New growth!

I was just telling someone at work today about how I thought I killed my cucumber plant only to come home and find a new cucumber growing! I have no idea where this new cucumber came from. I just recently checked on the plant and declared it dead. Amazing! I'm not a true gardener since I don't like all the work involved with weeding and clearing a special area and placing so many seeds so many inches apart and so many inches deep. Not my style. I just usually dig a hole in the middle of the grass in the backyard somewhere and lovingly sprinkle in a few seeds and water the general area every now and then. Something ALWAYS grows! Gotta LOVE nature!

I think it is extremely important for my children to participate in this process and William actually eats the food we grow! We don't put up any fences to keep the animals away and are more than happy to share our veggies with the neighborhood critters. There might be a new bunny making a home in this year's tomato plant. I deleted the posts about last year's bunny so I'll snap some photos of this little one if he decides to make a home in our yard like the other rabbit did.

Something about this whole line of thought reminds me of the Packets of Light poem by StoryPeople. "These are little packets of light and you need to plant them early in the year and remember to mark where they were because lots of times they look like weeds in the beginning and it's not until later that you see how beautiful they really are." - Brian Andreas

Yoga Posts

My boy knows yoga! Who knew?! I love that! We were talking at bedtime and he started telling me about these yoga "posts" that he learned at Rec Plus. He taught them to me and asked me if yoga was around when I was I kid. We were doing yoga on the bed and then we moved to the floor so we could balance better. It brings me such pleasure to know that my 6 year old is doing yoga when I'm off at work. I can't even tell you how peaceful this makes me. It's just such a nice surprise!

He kept calling them yoga "posts" though. We're not big on correcting speech around here. I find it absolutely adoreable that he doesn't always know the correct words and I've never felt the need to correct him. But now I have a 6 year old who talks like a baby and is in speech therapy. Some of the other kids used to make fun of him and I know kids can get meaner as they get older so I'm not sure what first grade will bring. This sounded more like a listening issue and not a physically can't say the word speech issue so somewhere in the middle of doing the "turtle post" and the "dog post" and the "flamingo post" I whispered to him that the word was not "post - p.o.s.t" but that it was "pose - p.o.s.e". He said "oh" and Jeff added that he should just think "nose...pose". It worked for a bit and then he went back to calling them posts. We left it at that because teaching your mom yoga posts after bedtime is just so much more interesting than saying the word correctly...and learning yoga posts from your child in his pajamas is way more fun than correcting speech.

We tried bike riding without training wheels today. We took turns running behind or along the side of him helping him to balance. It was exhausting! I don't know how kids learn to ride bikes. I'm thinking we're going to need lots and lots and lots of practice. I'm thinking there is going to be blood and tears involved. I might just have to let Jeff handle it.

We got rid of Kira's high chair last week and got her a booster that attaches to our kitchen chair and has a little tray on the front just like a high chair. It sort of transforms as she grows. I never knew these things existed! I love it! She's also fully strapped in now so there is no more standing up and turning around and rocking the back of the highchair. She's stuck tight nice and safe in this thing. Love it!

Jeff and I celebrated our anniversary this weekend. We've been together for almost 14 years and married for 7 of them. I totally think we should get credit for the entire 13+ years. We went to Cafe 28 and then listened to Michael Monroe at Lake Harriet until it started to rain and they had to stop the show. It was a nice night. We may have to make it a tradition.

Today's ramblings

Kira had her 1 year (a month late) physical today. I made two highlighted notecards for Jeff with the info about which immunizations she will/won't be having. I coached him while he was half asleep before I left for work on exactly how to handle any "pushing" by the doctor for certain vaccines.

Apparently we'd made an impression because for the first time ever - there was no pushing. No guilt trip...no encouraging...no prodding...no convincing...no fake smiles while believing we are neglectful parents. They just looked down at a note they'd made in Kira's chart from last time and asked, "What shots will you be having today?" Imagine that?! Leaving it up to the parents. Seriously. You'd think it'd be this easy every time. I'm amazed. I've never experienced that in 6 years of parenting and I missed it today because I had to work. Jeff told them she'd just be having the 2nd Polio shot. No MMR. We'll decide about the flu shot in October.

Jeff asked for mumps alone but was told they don't do that here in America. What the heck kind of insanity is that? Who is this wacko doctor? I'll have to research that. I've had the single rubella vaccine before. My childhood MMR didn't take. I still got the mumps as a kid. I was not immune to rubella so had that vaccine in the hospital after having Will. They didn't document it though which drives me insane. There is no record of it. I was there - age 30. I remember asking for it. I remember her giving it to me. I'm sure if they tested me now - I'd be immune to rubella. But my medical records don't reflect the fact that I've had that vaccine. Regardless, obviously they can immunize people for measles or mumps or rubella as single vaccines as needed. They don't always have to come as a cocktail.

They drew blood by pricking her finger and squeezing little drops of blood over and over and over into a little vile. Jeff had to restrain her. It took forever and she screamed and cried and now has red spots all over her face from the broken capillaries. I nursed her at least 4 times tonight between 5pm and 8pm just so she'd know that the world is safe and everything is fine. I talked to her (telepathically) while she nursed and stared into my eyes, "I'm so proud of you...I'm so proud of you...You did such a good job today" while I caressed her face and skin.

Then I finished this book . I'd seen it at Patina and didn't buy it. Then I saw it again at Target so I finally bought it. It's a great book! A woman's story about her love for her father, her journey with cancer and being in that "middle place" where you are both your parents' child and your child's parent at the same time. Loved it! Except for one sentence on page 205 that hit me like a ton of bricks as being dead wrong. But it is HER story - not mine.

I was reading the last chapter upstairs in my bed. Jeff was out with friends. Kira was in her crib sleeping. Will was on the couch watching Star Wars the clone wars since Jeff wasn't home for Friday Family Fun Night. Then Will comes up the steps...

Will: Mom - you freaked me out - not telling me where you were - you made my heart beat very fast without even moving

(We snuggle for a bit while I hold his heart and help him relax like Jeff does for me sometimes.)

Me: That feeling where your heart beats fast and you're not even moving - that's called when you get nervous

Will: I know - that's what I said

And now he's tucked in his bed asleep too. He asked me to keep the bathroom light on and his door open. I told him I'd be in the livingroom which is just on the other side of his bedroom wall. I told him if we cut a hole through the wall between us - I'd be able to see him. He asked if we could really do that. I said no and we laughed about how funny that would be.

So now it's storming outside and I'm blogging for much too long while I wait for my husband to come home so I can go to sleep in peace without having any twinges of being afraid of the dark. Odd that middle place... Intruders watch out - I will kick your ass if you come near my children - yet - the monsters and ghosts always seem to come out when I'm home alone at night. Maybe I'll do the dishes.

Food

Kira ate bird poop off the sidewalk the other day. BIRD POOP. Jeff says she seemed to enjoy it.

She pulled a rotten banana out of the garbage this morning and started eating it through the blackened peel. I took it away and quickly replaced it with a nice yellow freshly peeled banana. She started eating that one while I cleaned up the mess in the kitchen. Then I heard some swishing water and rushed to the bathroom just in time to find her enjoying her freshly peeled and now toilet water marinated banana. "Yucka! - Give it to Mama."

Will has learned to use our "healthy food FIRST" motto to his advantage.
"Mom. Can I have a sucker?"
"No"
"Can I have an apple and then a sucker?"
"Okay"

Life

I've finished my Breakfast with Buddha book. I loved it and intended to post about it and all the reminders and coincidences that happened while reading it...but I'm not going to.

so instead

I'll share this video that I watched this morning. This is the way to start a wedding! Kira dances to the music and Will thinks it is "good stuff man."

Baseball Tuesday

Some of the parents bring their kids to these baseball games in the park at 7pm on Tuesdays. Some of the dads help out on the field while the moms usually sit and watch. I wanted to bring Will this week since Jeff brought him last week. I gave him his glove, sent him over with the rest of the players and got all settled in on the grass with my blanket and book. I didn't read though since it was more fun to watch Will run after the balls and throw them back. They totally included him in the game. He was so proud of himself!

There were a couple of older kids and three adults. We'd been there for maybe 30 minutes or so when I started to wonder if the pitching machine would be too fast for him. Then the adults had their turn at bat and I realized that if one of those balls hit my kid - it would cause some damage. Finally I caught on that we were at the wrong baseball field and noticed a group of younger kids with baseball bats at the other field. I wondered what these nice people thought of our inserting ourselves (mom w/blanket and camera & 6 year old with rain soaked glove) into their game like that. I enjoyed the humor of it all as I called my kid over and packed up my book and camera and blanket to head over to the right area. This time I asked the parents, "Can we join your game?" Of course their answer was YES!

Will made this beautiful artwork today for Kira. I wanted to post a picture of it after my whole blog post about their names the other day. I love all the hearts and smiley faces! I'll hang it in her room tomorrow.

Speaking of that little one...

Step 1: climb on top of seat

Step 2: bend down and eat noodles

Step 3: turn and vigorously shake back of seat

(with a big old cheesy grin of pleasure)

Step 4: continue eating noodles

Step 5: repeat step 3

The eyes of a child

My sister, Teresa, is always telling me to write down the things that Will says. I never seem to have the time or make the time or whatever. I wanted to write this one down before I forget. Then I'm done blogging for a while. I'm reading "Breakfast with Buddha" in all my spare time. It is such a funny book. It's such an easy and light read. I'm loving it.

So anyway, Will was teaching me a dance he learned. He told me that they showed Mike and James and then he went on and on about how James was really impressed and amazed. So I asked him how he knew James liked it so much. I thought maybe he'd tell me that James was clapping or smiling or something.

Will stopped jumping on the bed for a second and looked me in the eyes and said, "I saw through his heart."