march 3rd, 2012

you got this ladybug wheelybug for christmas- but you were terrified of sitting on it. slowly,  you became fine with sitting on it, but would quickly start freaking out- crying for me to save you and get you off of it.

within the past week, you’ve been discovering it more- climbing on and scooting around the room.. but you still much prefer just picking it up and carrying it around. this thing is quite heavy… you’re so strong.

soon enough, i know you’ll be flying around the room on it’s little wheels.

{mama}

heart mobile {craft}

in the valentine’s day package my mama sent- she included this sweet heart mobile that she made…

i’m in love with it.. with how simple it is to make, and how the possibilities are endless… it adds just an extra little touch of magic to your space. bright and cheerful.
whenever claire has a room of her own, i plan on hanging this one in there


a quick search will bring you lots of different ideas to play around with – and, it’d be the perfect free afternoon craft with kids

go outside and look for twigs to use..
find old wire hangers to bend into circles, use an old wooden embroidery hoop.
find some yarn, bakers twine, embroidery thread, sewing thread
cut out some magazines, some cardboard, some fabric, some fimo clay
use some goodies gathered on your nature walk
string it all together and hang it up, and make another to send to someone to brighten their day and their space with your magic and love.

march 2nd, 2012

making the pizza dough for dinner tonight.. letting it rise as she takes her nap

i fell off the 365..er. 366 project last month, so i’m just going to pick up as i left off. ta-daaa

{eighteen} march 1st, 2012

eight.teen.months.
eighteen!
how is it even possible. a year and a half. and yet… how has it not been forever?

my days, my heart, and my arms are full.
each day is a new discovery of the world. watching this little person unfold from infancy into toddlerhood…

she is fiery and wild.. cheeky and hilarious
the most gentle, nurturing…and the sweetest of kisses
she is my world…

one size fits all – or. you know. not.

i wish that i would have written THIS article. because it beautifully sums up what is wrong with people’s perceptions of what normal/average/healthy is.  for all children, and people- that don’t fit perfectly on a graph..

do you have, or know a breastfed baby that is ‘overweight’ ? read up

i have been wanting to share this for a while, trying to formulate a post about what it is like for mamas who have children that don’t fit in with the ‘norm’. children that fall below, or excel above the boring average line. mothers who have perfectly healthy babies that are underweight, and those with babies that are over. children that take longer to reach milestones, and children that laugh at milestones as they race past them.

it’s all such a personal thing, this mothering life.. and it’s also so very public. we raise our babies together, we live in society together. we rely on other mamas and build our tribes.

after receiving a comment from a woman- i’m still puzzled by what her intention is exactly

‘I seriously love your webpage and I’ve been following you for months….but I gotta say….your daughter is so OVER-WEIGHT. I understand how you feel about breast-feeding, I totally get that. But she’s got a bunch of teeth now, right? She’s eating real food. Why are you still breast-feeding too? She’s been so so big for a long time now. Usually babies get chubby before they learn how to walk, but once they are up and running, that weight falls off. Claire is still big, so that means either she’s getting in too many calories or she’s not running around enough. I am betting she’s taking in too much calories. I really don’t want to come off as a bitch and I know it’s none of my business. But I am sure I’m not the only person who see’s the pictures of your adorable daughter and wonders why you think it’s so beautiful that she’s so large. Being healthy is one thing, yes your breast milk DID ALL THAT. But she’s this big now, I really hope you don’t continue on thinking that over-weight is fine.’

 

when i first read that, my heart started pounding.. deep in my stomach. the heat rising to my face, flushed.. embarrassed almost. feeling vulnerable and like a protective mama bear. and as i’ve been sitting here going through different emotions on how to approach this.. well, i’m making very public- because i know that too many other mamas deal with discrimination, nasty comments from friends, family and strangers about their parenting style, their child’s development and so on. i generally try to be very honest and open about things that society doesn’t always accept- from beauty and health, to parenting.

‘i really don’t want to come off as a bitch and i know it’s none of my business’
correct, it IS none of your business. and congratulations, you totally came off as a bitch..
‘i am sure i’m not the only person who see’s the pictures of your adorable daughter and wonders why you think it’s so beautiful that she’s so large’
i don’t really care what people think i think. and i think that my daughter is beautiful because she is. i would think she is beautiful if she was tiny and petite, or average, or exactly what she is.

what is most disturbing about strangers passing remarks to mothers about their children- is that they act as if they come from a place of well meaning- and the remarks and unsolicited advice are actually hurtful, and downright ignorant. what’s even sadder- is that there are so many mamas that are unsupported, in their household and in their community. they don’t have the tribe to reach out to for reassurance, and so they cave to the pressures of what idiots are telling them. regretfully, going against their best judgement and instincts- because someone thinks that they know better, and decided to take the time to ‘not sound like a bitch’.

i’d also like to bring light to the fact that breastmilk is the very best food for babies and children- and that whether they are walking, or talking, or have teeth- is absolutely no indication that they should stop breastfeeding. in fact, there is NO medical reason that you should stop breastfeeding before your child naturally weans, unless there is a cause of distress in the breastfeeding relationship between mama and child.

if a medical professional advises you to end your breastfeeding relationship- and it goes against your instincts, please seek a second and third opinion.. contact your local la leche league or lactation consultant, they are everywhere- and can help to arm you with information, scientific evidence, and ways to deal with discrimination.

mama, only you know your baby best.

and to those who would like to ‘not sound like a bitch’ then stop.
when the words ‘i know it’s probably none of my business but…’ come out of your mouth- stop.
when ‘i don’t mean to sound like a bitch’ comes into your head- know that whatever you are about to say, regardless of the intention meant- makes you sound more than a bitch. so. just don’t.
think. and think again. and probably just keep your thoughts to yourself, because only a mama knows her baby best. and who are you anyway?

my my how time flies

these are so much fun to look back through and compare… and remembering all the stages captured, the emotions i was feeling through each phase of mama and babyhood..
indulge me, i have a few comparisons i want to share. picture overload i’m sure.. (hover over the image to see the age comparison)

february 28th, 2012

  • watching an irish version of bob ross, whispering to the trees that he paints. story telling in his delightful irish accent
  • made lemonade this morning. i don’t remember ever making real lemonade as a child, maybe just from the powder?
  • black birds against a grey sky
  • addicted to dark chocolate. a bitter taste that i would scrunch my nose at, i am now devouring and savouring.. and salivating just thinking about it.
  • new pants, a size smaller. again. i actually have no idea what size i could really wear, the idea of smaller and smaller pants seems ridiculous to me. i’ve never worn a size 8 in my life, so the idea of even trying a 6 seems ludicrous. wondering what size my body would be if i actually dieted and exercised, rather than living off of dark chocolate and breastfeeding.
  • waiting for a book in the post
  • looking forward to flying home this summer. not looking forward to leaving steven for a month..
  • listening to the washing machine churn my clothes
  • thinking about my GMIT application again. erg. quickly running out of time and need a nudge to actually get the application in for a part time space in their bachelor of art and design program. one day a week devoted to myself and my art sounds absolutely amazing.. and yet…. the application form is tripping me up and stopping me from doing anything about it.
  • marvelling at how very big my wee girl is these days.. how words are finding themselves in her mouth. seeing her mind work in piecing things together, mimicking us… discovering more of the fire in her personality
  • meeting up with a local mama, claire running wild with her girls. red cheeks and sweat dripping from her curls. grateful.
  • chili on the stove
  • noticing this pattern as my babe transitions into child… the patterns of how she needs me shifting, sleep..  the most notable, how there were weeks and months where she only would sleep on you, never to be put down. how there were weeks and months of wearing her to sleep only. how there were weeks and months of nursing to sleep… how now, you ask ‘are you ready for bed?’ met with a big nod and a little body shuffling across the floor to start making her way up the stairs to bed.. how she’ll nurse until she’ll full- and turn over to get comfortable before drifting off to sleep..  amazed, even though there’s no need for me to be- just simply being.. allowing her to transition on her own from infancy to child. to grow up and away on her own terms..

babywearing library – finding the right size

i’m sure people are rolling their eyes by now. i’m addicted to babywearing. i’m absolutely in love with my Ergobaby and would recommend it to anyone- in fact.. if someone were to ask what they need for their baby, i’d say just your boobs- and a GOOD carrier (like.. not a babybjorn. heh)..

anyway, claire is incredibly big for her age. she’s way above the scale for weight, and above average for height.. the ergo was increasingly growing smaller and smaller and getting more uncomfortable on me. i thought that maybe it was just the end of our babywearing days, that she’s too big to be worn without expecting some amount of discomfort. my hips were killing me after wearing her out and about- but i rely so heavily on the carrier, especially when we’re at home.. it helps for when she’s feeling clingy and i need to get something done.. if she’s upset, it ‘resets’ her mood and calms her down- and most of the time lulls her off to sleep. besides my breasts, it’s a major parenting tool- and has more than paid for itself with the amount that i use it. priceless really.

so, i was sad to think that that was it. until i found out that there are toddler and pre-school sized carriers. laaaaa!

i borrowed the kinderpack from a mama in dublin

and now i have the chance to check out a few carriers from the babywearing ireland sling library. this week, i got two, the huckepack toddler, and the kimimela wrap carrier

first up, the huckepack. i’m in love with it from the very start.. it feels just like an ergo, only bigger- coming up over claire’s shoulders (as it should) and allowing her to feel cocooned and cuddled in. immediately the weight is well distributed across my body and i feel like i can carry her forever comfortably. (it was getting to the point, in the ergo- that five minutes was killing my shoulders)
there’s more bits to adjust on this carrier- which seems like it would grow well for a child growing taller, or for the wearer- to allow mama or papa to use it easily.
the first time i put her in this carrier, she cuddled right in, got her ‘ma’ out- and nursed to sleep. magic..
now i just need to save up some money to get one!

next, the kimimela carrier

so, i’m in love with this carrier too.. i just wish that i would have had it when claire was lighter (this girl weighs 47 pounds)
i fits so comfortably, and is made so beautifully- i love the style, i love how it ties.. it feels secure and allows you to adjust the tie to hide any muffin top that other carriers seem to enhance.
i definitely want one of these for my next babe. and again, when i put claire in it- she cuddled up, nursed- and went right to sleep..
tying it on, for me- was almost instinctual.. i didn’t look  up any guides- since i was well used to tying a woven wrap from when claire was a newborn.

what is your favourite carrier? have you ever thought to check out some slings from a babywearing library? it’s kind of brilliant.. all i paid for was shipping, and i get to test them out for a few weeks before sending them back on for another mama to try out. i love that..

february 17th, 2012

. brewing some tea.

. listening to sigur-ros

. grey clouds moving heavily across the sky

. closing my eyes while listening to a friend’s recorded voice.. her poetry sailing me off.. soaring into a childhood’s imagination..fairytale. her voice like soft powdered sugar, so sweet and delicate.

. day dreaming about a road trip to the cliffs. with wellies on and wild sheep.. the wind in my hair, whipping my cheeks red.. sandwiches on crusty bread, hands held.

. thinking about what it is i will leave behind.. what stories will be told, what memories will be held. thinking of sheila (steven’s gran) and her skin, her soft hands rubbing together without thought. her little habits, the sound of her weight sighing on the banister as she’d walk down the stairs in her bathrobe.

. savouring the taste of a rare oreo on my tongue.. ah-ha.. that’s the taste, like a burnt roasted marshmallow.. how did i never discover that before?

isn’t life so fucking beautiful? i mean really… these simple mundane tasks..