in a Dr. Pepper to drown my sorrows.

After we came home I popped in Dr. Seuss’ The Lorax while I swept and mopped my kitchen floor. Then transfered some of my dried goods into the half gallon jars I begged from my grandmother. I was using some super ugly plastic containers from the dollar store that I’m sure are giving someone somewhere cancer. Then I sat down on the couch with my children pulled out a puzzle and delighted in my clean kitchen floor, vacuumed hall & my living room free of mental clutter as we watched the last 15 minutes.

Here’s my shelf sporting some of grandma’s jars rather than rotten tomatoes. Lately I’ve been throwing out a lot of rotten tomatoes. I’m hoping to replace them with flax and dry beans rather than more guilt laden tomatoes bound to rot.

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