Turns out it's much easier for me to talk to my toddler about my vagina than about death.
They're both just biology, as far as I'm concerned, but when answering questions about birth, I can point to body parts and pictures and draw on analogies (it's just like the tube slide at the park!) and concrete answers (hopefully the baby won't land in the potty, but someone - the doctor? your papa? will catch him when he comes out). Death? Not so easy.
We've had a few neighborhood pets (a bunny, a cat, a dog) get put down this summer, very old and sick and not unexpected, but well-loved beings who were a regular part of our lives. So the questions still come up: 'Where's ____? Where did she go? Why won't she be back?" Hmm. And we also visited some older relatives who are struggling with their health, which brought up related questions. How to explain without making it too scary? I don't want to compare it to sleep, and I don't want to focus too much on how it will happen to everyone. I'm not going to say things I don't believe - she's chasing rabbits in doggy heaven! - that pretend it's a happy ending. Of course we can't know for sure what happens, and I'll allow that there are more things on heaven and earth, etc. etc., but basically things just stop. What does that mean to an almost-3-year-old?
It even comes up in silly little ways: Harry, the dirty dog, plays dead in the story. He lies there without moving. No, that bee can't sting you - it's dead. That means the body stops working. Why? The blood stops flowing, oxygen doesn't make it to the brain... as the science gets complicated, it starts being ridiculous and unhelpful to try and explain. Hey! Was that a helicopter? Do you want some ice cream? Let's go to the park! Topic successfully evaded once again.
And birth? To quote: "That's just silly!" I can't say I disagree. (okay, okay, also wondrous and amazing, but come on, y'all)
9.12.2012
7.20.2012
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All this on a single happy-face balloon from the dollar store. Repeat in French for full effect. Ideally with a chipmunk voice from having inhaled helium. God bless America!
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All this on a single happy-face balloon from the dollar store. Repeat in French for full effect. Ideally with a chipmunk voice from having inhaled helium. God bless America!
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7.11.2012
You can lead a horticulture, but you can't make her think
Oh, Texas. You've done it again. You gave us Six Flags and Austin City Limits, so it ain't all bad, but when it's bad, it's really really bad. Yup, we're talking about education. The recent news about the Republican plans for the state that unfortunately influences schools across the nation. Some of their brilliant ideas for improving things?
-Allow teachers more latitude with discipline, because corporal punishment can be quite effective.
I guess in a state that hands out the death penalty so often, violence is the answer. Reminds me of when I taught in New Mexico and had parents offer to write me a note giving me permission to hit their kid because that's how they did it at home and that's the only way to make 'em pay attention. Um, no, actually, we don't do things that way, sorry, but thanks for your help, always good to get the families involved. I guess it's better than the ones that didn't show up or answer calls at all. But those were awkward conversations, and I'm sad to say they happened more than once.
-Stop teaching higher-order/critical thinking skills, because they will cause students to question their fixed beliefs and undermine parental authority.
WTF, Lone Star? This is like all those people who vote for a guy they want at their bbq, instead of someone who comes off as a snob. You know what? I want the president (or any politician, really) - the leader of the free world, the commander-in-chief of one of the most powerful nations - to be a heck of a lot smarter than I am! Sure, fine, let's knock back a beer and a burger, be a (wo)man of the people, but really, just have your shit together for your job. Same goes for the future of our world: these kids are going to grow up and face a heap of trouble, and I want them to be able to think creatively and problem-solve their way through the mess we leave behind. Make good choices. Pay attention to the world around you and be able to react in ways that make it better. Why would parents not want that for their kids?
As much as I've been irritated at the media for inciting the red-blue divide in a land that's much more purple, and as much as I believe we all really do have more in common than not, these are the moments that make me wonder how we can possibly make it as truly united states. There are just some divides that seem impossible to cross. Maybe if I went to Texas and talked to those folks, we could find a way to understand each other, but this just seems like such a fundamentally different way of being in the world. I hope it turns out to be all talk, and that the people who are in the classroom and making the real decisions make the right ones.
Legend has it that Dorothy Parker was asked to use the word "horticulture" in a sentence, and replied with my title. This news reminded me of her response, but I've gotta say, I've got a higher opinion of the ladies in that profession than the men (pretty sure they were, mostly anyway) who spouted forth this garbage in the name of progress and better education. Yee-haw.
-Allow teachers more latitude with discipline, because corporal punishment can be quite effective.
I guess in a state that hands out the death penalty so often, violence is the answer. Reminds me of when I taught in New Mexico and had parents offer to write me a note giving me permission to hit their kid because that's how they did it at home and that's the only way to make 'em pay attention. Um, no, actually, we don't do things that way, sorry, but thanks for your help, always good to get the families involved. I guess it's better than the ones that didn't show up or answer calls at all. But those were awkward conversations, and I'm sad to say they happened more than once.
-Stop teaching higher-order/critical thinking skills, because they will cause students to question their fixed beliefs and undermine parental authority.
WTF, Lone Star? This is like all those people who vote for a guy they want at their bbq, instead of someone who comes off as a snob. You know what? I want the president (or any politician, really) - the leader of the free world, the commander-in-chief of one of the most powerful nations - to be a heck of a lot smarter than I am! Sure, fine, let's knock back a beer and a burger, be a (wo)man of the people, but really, just have your shit together for your job. Same goes for the future of our world: these kids are going to grow up and face a heap of trouble, and I want them to be able to think creatively and problem-solve their way through the mess we leave behind. Make good choices. Pay attention to the world around you and be able to react in ways that make it better. Why would parents not want that for their kids?
As much as I've been irritated at the media for inciting the red-blue divide in a land that's much more purple, and as much as I believe we all really do have more in common than not, these are the moments that make me wonder how we can possibly make it as truly united states. There are just some divides that seem impossible to cross. Maybe if I went to Texas and talked to those folks, we could find a way to understand each other, but this just seems like such a fundamentally different way of being in the world. I hope it turns out to be all talk, and that the people who are in the classroom and making the real decisions make the right ones.
Legend has it that Dorothy Parker was asked to use the word "horticulture" in a sentence, and replied with my title. This news reminded me of her response, but I've gotta say, I've got a higher opinion of the ladies in that profession than the men (pretty sure they were, mostly anyway) who spouted forth this garbage in the name of progress and better education. Yee-haw.
6.24.2012
Flip. Flop!
(a 5-minute quickwrite from summertime 2009)
Flip.
Flop. Freedom.
Sweet release from a winter’s worth of smelly closet.
Ahh.
Shuffle shuffle shuffle – sunshine.
Hot pavement.
Splintery boardwalk. Sand.
Abandoned, as the feet fly into the water, oh so blue.
Flip.
Flop. Fish!
Priceless protection for pattering pads
$3 thongs – can shove into a bag
travel the world and the neighborhood
flippin’ and floppin’ – man, life is good.
Kicked off at the hammock, the beach, and inside.
Let those feet breathe, dance, slip and slide!
12.31.2011
2011
A very incomplete and haphazard look back...
1. I made my first hard cheese! Sort of. Well, I did make it, but it didn't quite turn out how I'd hoped. It was a farmhouse cheddar, made with the brilliant press my brilliant husband made. I fretted and fussed about whether it was aging properly, if the temperature was right, if the humidity was controlled, what about adding a damp sponge, what are those spots, are they mold, should I worry, but cheese is just mold after all... and then it turned out, and it was actually edible! But a tad odd, flavor-wise, maybe over-aged. So we were going to cook with it, get creative, but then we didn't, and it sat in the fridge, and then it did get moldy. After all that misplaced bother, I ruined the cheese at the easiest part and my glory went with it. Stuck to soft cheeses after that, but there's always next year.
2. We chased ducks. Frequently. With great enthusiasm.
3. More fun with fermentation... inspired by Sandor Katz, I harvested wild yeast for an Ethiopian honey-wine, and made a control mead as a comparison. It was very exciting when the bubbles started appearing in the vapor-lock, and I was so good about taking daily notes, being scientific about it - until I wasn't. They are still sitting in my cupboard, far too many months later. I have no idea what lives in those bottles now. They don't look or smell scary, but somehow I don't think they're just getting better with age. If I ever brave it, I'll post my results.
4. We chased sheep, too. And had wagon rides.
5. Took students on a field trip up to Portland. We ate from food trucks and felt very urban.
6. I did lots of yoga, and felt good about myself. Then I did much less yoga and felt less good. Cause, or correlation? Now I'm getting back into it, spurred on by my two-year-old who loves to do downward dog and happy baby, and has invented ocean pose (standing with feet wide, chest forward, arms back, goofy smile).
7. Two weeks in Europe, cha-cha-cha. A remote Alpine village and the Eternal City. With family, food, and fun. What's not to love?
8. Summertime: the park, the hands-on science museum, biking with the trailer, playing in the fountains, hiking at the lake, eating ice cream. Oh, and rafting! And a toddler campout, whoo-hoo! And we borrowed a friend's campervan - oh, the memories. It was lovely. Next summer: back to backpacking.
9. We picked fourteen pounds of blueberries! Still making smoothies with them.
10. Outrage at the world alive and kickin' with a little help from Jon Stewart. Can't tell you how often I find myself saying, "we saw this guy on the Daily Show..." I do also catch NPR occasionally and read the Sunday NY Times. (I share a subscription with 3 neighbors, so there's actually incentive to get up early to get the sections I want first. That would be the Review and Styles. And then I get the magazine after everyone else because I like to do the crossword, but they tend to stack up, adding to the general clutter in our house. It's a good system, overall, though we've never managed to sit together, drinking coffee and discussing what we read. Someday.)
11. Learned to play the ukelele. My debut performance, a duet with my man at our neighborhood open mic: "In Spite of Ourselves" by John Prine and Iris DeMent.
12. Back to school for everyone. Rapped about US history (I'll post that soon) and challenged my students to an Iron Chef contest. Reaffirmed how good The Outsiders is to read with kids.
13. Was an Emerald Citizen for Halloween, as part of an Oz group. My little one was the Lion, and his buddies were the rest of the crew. We had some princess and witch mamas, too. It's the kind of thing I swore I'd never do, but I love the parade and it's no fun if you're not in costume, and it was pretty sweet, actually. Still won't dress up my dog, though. With the occasional antler exception.
14. Drumming! Mostly taiko.
15. Kicking ass at Celebrity, which is always super-fun, and not actually about the score. For some reason Jesus shows up in every game - maybe we should read something deeper in that?
Happy New Year!
1. I made my first hard cheese! Sort of. Well, I did make it, but it didn't quite turn out how I'd hoped. It was a farmhouse cheddar, made with the brilliant press my brilliant husband made. I fretted and fussed about whether it was aging properly, if the temperature was right, if the humidity was controlled, what about adding a damp sponge, what are those spots, are they mold, should I worry, but cheese is just mold after all... and then it turned out, and it was actually edible! But a tad odd, flavor-wise, maybe over-aged. So we were going to cook with it, get creative, but then we didn't, and it sat in the fridge, and then it did get moldy. After all that misplaced bother, I ruined the cheese at the easiest part and my glory went with it. Stuck to soft cheeses after that, but there's always next year.
2. We chased ducks. Frequently. With great enthusiasm.
3. More fun with fermentation... inspired by Sandor Katz, I harvested wild yeast for an Ethiopian honey-wine, and made a control mead as a comparison. It was very exciting when the bubbles started appearing in the vapor-lock, and I was so good about taking daily notes, being scientific about it - until I wasn't. They are still sitting in my cupboard, far too many months later. I have no idea what lives in those bottles now. They don't look or smell scary, but somehow I don't think they're just getting better with age. If I ever brave it, I'll post my results.
4. We chased sheep, too. And had wagon rides.
5. Took students on a field trip up to Portland. We ate from food trucks and felt very urban.
6. I did lots of yoga, and felt good about myself. Then I did much less yoga and felt less good. Cause, or correlation? Now I'm getting back into it, spurred on by my two-year-old who loves to do downward dog and happy baby, and has invented ocean pose (standing with feet wide, chest forward, arms back, goofy smile).
7. Two weeks in Europe, cha-cha-cha. A remote Alpine village and the Eternal City. With family, food, and fun. What's not to love?
8. Summertime: the park, the hands-on science museum, biking with the trailer, playing in the fountains, hiking at the lake, eating ice cream. Oh, and rafting! And a toddler campout, whoo-hoo! And we borrowed a friend's campervan - oh, the memories. It was lovely. Next summer: back to backpacking.
9. We picked fourteen pounds of blueberries! Still making smoothies with them.
10. Outrage at the world alive and kickin' with a little help from Jon Stewart. Can't tell you how often I find myself saying, "we saw this guy on the Daily Show..." I do also catch NPR occasionally and read the Sunday NY Times. (I share a subscription with 3 neighbors, so there's actually incentive to get up early to get the sections I want first. That would be the Review and Styles. And then I get the magazine after everyone else because I like to do the crossword, but they tend to stack up, adding to the general clutter in our house. It's a good system, overall, though we've never managed to sit together, drinking coffee and discussing what we read. Someday.)
11. Learned to play the ukelele. My debut performance, a duet with my man at our neighborhood open mic: "In Spite of Ourselves" by John Prine and Iris DeMent.
12. Back to school for everyone. Rapped about US history (I'll post that soon) and challenged my students to an Iron Chef contest. Reaffirmed how good The Outsiders is to read with kids.
13. Was an Emerald Citizen for Halloween, as part of an Oz group. My little one was the Lion, and his buddies were the rest of the crew. We had some princess and witch mamas, too. It's the kind of thing I swore I'd never do, but I love the parade and it's no fun if you're not in costume, and it was pretty sweet, actually. Still won't dress up my dog, though. With the occasional antler exception.
14. Drumming! Mostly taiko.
15. Kicking ass at Celebrity, which is always super-fun, and not actually about the score. For some reason Jesus shows up in every game - maybe we should read something deeper in that?
Happy New Year!
12.14.2011
Stolen Moments
(there's gotta be a million things with that title...kinda makes me want to track them down)
I'm supposed to be somewhere else, doing something else. Nobody knows I'm here. Nobody knows what I'm not doing. It's a rare quiet moment to myself, a moment that feels not-quite-naughty, and oh-so-nice. I'm enjoying the silence, and the ability to focus on one thing or let my mind wander, as I please, without the constant peripheral scan that is toddlerhood filling the space. It's just me filling the space, or not filling it. I know that later I'll regret not having used this time more productively, but right now, this is worth it. I so rarely get to be irresponsible anymore.
It's delicious.
I'm supposed to be somewhere else, doing something else. Nobody knows I'm here. Nobody knows what I'm not doing. It's a rare quiet moment to myself, a moment that feels not-quite-naughty, and oh-so-nice. I'm enjoying the silence, and the ability to focus on one thing or let my mind wander, as I please, without the constant peripheral scan that is toddlerhood filling the space. It's just me filling the space, or not filling it. I know that later I'll regret not having used this time more productively, but right now, this is worth it. I so rarely get to be irresponsible anymore.
It's delicious.
11.13.2011
Two
Just over two years ago, my boy came into the world and everything changed. The biggest surprise is how much fun we're having, how entertaining this toddler is. And the part that was expected but is no less powerful because of it is how profoundly I love him, and how something in my soul has shifted to embrace this new role.
I've read a lot about other people's experiences - some heartwarming, some heartbreaking, some that bring on the giggles, some that make you tear your hair out. In one way or another, they're all cliches, no matter how well-written, but they're all also very true. I don't know that I have any new words to add to this, so here are a few of my kid's instead (and you'll get a feel for what tickles us pink, not to mention our generation, as we train our own personal Teddy Ruxpin - it's a great feedback cycle, because he likes to make us laugh, which then makes him laugh, and on and on):
"Stop! Hammertime!"
"Ice ice baby"
"A palpable hit"
"Need more marmite please"
"Hello salaam konnichiwa-wa"
"Baila baila"
"Zola come!"
(responding to "Who you gonna call?") "Ghostbusters"
And of course all the usual daily conversation and quoting and chattering to himself. The way he is growing his language is just fascinating. Life is a play-by-play, with lots of repetition from him and demanded from us, and it amazes me how he puts together new sentences and draws connections across contexts and even time. He absorbs the books we read and the songs we sing and counts pretty well and is starting on the abc's. I'm beginning to understand what's behind Rosetta Stone, though I've never actually tried their system.
The part you can't tell from reading this is the adorably hilarious way he says things, pronounced not quite right, and possibly not even intelligible if you don't hang out with him a lot. (This would be one of those cliches - every baby talks cute and funny, right? - that we marvel at despite their triteness. Just because it's not new in the world doesn't mean it's not new in our world. And better, cuter, funnier than all the other babies.) I've never managed to capture it well (where are you when I need you, phonics?!) and I'd rather not do it wrong, but I hope I remember it. I may have to try for some audio recordings. It's almost more about the emphasis and pacing than the sounds, actually.
And he still uses sign language all the time, which I love and hope we continue. And all sorts of other things are happening - climbing, riding, painting, swinging, picking tomatoes, throwing balls, being naked, eating, chasing the dog, counting, singing, hugging, napping, waking up, seeing friends, playing outside, doing puzzles, fun running....it's kind of an awesome life.
I don't know where I'm going with this - I just wanted to mark the occasion in some way. It's a big freaking deal (my language monitor has kicked into overdrive; it used to just be on at school and off at home, but hearing my toddler shout "HOLY CRAP" forced me to pay a little more attention to what comes out of my mouth) (though I do snicker when the sailor talk sneaks out) (and now I've even lost track of where this sentence was going...). The days of afternoon whiskey tastings and lazy mornings sleeping in are on hold for a while. But the snuggles and dancing and hanging out are pretty awesome.
He tries to climb back in to my belly sometimes, and it just ain't gonna happen. He's out for good, so watch out, world!
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