Henry's birthday

Henry's second birthday was spent snuggled at home during a big New Hampshire snow storm rather than at the museum as planned. I think we ended up with about 2 feet. We had just returned home the day before, following our time at my Mom's due to the ice storm. We made pizzas, cake, opened presents, and just otherwise enjoyed being home. He especially liked his new wooden cutting cake and vegetables.

Henry is finally starting to tell us he is two, rather than four. Same goes with his name, in the past preferring to call himself Noah. Happy second birthday, sweet boy! I love you, love you, love you.

Finally home

We are finally home, with power and a phone, after 9 days at my very generous Mother's house in MA. I have been asked for pictures of the ice storm, these do not do it justice. You might be able to make out the limb that fell from across the street. This is what tore the lines from our house. The road in front of our house was closed because of the lines. We still have some toppled trees to remove from our yard. We had just had some trees removed a few weeks before, very thankfully, or who knows how much worse it could have been. You cannot clearly see the ice in these pictures, but everything was covered. Covered.

We have just finished our Christmas celebration, I will add more pictures later. For now, some from the storm. I hope everyone is doing well--

My super cool husband

I want to take a minute to brag about my husband. I could get all Middle School on you and tell you that he's really cute, because he is. I could say something more meaningful like he is really smart. Really. And he does meaningful work that he should be proud of. He could have easily sold out and found a number of jobs making a good bit more money, but chooses to do something he feels is worthwhile, valuable. Is worthwhile and valuable. The list goes on. But the past few days have been a reminder of what means the most to me, the kind of father he is to our sons. I came downstairs yesterday to find all of my boys in the kitchen making applesauce. This task would have seemed daunting to many, like me, for example. But he tackled the challenge like a pro. My kids were so happy.

The other act of brilliance, if you ask me, was Peter's creation of the "Cutting Bag". My kids love to cut things, like most young kids. Noah especially. Peter decided to put together a small bag of recyclables and other paper that is safe for cutting, and the boys know to go directly to it when they feel like cutting. I love it.

I'm a lucky gal.

Knitting with Grandma.

Car Talk

Don't the most interesting conversations occur in the car? The confined space, the lack of distraction...

These are two things discussed on a drive today.

Question from the back-- "Mama, when did God decide that he was done using his body?"

Hmm, good one, my boy. That was an interesting conversation with a barely 4 year old.

Statement that followed above conversation--- "Mama, I think girl cats are smarter than boy cats".

Proud to baby wear!

Check this out!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BmykFKjNpdY

What was Motrin thinking when they created this insulting ad?! Arghh!! We are proud baby wearers, both Peter and I. Not because it is in fashion, no one could ever honestly accuse us of such a thing. Not because we want to look cool, but I do think Peter looks pretty sweet when he's carrying Henry. We carry our boys because it is right, and good.

So out of touch. So frustrating. Ugh, idiots.

This picture was taken just yesterday of our happy baby wearing family. I highly recommend this Ergo Carrier, it's wonderful. From baby sling to toddler carrier.

What you get when you ask for a picture...

We follow pretty independent paths here in our family. Or very dependent, depending upon whom you may ask to judge. This has been born of both philosophy and necessity. We support the idea of respectful living, honoring the needs/desires of the individual while loving and honoring our unique group, and child-led experience. My husband and I are both pretty independent spirits. We would not tell each other what to do/think, and we try to show this respect to our children, as well. For the most part, anyway.

Noah does not usually draw pictures of people, which is exactly what I asked him to do the other day, on his easel. I don't generally do this, but figured a bit of Mama interference couldn't be all that bad. Here is his picture. He worked very hard on it, making it quite detailed, although it doesn't come through well in the picture.

Noah "Mama, do you know what this is between its legs?" Me, holding my laughter, "Tell me about it, Noah."

Noah "It's his penis. A very, very tall penis."

Say hello!!

Please! I know there are those of you who read our blog, you tell me when we talk, e-mail, etc. Say hi, I would love to know that you have stopped by. Thank you, friends!

Joy.

It is not worth the while to let our imperfections disturb us always. The conscience really does not, and ought not to monopolize the whole of our lives, any more than the heart or the head. It is as liable to disease as any other part.

(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)

I love that this is one of their favorite things to do.

Brother to brother, again...

One of Henry's current favorite words is "no", and it seems to be getting on his big brother's nerves a bit.

I overheard this conversation this afternoon.

Noah to Henry- "Henry, do you know how to properly say yes?". (I love the properly, so Noah.)

Henry-"Yes".

Noah- "Well, then say yes!".

Henry- "Yes".

Brotherly wisdom

Noah was sitting in our hassock watching a movie when Henry climbed onto the hassock with him. A bit of pushing ensued, and Noah then pushed Henry off the hassock. Henry hit his mouth, which then bled.

Noah went to take a break, I tended to Henry. Noah returned from his break, walked over to Henry, sat down next to him, and said "Henry, now you need to listen to me. We're never going to do that again, okay?".

Boys in hats

One a little more, um, conventional than the other. Par for our course.

When nobody's watching...

How do we act when no one is watching us? How do we treat people, treat ourselves, when no one is there to judge us, other than God? I have come to wonder about this issue quite a bit, especially since becoming a Mom. The moral compass idea, and where we find it. I wonder about this especially today, in these messy times.

We talk a good deal in our house (the grown-ups) about "discipline", the idea of rewards and punishment, and how we feel about it. Don't get me wrong, there have been times when I have resorted to bribery, but I don't like it when I do. I work hard to follow the path of unconditional parenting, to have faith in the idea that given the chance most of us will choose do the right thing. Children, especially. Sometimes, I think, we as adults have just lost our ability to decipher what the right thing is, products of this extrinsically motivated society that we are. I, like most Moms, wonder all the time if I am parenting well. Should I "discipline" more, if I give my kids more stickers and time-outs will they grow into happy, kind, peace loving people? For more on this check out Nancy Carlsson Paige. Anyway, I saw something cool recently.

I was dropping off my oldest son at school, he began to settle in happily listening to a story with a friend. His friend's Mom then told him that she was going to be leaving, and the boy became upset. I saw Noah watching him, trying to better understand the situation. He then began to comfort the sad boy. I won't get too detailed here, but just leave it at the fact that he reached out to comfort this friend in need, and it made me proud. He did not know this, because he didn't even know I was watching. He didn't get a sticker or a piece of candy. He just did what he did because it was right, and good, and true. Henry didn't bring Noah tissues this afternoon because he earned a prize afterward, he did it because he is kind, saw his brother's need, and realized he could do something about it. Isn't this what we all hope for our children, for our future?

Maybe what this world needs is a little more sticker on the inside, ya' know what I mean?

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Truth be told...

Day one in my honest blog series. This was a roughish kind of day. I was tired from the get go. Noah was a bit overstimulated this morning and it did not end once he reached school. He enjoys going to school, but it does not seem to be bringing out the very best in him. I'm still trying to figure out what to do about this.

I did not manage to clean the house or get any laundry done because we were outside playing, attempting to use our energy in a positive way. Fresh air makes me happy, and it keeps me from becoming too stressed on a difficult day. Most importantly it keeps me from taking out my stress on my kids.

Our house is messy tonight. There's play dough on the floor and food from breakfast still under the table. I don't like feeling like I have to clean, I would rather be doing other things with my time. I'll clean, because a messy environment makes me feel anxious, but I won't be excited about doing it. We did not eat cereal for dinner, but we do sometimes. My kids love it, it's healthy.

I am not a perfect Mom by any means. Sometimes I wish I could wear a t-shirt stating this so people won't be disappointed when they learn the truth. Remember, I'm the Mom who took her kids on the long walk only to find out once we returned home that one of them was completely naked?? But I love, love, love my children, like my breath, and I think that should count for more than a super clean house or suspiciously well dressed kids who don't mind wearing shoes. Or the impression that I have everything figured out. Because I don't. I'm just doing the best I can. Desperately trying to do well by them. And loving it still.

Peter's 40th

Yesterday was Peter's birthday. We went hiking in North Conway, at Dianna's Baths. Beautiful.

Real men, the really good ones, anyway, wear their babies. They also wear hand crafted noodle birthday necklaces. All day. And then they eat their 40th birthday dinner at a pizza restaurant because it is familiar to their sons, and genuinely enjoy themselves. Even though the service is really crappy. I could go on. Instead I'll quietly give thanks. Happy birthday, babe.

Fairy house

We had a special visit with Grandma today, during which this fairy house was constructed. Wood fairies, wood fairies, where are you?

Nature Basket

This is the "nature basket" that sits on our plant table. The boys, Noah especially, love to fill it with various goodies they collect outside. I decided on the basket because I found that the boys could have easily moved a tree limb into our family room, daily. And, well, we just don't have space for that.

Within the basket you will find Lightening the caterpillar (the second). He's speedy, all right. So speedy he seems to have dashed his way right out of his jar.

Greaat.

Artists

Easel, belly, what's your preference?

My funny little scientist

I walked into the bathroom this morning to find a very wet hand towel on the floor. Before hanging it back up I checked with Noah to see why it was wet.

Me: "Noah, do you know how the towel got wet?"

Noah: "Oh, I used it to cover my penis so I could filter my pee."

Oh. (!!!)

I just don't recall ever having a conversation like this with my mother. Do girls do things like this??

Me: "Hey, guys, what are you doing?"

Noah: "Um, we're making butter."

Of course.

This is my favorite kind of play. Yes, it's messy, and things that were clearly not designed to be used as toys are often, well, used as toys. (This is a bird bath, by the way.) But this is our life. Messy, unscripted, non-manufactured, joyful. On our good days, anyway.

There is far too little of this kind of play in our society today, if you ask me. The barefoot in your backyard kind. Pure, not adult led. Come by and join us any time. But bring extra clothes, you're bound to get dirty.

Boys in trees

My boys love to climb. Need to climb. Grandma helped the boys find this great climbing tree in our "forest", right next to their favorite climbing rock. I only wish they were closer to the back yard. We still need/want to buy a swing set at some point, probably this spring. Until then, we'll enjoy our time in the trees. And after then, of course. Don't go thinkin' that this mainstream influence will get us out of the trees...

Henry's dictionary

These are some of my favorite Henry words these days.

"Wowa", of course. His favorite word, favorite person. His Noah.
"Nannie"-- Annie, our cat
One of my very favorites-- "Oodie". Henry would be oodie all the time if he could be. In fact, I think he would like it if everyone were oodie. Um, nudie, I mean.
"Ankie". We don't go anywhere without ankie (blankie). Grandma made ankie for us- very special. Noah did not have an attachment object like this. I was/am such a strong advocate of Attachment Parenting that I did not encourage one. By the time Henry arrived my philosophy had, um, matured, I guess. Having an attachment object is only a "problem", I realized, if it is used in place of a person's affection/attention, but not when used in partnership with such attention. More love is good. Ankie and I are peeps. Ankie is good.

The process of speech development just amazes me, like almost everything about child development. Fascinating, precious. Very cool, indeed.

Robots for Papa

"Robots" built especially for Papa, because according to Noah --"Papa really likes robots!".

Are you reading this, Grammie and Papa? We miss you!

Rainy day...

and play dough and pop corn. I found another great play dough recipe, by the way.

http://www.perpetualpreschool.com/cooked_playdough.html

A day spent inside- creating, eating with my guys.

Good stuff.

Hope you all enjoyed your day.

Off to school

Yesterday was my first "helping day" at Noah's Cooperative nursery School. Henry got to have a special morning at home with Daddy, something he does not often get to do.

I think I was more excited than Noah, to get an opportunity to see what my boy does in the big world without me. He especially likes his backpack, taking it off, putting it on himself.

Man, did we get here fast.

Thanks for sharing your morning with me, little man.

Chalk Art

Me: "Noah, tell me about your drawing."

Noah: "It's the letter Love."