Thursday, 31 May 2012

What I Am Into - May 2012

Today I am joining Megan at SortaCrunchy in sharing What I've Been Into this past month.


What I Am Into :: MAY 2012

On My Nightstand:

I've just finished Part 1 of Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can't Stop Talking by Susan Cain, and already I've lost count of how many times I have told my husband how awesomely amazing this book is. Everyone in the whole entire world should read this book, introvert or not. I want to draw pink sparkly hearts all over its cover, but alas, the library would not appreciate my visual enthusiasm. I love this book.

I've also started Gordon Fee's How to Read the Bible for All Its Worth, O. M. Bakke's When Children Became People: The Birth of Childhood in Early Christianity, and Ruth Beechick's The Three R's. I need a good fiction book to read now that I've finally made it through Christopher Paolini's massive but worthy conclusion to the Inheritance Cycle series, Inheritance.

Want to Read:

Next up, after finishing one or two of my current books, is Surprised by Hope: Rethinking Heaven, the Resurrection, and the Mission of the Church by N. T. Wright. I'm also looking forward to reading through Your Amazing Newborn by Marshall Klaus, in mental preparation for having a newborn again late this summer.

T.V. Show Worth Watching:

I'm currently mourning the series finale of House. Oh, House. I will miss you.

Movies I've Seen:

The four of us watched We Bought a Zoo during our last family movie night. Other than mentally cringing at a couple of words I hoped the kids wouldn't pick up on, the show was excellent. Not at all what I expected, but in a good way. Definitely a worthwhile watch and one we're likely to watch again.

I was really hoping to see both The Hunger Games and The Avengers in theater, but so far babysitting just hasn't worked out. May was a busy month! Still crossing my fingers that we'll find time to fit one or both of those in before they're not playing in theaters anymore.

In My Kitchen:

I've been incredibly frustrated lately by my persistent lack of appetite this pregnancy. It has made meal planning a torturous weekly process. I don't want to think about food, plan food, cook food, or eat food. Fortunately, the husband has been a big help both with meal planning and cooking, so that makes the whole thing a bit more bearable. Still, we've had some definite meal successes this month.

PhD in Parenting's zucchini bread/muffins have continued to garner praise from family and company alike. The only change I make to her fantastic recipe is to reduce the chocolate chips by half. The muffins are great for on-the-go snacks while the bread is perfect for company or potlucks. If I only have a small zucchini, I'll add a grated carrot or two and it still tastes great. Sometimes I'll replace all of the zucchini with carrot and the chocolate chips with raisins; again, it always turns out delicious. Love this recipe.

Both these lemon sugar cookies and these honey roasted red potatoes have received enthusiastic appreciation from the husband. The leftover potatoes were even better the next day, sliced, fried, and served with fried eggs and toast. That was a breakfast that won't easily be topped anytime soon.


I'm always watching for good stir fry sauce recipes, so I was thrilled to find this collection of 15 delicious-sounding recipes. It's been great to have something new to try instead of our usual stir fry sauce. So far we've particularly enjoyed the sweet and sour ones served with a stir fry of beef and various vegetables.

In My Ears:

I cannot even tell you how much I am currently despising Wee Sing Dinosaurs right now. The boys, however, love it. When they're not asking to listen to it, they're singing it. Loudly. And when they're not singing it, the songs are playing in my head anyway. Loudly.

As far as adult music goes, though, I've been enjoying Jenny & Tyler's Faint Not album. I like the sound of this new-to-me duo. We've also been listening to a lot of Beatles songs lately, thanks to a recent purchase of Rock Band: The Beatles. Super makes me proud to hear my kids singing "Hello, Goodbye" and other Beatles songs. Now there's good music, kids. Forget that dinosaur garbage.

Pinterest Finds:

Ah, Pinterest, the newest online potshot target. I am so entirely sick of reading such sarcastic statements as "it may not be pinnable, but it was fun all the same" and all the many variations thereof. What does that even mean? Pinterest is an excellent visual bookmarking tool, and if some people misuse it to create some sort of perfect fantasy life, well, so be it. The rest of us are busy visually bookmarking the useful ideas and recipes we see, no longer to be lost in the abyss of yesteryear's bookmark folders. Anyway, on to what I'm loving on Pinterest lately:



My newest favourite pinner is Wee Folk Art. Their boards are beautiful and their pins both inspiring and useful. I absolutely adore their rainbow gazing board; so much cheerful beauty. It always makes me smile to see new pins added to that board.



Love the detailed tutorial for this car trash bag or reusable lunch bag. This bag instantly became my next sewing project; I plan on lining it with ripstop nylon and keeping it in the car in hopes of preventing all those bits of garbage from taking over my floor and seats. Hey, it could happen.



My next go-to rainy day activity will be this LEGO maze. Build, find a marble, and have fun! The boy will love this, and I'm pretty excited about it myself.

What I'm Looking Forward to in June:

I'm kind of amazed at how quickly June's calendar is filling up: block parties, homeschooling get-togethers, family visits, birthdays, and more. It should be a great month, and I am very much looking forward to more sunshine and warm weather.

Well, friends, that is What I've Been Into this past month. What about you?

Tuesday, 29 May 2012

How to End a Day

Every night it's the same. I sit with my two boys until the little one falls asleep, and then I quietly slip out, leaving the older one with his lamp and his stack of books.

After he's read for a while, I hear his quiet footsteps as he comes out to find me.

Mommy, he whispers, can you come for a little snuggle?

I come.

As I settle myself down on the floor beside his bed, he asks me his question, always the same question: What was the best part of your day?

The best part of my day. Sometimes the answer comes without hesitation. Our walk through the forest or baking cookies with you or when our friends came to visit or when we read all those books this morning. He'll smile and sometimes he'll agree; other times he'll have his own moment, and it's rarely quite what I would have expected.

Some days, though, I have to dig deeper to find my answer. He waits patiently, never rushing me, as I think through those long days in search of some nugget of goodness to share. He doesn't let me get away with a careless "I don't know" - no, each day must have something good in it.

He's right. Even on those days when everything seems to have gone wrong, I can always manage to find something to share with him if I think long enough. Maybe it's as simple as a particularly good meal or as unnoteworthy as stepping outside to check the mail, filling my lungs with damp spring air. Always, though, there's something, and this little child is the one who draws it out of me on those days when I can't easily see it myself.

He thinks these nightly snuggles are for him - and they are - but they're for me too. On those nights when I go into that room reluctantly, ready to be off-duty after the day's work, gratitude reminds me that it wasn't all work. There was beauty and joy, too, however small the moment was or however blind I was to it at the time. I leave that room feeling lighter, because what else can gratitude do?

Thank you, sweet child, for reminding me to end each day with thanksgiving.

Saturday, 26 May 2012

Weekend Reading

Thursday, 24 May 2012

Rest in quiet trust

For thus said the Lord God, the Holy One of Israel,
"In returning and rest you shall be saved;
in quietness and in trust shall be your strength."

- Isaiah 30:15a

In returning and rest, in quietness and in trust. His Word never fails to bring reassurance to my tired soul.

Oh Lord, You are so good.

And yet how easily I forget. I feel the urging of our culture, both within and outside of the church, to do more, be more, try harder, strive further, argue louder, follow this simple formula to improve yourself/your marriage/your kids in Six Easy Steps. Again and again He reminds me that this quiet life is enough. His burden is light; rest in quiet trust.

My prayers have felt like this lately. Words don't come easily, so I simply sit. I soak in His presence. I breathe in His peace. I listen more than I talk. I carry that steady communion with me as I continue with my day, and it is good. It is good to simply sit and rest, to be still and quiet before the One who formed me and knows me and loves me. Somehow the silence feels full even when my words feel empty. He is there.

May your weekend be filled with quiet rest.

Monday, 21 May 2012

NPN Blog Hop: Preparing for Baby the Natural Way

Welcome to the monthly NPN Blog Hop! Each month, one volunteer with the Natural Parents Network will host this hop, giving you a chance to discover new natural parenting blogs as well as to link up and share your favorite posts. You will find some great new blogs while exposing your blog to a potential boost in new readers as well. Topics will change monthly but stay in line with the natural parenting philosophy and lifestyle.



May’s theme is Preparing For Baby The Natural Way!

How To Participate:


Share your favorite post that coincides with the monthly topic. Add your URL in the linky form below. The linky will be available until this coming Sunday, May 27th at 11:59pm, so feel free to link up your post any time this week! Your post does not have to be new, just on topic.

We would love for you to grab the html for the Natural Parents Blog Hop button and either add it to your blog sidebar or as a picture in your actual blog post:


Visit some of the other blog posts that are linked up for the week, and be sure to leave them a comment letting them know that you are visiting from the Natural Parents Blog Hop. If time is not on your side, please at least click on the post immediately before yours on the linky list and leave a comment. The #1 link on the list can comment on a post on our current host's blog. The more support we can lend each other, the better!

Be sure to stop by the official NPN Blog Hop page on the Natural Parents Network site. You can find links to previous blog hops as well as find out when and where the next hop will be!


Memories of Weaning: Unique and Gentle

Welcome to the Carnival of Weaning: Weaning - Your Stories

This post was written for inclusion in the Carnival of Weaning hosted by Code Name: Mama and Aha! Parenting. Our participants have shared stories, tips, and struggles about the end of the breastfeeding relationship.
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Twice now, it's happened: my babies have weaned.

While my approach has been similar with each of them - partial weaning initiated by me, ultimate weaning left up to them - their two stories are entirely unique, just as the boys themselves are. It's a wonderful thing to watch them grown in their own unique ways, but it's a strange feeling, too, to witness them leaving behind a stage in their lives.

These are their stories of weaning.

Weaning My Oldest: Sweet and Sentimental

At one year, my first son's diet was mainly breastmilk. We had introduced solids at six months, but those first several months of solid food were more for play and experimentation than anything else. Believing in a baby-led-solids approach, he was offered food that he could self-feed. Just as feeding on cue had, this allowed him to follow his natural appetite in choosing when and how much to eat. It wasn't until he was about 15 months old that he began to eat significant amounts of solid food.

When he was 18 months old and no longer relying on breastmilk as his main source of nutrition, I began to cut back on the number of his nursing sessions. Still infertile at this point, I was beginning to resent breastfeeding and knew that it was time to make that change before our nursing relationship was adversely affected. I gradually cut back on our daytime nursing sessions until he was nursing only three times a day - morning, before his afternoon nap, and at bedtime. It was a slow and gentle process with little upset, but it was a difficult decision to make nonetheless. Even in hindsight, I am not convinced that it was the right choice to make, but neither am I convinced it was the wrong one. It simply is what it is.

I was positively thrilled when, 21 months after my first son was born, my period finally returned. I began to truly enjoy nursing my toddler in a way that, until then, had been clouded by frustration over its corresponding lack of fertility. I had love the warm snuggliness of nursing a newborn, the sweet silliness of nursing a happy baby, and the precious bonding of nursing a yearling, but this business of nursing a toddler was something entirely different. There were the breastfed dinosaurs and cars. The sly requests for milk when he knew the answer would be no, and the laughing attempts to latch on anyway. The sleepy cuddles while nursing in the morning. The relief of being able to nurse a sick child who would eat and drink nothing else.

When we found that we were joyfully expecting our second child, I was grateful for each week that my milk supply remained unaffected. I temporarily returned to work full time, and while I was sad to leave my son, it was a good four months of bonding between him and his dad. Because I left before he woke up, he no longer nursed in the morning. For a while he would nurse when I came home for lunch, but it wasn't long before he stopped asking and we simply ate lunch together. As my sensitivity to nursing grew along with my stomach, I nightweaned him, which he accepted with relative ease. In this way, he went from three nursing sessions a day plus nightwakings, to only one nursing session at bedtime. He was a little over two years old at this point.

Then my milk supply disappeared, and the pain while nursing increased. I began to shorten the length of time for which I would nurse him at bedtime, replacing that nighttime routine with other methods of comfort. By the time he was two and a half, he nursed for only a minute or less at bedtime. Then it was mere seconds. Then it was less than a second - not even a real latch on. I joked to my husband that he was just "kissing them goodnight" by that point. One night, instead of wanting milk, he asked to lay on them, leaning against my bare chest for a short while before climbing in bed. Then...nothing.

Not that he ignored them. Not at all! He just seemed to transfer their possession to his yet-to-be-born little brother. He had been aware for a long time that he would have to share mommy's milk with the new baby. Now that he was done nursing, he was content to hand them over entirely. Any mention of them was done in conjunction with the baby. He no longer asked to nurse, but he would occasionally state that when the milk came back after the baby was born, he could have mommy's milk again.

He never did. While he often watched the baby nurse and commented on the baby having mommy's milk, he never once asked to have any himself. It was with both relief and disappointment that I could say it officially - my little boy was weaned.

He was growing up.

Our nursing relationship had been a precious time. Its comfort has now been replaced with other comforts, its bonding has been replaced with other activities, and its nutrition is no longer relied upon. While I still question the limits imposed at 18 months, and wonder how long he would have nursed if not for the pregnancy, it was done, for the most part, on his terms and in his timing.

Weaning My Youngest: Easy and Unexpected

Our second son was born soon after our first had weaned. He, too, had a smooth start to breastfeeding, and I enjoyed the lack of pain this second time around.

With my younger son, I found I had a less romantic and more practical view of breastfeeding. He needed to be fed and I had just the tools for the job. He seemed to feel likewise; unlike my oldest, who would nurse for long sessions at a time, this one was a very "get down to business" sort of baby. And comfort nursing? Don't even think about it. Yet on difficult days, when my nursling and I found ourselves feeding off each other's grumpiness, nursing allowed us to take a break and quietly snuggle and reconnect, walking away a few minutes later in much better spirits.

After passing the one year mark, we became fully entrenched in the typical early-toddler stage of increased nursing. He wanted to nurse constantly. This was an adjustment for me after his first year of nursing only for nourishment, but I soon got used to our new normal. With each passing month, my "not right now's" slowly began to increase. It was less deliberate than the nursing session reduction that I put in place when my oldest was 18 months. By 18 months with the younger one, his main nursing sessions happened at naptime and bedtime, when he would nurse most or all of the way to sleep. During the remainder of the day, I would generally accommodate his requests for milk, but sometimes I would offer a drink, snack, or activity in its place.

For the next few months, the same pattern remained in place. He passed the intense early-toddler stage and then, to my surprise, began to drop nursing sessions all on his own. He nightweaned himself. He stopped nursing at naptime and bedtime himself. He asked less frequently during the day. It was so different than my experience with my first son; I didn't quite know what to make of it.

22 months after his birth, my period returned at last, and soon we were expecting our third child. Nursing became only slightly more painful, a welcome change from my first experience of nursing while pregnant. And still he continued to nurse less with no prompting from me.

By the time he turned two, he was barely nursing at all. Sometimes he would go days without and I would wonder if he had weaned, only to have him ask to nurse again later that day. After a two-week long stretch, I was sure he was done; again he proved me wrong by sleepily snuggling against me to nurse early one morning. I remember kissing his head and inhaling his sweet smell. I remember the feeling of his little body tucked against me, and I remember how heartwarming it felt after its two week absence. I also remember that it was the last time he ever nursed.

He wasn't even two and a half. Although there was again a sense of both relief and disappointment, the disappointment was stronger this time. It had been so abrupt, so different than the long and slow process my older child had taken. I was plagued with self-doubt: Had I turned him down too often? Was it my fault he had weaned? Was it because of me that he had lacked the strong emotional connection to breastfeeding that my older child had had?

Now when he sees my breasts, he talks about how the baby will drink Mommy's milk one day. He never asks for milk himself or suggests, as his older brother had, that he too will have milk when it returns after the baby is born. He's done, and he's okay with it.

And I'm learning to be okay with it too.

Preparing for a New Nursling

Now here I am again, preparing to begin from the start, a sweet little baby to nurse over the next months and years. More darling gazes, more tiny hands patting my side, more lovely milk breath; more spit up, more wet shirts, more laundry; more nourishment, more bonding, more comfort. I look forward to watching the evolution of another nursing relationship, with its myriad of benefits and its own beautifully unique path. I expect that this new child's eventual weaning will be much the same as that of his older brothers, with partial weaning initiated by me and ultimate weaning left up to him, a gradual and gentle process that evolves along with the individual child.

Despite the questions, self-doubt, and second guessing myself, my experiences with weaning two children have also given me a renewed confidence. When someone warns me that my babies will never wean if I nurse on demand, I can think back to my own boys' weaning stories, each one unique in how it happened but equally gentle in its approach. However it happens, whatever their stories, whatever their ages, my babies will one day wean, and we will move together into a new stage in our relationship.

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Thank you for visiting the Carnival of Weaning hosted by Dionna at Code Name: Mama and Dr. Laura at Aha! Parenting.


Please take time to read the submissions by the other carnival participants (and many thanks to Joni Rae of Tales of a Kitchen Witch for designing our lovely button):


Saturday, 19 May 2012

Weekend Reading