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I have been off this space for quite a while, between having the third babe and learning how to be a mom of three, it’s been a handful around here. While I have plenty to save, I don’t always have the time to get back here, even though I enjoy it so very much.

Today I came across a Facebook post that really struck a chord with me. It was a mom nursing her baby in a restaurant, and sharing how she was staring down a lady who was shaking her head and shaming this mother.

I am a nursing mother. I have nursed my three babies as long as they wished ( and one did not wish to and I pumped for him). I have nursed in public and in private, in cars, while wearing them while holding them. I’ve even nursed in a moving car while traveling ( don’t try that!). I love to nurse my babies and I understand the need and desire. However there is a thing called respect. Respect for our fellow humans, respect for our elders, respect for our society who we need to live with.

That includes breastfeeding in public. There are ways to nurse a baby uncovered discreetly. Having a breast completely uncovered and bare is not necessary. Yes, it is your right to nurse in public – however, it is not your right to make people ( many who have been on this earth longer than you and managed to nurse and care for their infants) feel uncomfortable during their outing to enforce your right. They have every right to feel slighted and offended – much more so then the nursing mother does. If one person can ruin an outing for an entire restaurant who is in the wrong?
So, instead of forcing people to ” normalize” breastfeeding maybe we could force people into showing manners and respect toward others? I don’t care to see someone pop their dentures out, floss, or relieve themselves in public. It’s not socially acceptable for someone to pass gas loudly and proudly, so can we please at least make an effort for having some sort of decency for nursing?
After all, if we teach our children to be constantly confrontational and demanding to enforce every single right are we any better than the people who stare and shame breastfeeding? If manners are taught at home, shouldn’t they be enforced in public?

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Casting on and cutting in…

September 16, 2014


I’ve been a busy bee the last few weeks with projects and furniture moving, room rearranging and some dreaming. With a dear friend’s request for new baby bibs, I began to bust out my sewing supplies to revamp my Etsy store. And while it’s still a work in progress, I’m getting there with new items cued up and on my ironing board to finish up.

Oh, but it’s not just been sewing! Its been knitting and casting on for some baby items for this little guy who is on his way. Very quickly might I add!
So, without much further ado, a quick photo album of my recent WIPs!

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Hard days

July 17, 2014


As a stay at home mom of two with another one the way, sometimes my patience is spread terribly thin. There are days like yesterday: my head is throbbing, my belly aching and both boys very tired and emotional when things end up less than ideal.

It was late afternoon and I attempted a trip to the library for a juggling show. The bigger child enjoyed it greatly, but the two year old was ready for a nap and began rolling, kicking and acting up. We lasted 30 minutes before I was done wrangling and my patience ran out. So home we went, ready for naps. I asked everyone to nap just so I could sleep, being five months pregnant with a tummy ache made for a very tired mommy. And so, we tried, and my four year old have it a good shot. But as I fell asleep he came in asking to read stories and I lost it. Much like a toddler who loses it completely, I started crying and being mean. Why would you want a story right now when Mom is exhausted? How could you ask?

And as expected, he went to his room, shunned by his mom, and cried. And my heart sunk and I felt like the worst mother ever.

I called him to me and apologized, grabbed books and we cuddled and did stories.

But the pain of my reaction stuck with me all afternoon and my guilt grew. I felt terrible and as I unloaded on my Husband that evening, he helped me realize that the kids were fine, the moment passed and everything would be well tomorrow.
All of us have bad days, moments when we lose it and just cannot be selfless anymore. I feel as society expects us to be super humans, super mothers who dress fabulously, bake, craft, create and have beautiful, well behaved children who are prefect stimulated and socialized. This is just not humanly possible. And, as moms we deserve a bit if grace to forgive ourselves for being human. Because being mom, whether stay at home, working, single, gay, straight or married is a ROUGH job. It is hours of endless selflessness, love and patience that sometimes just takes a toll on our minds and hearts. And everyone makes mistakes, even when that means momentarily hurting your kids’ feelings in a weak instance.

Oh boy!

June 17, 2014


There is a slight obsession with canning as this time of year comes around. Especially this year as I get to share it with my eldest boy – at almost 5 he’s sharing the excitement of flats of fruit. And do, I start researching recipes for the best stone fruit recipe.

Much like throwing a penny in a wishing well, canning feels like a promise in tomorrow. Tomorrow I know there will be delicious tastes of summer when the wind is howling and the rain pouring. I know I will have small samples of spring and sun, and the memory of having made these with my boys.
And so, I start with my first batch of the year …

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My easy eater has suddenly turned the dreaded picky. Yes, picky. Which makes dinner time not only a pain, but a chore with creating something the little guy will eat. Fortunately, big brother will still eat most things even if he is very specific on what those things are. ” no butter mommy. I don’t like mayo mommy” ( who on earth doesn’t like mayo??!!)
In a pinch, I threw together this quick and simple pasta dish as a quick, before baseball dinner. Mommy win! Nutritious, delicious and pleased everyone in one simple pan.

Sausage Bow tie pasta

2 bratwurst or Italian sausage links sliced into coins
1/2 green pepper, sliced
1/2 bunch asparagus, sliced on diagonal
1 clove minced garlic
Handful of crimini mushrooms, sliced
Half lb of bow tie pasta
Parmesan cheese
Dried oregano
Crushed red chili flakes (on side )

Cook pasta as directed on package, drain but save some cooking liquid for sauce
In olive oil, sautée mushrooms and sausage till almost cooked through. Add peppers, thick part of asparagus and garlic and sautée till tender. Add in pasta, asparagus tips and just enough of the cooking water to give the sauce a little body. Season to taste, add in some Parmesan and serve up with red chili flakes for the adults.
Yum!

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Boy love

February 2, 2014


Boy love – a bizarre way of expressing feelings by small male creatures that often includes physical pain, small rocks and bugs.

Around here, love is shown in many different ways than I was used to as a young girl. Often, I’m showered with tokens of love, small items of unspeakable confusion to a lady that explain how often we are thought of, like this morning when a broken sparkly rhinestone button was lovingly placed on my nightstand with, ” here mommy, I know how you like sparkly things.” This, my friends, is boy love.

Boy love is insane and makes absolutely no sense to a girl love mind, and the physicality is really interesting. Often, my mornings are riddled with tackles, head butts, hugs, butt smacks, and tumblings over my still waking self. The boys love to crawl all over me, often using me as a spring board. Does Daddy get any of this treatment? Yes he does, a rough and tumble love of sorts that leaves the receiver a bit shell shocked and wondering why s/he was the receiver of such craziness. This love is intense, comes in hurricane like intensity and leaves as quickly as a bird taking flight.

Boy love is why when asked why asked what he would like to do for classmates for Valentine’s day, my boy brought out all small car and offered them up as tokens of love.

Yes, boy love is a rough and strange phenomenon, yet I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even for all the bruises.

Home days

January 30, 2014


January has been a month on the go. Between errands, swim lessons, preschool and work, I feel like we’ve barely been able to be home lately, much less play. Unfortunately a small sniffle and cough caused us to cozy up and hang out with these walls we love so much.
And so there has been much:
~ Bread baking using a modified version of this recipe. I modified it by adding cooked oatmeal and boy, oh boy a it soft and lovely. Even my wheat bread protester loves it.
~knitting and more knitting by mama who really wishes to finish Daddy’s Christmas socks!
~ sprout making and watching by the boys
~ juicing to boost immunity ( green machine this morning, orange carrot yesterday!)
~ too much tv and lounging around
~ lots of art and painting, lots of coloring and bead sorting while brothers sleep
~ tons of Decemberists and Jack Johnson streaming with Sparkle Stories in between
~ moon sand making using a new recipe, painting with car and just general boy craziness.

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