Friday, April 30, 2010

bottle of wine and chicken eggs

Yep, apparently I DO have time. This is exactly what happens when there's nothing on TV, husband's out of town and a bottle of wine gets in the mix. Yeah, I know.

I was inspired by these. See, I'm not the only one.

where has the time gone?

If you find it, let me know. Please.

I'm slowly catching up with the fast pace that life has taken recently. I've got all this work all of a sudden with my Landscape Design gig, playgroups, Emerson parenting classes, swim & soccer lessons for Jake at the YMCA, Jon's been working non-stop, and Chloe's starting preschool next week. WHAT THE? I know. It's the nuthouse. So much for slow living.

Anyway, I've been rather uninspired to write on this here blog recently mainly because I'm just so damn busy. So, I'm going to post someone else's essay on here which is definitely worth the read.

By Anna Quindlen, Newsweek Columnist and Author:

All my babies are gone now. I say this not in sorrow
but in disbelief. I take great satisfaction in what I
have today: three almost-adults, two taller than I am,
one closing in fast. Three people who read the same
books I do and have learned not to be afraid of
disagreeing with me in their opinion of them, who
sometimes tell vulgar jokes that make me laugh until I
choke and cry, who need razor blades and shower gel
and privacy, who want to keep their doors closed more
than I like. Who, miraculously, go to the bathroom,
zip up their jackets and move food from plate to mouth
all by themselves. Like the trick soap I bought for
the bathroom with a rubber ducky at its center, the
baby is buried deep within each, barely discernible
except through the unreliable haze of the past.

Everything in all the books I once poured over is
finished for me now. Penelope Leach., T. Berry
Brazelton., Dr. Spock. The ones on sibling rivalry and
sleeping through the night and early-childhood
education, have all grown obsolete. Along with
Goodnight Moon and Where the Wild Things Are, they are
battered, spotted, well used. But I suspect that if
you flipped the pages dust would rise like memories.
What those books taught me, finally, and what the
women on the playground taught me, and the
well-meaning relations --what they taught me, was that
they couldn't really teach me very much at all.

Raising children is presented at first as a true-false
test, then becomes multiple choice, until finally, far
along, you realize that it is an endless essay. No one
knows anything. One child responds well to positive
reinforcement, another can be managed only with a
stern voice and a timeout. One child is toilet trained
at 3, his sibling at 2.

When my first child was born, parents were told to put
baby to bed on his belly so that he would not choke on
his own spit-up. By the time my last arrived, babies
were put down on their backs because of research on
sudden infant death syndrome. To a new parent this
ever-shifting certainty is terrifying, and then
soothing. Eventually you must learn to trust yourself.
Eventually the research will follow. I remember 15
years ago poring over one of Dr. Brazelton's wonderful
books on child development, in which he describes
three different sorts of infants: average, quiet, and
active. I was looking for a sub-quiet codicil for an
18-month old who did not walk. Was there some thing
wrong with his fat little legs? Was there something
wrong with his tiny little mind? Was he
developmentally delayed, physically challenged? Was I
insane? Last year he went to China . Next year he goes
to college. He can talk just fine. He can walk, too.

Every part of raising children is humbling, too.
Believe me, mistakes were made. They have all been
enshrined in the, 'Remember-When- Mom-Did Hall of
Fame.' The outbursts, the temper tantrums, the bad
language, mine, not theirs. The times the baby fell
off the bed. The times I arrived late for preschool
pickup. The nightmare sleepover. The horrible summer
camp. The day when the youngest came barreling out of
the classroom with a 98 on her geography test, and I
responded, 'What did you get wrong?'. (She insisted I
include that.) The time I ordered food at the
McDonald's drive-through speaker and then drove away
without picking it up from the window. (They all
insisted I include that.) I did not allow them to
watch the Simpsons for the first two seasons. What was
I thinking?

But the biggest mistake I made is the one that most of
us make while doing this. I did not live in the moment
enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment
is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one
picture of the three of them, sitting in the grass on
a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer
day, ages 6, 4 and 1. And I wish I could remember what
we ate, and what we talked about, and how they
sounded, and how they looked when they slept that
night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on
to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I
had treasured the doing a little more and the getting
it done a little less.

Even today I'm not sure what worked and what didn't,
what was me and what was simply life. When they were
very small, I suppose I thought someday they would
become who they were because of what I'd done. Now I
suspect they simply grew into their true selves
because they demanded in a thousand ways that I back
off and let them be. The books said to be relaxed and
I was often tense, matter-of-fact and I was sometimes
over the top. And look how it all turned out. I wound
up with the three people I like best in the world, who
have done more than anyone to excavate my essential
humanity. That's what the books never told me. I was
bound and determined to learn from the experts. It
just took me a while to figure out who the experts

Got Bok Choy?

We do!

... and boy is Jonathan excited. His face was intensionally cut out of the above photo because the look of excitement on his face is just too much to handle. Really, too much.

Jake, Adelaide, Clara & Chloe

We visited Tanaka Farms where our weekly produce CSA box comes from and got to pick veggies and strawberries. Great time and berry stained cheeks and shirts had by all. Even Jonathan.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Living Without Chemicals

We're getting better.... most of us. We've become more aware that we are essentially a product of our environment. Movies like Erin Brokovich raised some awareness about the effects that the invisible bi-products of industry in our neighborhoods can cause on our health. Erin & the students of Beverly Hills High School, where I once attended, were actually involved in a class action suite against the school for allowing Venoco Oil Co. to drill on their campus, causing benzene emissions which is a know cancer carcinogen. There are alarmingly high rates of thyroid and other cancers among alumni, but the case was dismissed by a judge mainly because it was hard to tell if the cancers in former students were actually caused by the oil drilling or if by other factors like smoking, foods, housing etc.

But, it's not just from industry, we can now buy products at the local super market that can cause your skin to peel off and make you blind. Awesome! Let me clean my shower with it! It goes without saying that a lot of people are unaware that what they think is a healthy practice like mopping the floor with some pine smelling cleaner, is actually spreading a nice layer of petro chemicals for them and their kids to get comfortable on. These chemicals leach out of our paint, soaps, shampoos, floor cleaners, air fresheners and foods and cause cancer and other disorders.

Luckily, like Grandma once did, we can opt to use simple homemade household cleaners. We can paint our walls with low or no VOC paint. We can choose natural materials for our clothing, linens & toys instead of plastics and synthetics. We have a choice. We need to realize that the chemicals in food, water and our household products have real consequences. A recent piece in the New York Times delved into the effects of these chemicals on our health. Each decision we make and use in our household has an effect on our well being, and the earth's too.

Here are a few simple tips for avoiding toxins in your home:
  • Buy or grow organic food
  • avoid processed food
  • filter your water
  • choose to buy non-toxic household cleaners or make your own - water, vinegar, baking soda, lemon juice and essential oils are pretty much all you need
  • choose non-toxic personal product - shampoo, makeup, toothpaste and so on...
It's not easy, I know. I also know you've heard this all before and I'm just regurgitating the same bla bla bla about evil chemicals, BUT I want you and your kin to stay healthy. Thanks for reading.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

The Birthday Party (sneak peek)

arial view of the party from the top of the fire truck ladder.
It's just not a party without the fire department showing up... More later.
Check out the rest of the photos on flickr

Happy 4th Birthday Chudley!

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Ah, April the 1st

Green eggs and ham (and toast), Sam I am.... topped off with frozen milk. Breakfast of champions.

Spring, spiders and such.....


Yiyiyiyiyiiiiii! Blech.

Sorry, it's taken me about a week to write about this because I frankly just didn't know what to say and I'm frightened to look at the photos...
We headed to Kidpace museum with Adelaide and fam for our annual caterpillar adoption visit and I swear I love that place almost more than bacon. I wish it was around when I was little.

... and yes, we got our caterpillars, Cookie, Joey & Lubo. They're fab and still caterpillars! I promise to try not to drop and kill one this year. Unfortunately, I'm still a klutz so that's why we got three.