September 2008

happy sigh

A Vagabond Song
There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood —
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and crimson keeping time.

The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.

There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.
—- Bliss Carman

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A poem

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Kaleidoscope

The Autumn leaves flutter

like prayers in a Tibetan wheel

and I am a monk, sitting among them in a carmine robe

tracing your thoughts with my fingers.

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Happy Birthday, Maya!

making frosting

blowing out candles

opening gifts

skating

pinata!

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more parenting stuff

I seem to be dialoguing with a lot of people recently about my “alternative” parenting choices. This week it was the common practice of teaching a child to sleep through the night by not going to them when they cry– or the “cry it out” method. So. For posterity, here’s my two cents.

We’re clearly coming at this from two different directions, so you can take this for what it’s worth. It was never a goal of mine to have my infants sleep through the night. I figure that crying is the only method of communication that they have and that if they’re crying (even if they’re not “supposed” to be hungry) that they need me for something. I believe that our instincts are God given, and that they’re generally a pretty good guide. I know that it is hard for you to go against your instincts, so I want to be one voice telling you it is okay to listen to them.

I believe that a baby’s cries should always be honored. I decided when my oldest was months old that I’d rather have memories of parenting her back to sleep (which are precious) than the emotional turmoil (for both of us) that it would take to teach her that I will not respond to her cries when it is dark. She is 5 now, and she goes to bed and falls asleep by herself.

I have found that society’s timetable for when my child *should* be able to do something doesn’t fit each individual child. All neurotypical children will learn to fall asleep on their own, just like they will learn to use the toilet, walk, talk, wean, and be without parents for church services or overnight. Sometimes you can force the issue, but generally it causes emotional distress for parent and child, and in my experience it isn’t worth it to speed something up that would happen naturally on its own if given enough time. You’re not dealing with a *problem.* A 5 month old not sleeping through the night is the epitome of typical.

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So. I am still here. Are you?
So is Poppy. She is approaching lemon-sized now. We have decided not to find out his or her gender before the birth. (The venue of said birth is yet to be determined– it’ll either be the local free standing birth center or here at home with a really cool midwife…we shall see.) He’s still making me sick. I have had some better days though– I’ve been cooking again some, which I enjoy, but which requires a lot of energy. My family has been patient.

We have started homeschooling– after a fashion. I bought Sonlight PreK curriculum, and it’s pretty good, but I apparently underestimated my daughter. We skip several days in a row, and then make them all up in one morning. I intend to double up and finish this by Christmas, and start Ambleside, which is a free Charlotte Mason curriculum that I found online. ( www.amblesideonline.com ) Good stuff.

My brain is still more or less fried. I hope to be back soonish– we’ll see what the second trimester brings.

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