This Moment: Gratitude

Playing along with SouleMama today. In her words: {this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see.


In this moment I am so grateful for this little space and the people that it has brought into my life. Thank you for all of your kind words and gestures and for welcoming me into this little online community. I hope that I give back at least as much as I have received.

And a special thanks to Grace for sending Silas this wool diaper cover. As you can see, he loves it!

Yarn Along


Yarning along with Ginny over at Small Things today. I'm just diving in to Farm City by Novella Carpenter and am loving it so far. And I just cast on a baby blanket for Silas...finally! This was on my list of things to do before he was born, but I think it would make a nice Christmas or, perhaps, First Birthday present, no? A cable knit blanket on size 3 needles? Why not!

Wabi-Sabi

Ren over at Lady of the Arts is doing a series of Wabi-Sabi pictures from fellow bloggers and she's inspired me to look around my own space. Wabi-Sabi is the ancient Japanese art of finding beauty in all accepts of life including imperfections. It is based on the elements that nothing lasts, nothing is finished and nothing is perfect. It is about finding perfection in imperfection; an aesthetic centered on the acceptance of transience.


Steve and I spent almost all of the money we got as gifts for our wedding on curtains for our new home. It was December and we were cold and we thought it was a good investment. We got these thermal roman shades for what was his office at the time and what became the baby's room. We didn't do anything as wise as measure our windows before we went to the store and these shades are a good three inches too narrow. They were a bear to install and Steve refused to take them down, saying that we would just live with it. Now they let me see a sliver of sunrise every morning when I'm up to feed and change the babe.


This picture frame has been sitting empty since Silas' birth, waiting for me to choose a photo and get prints made. But instead of being empty, I try to see it as being full of the possibility of his ever changing moments.


This baby romper has been in my work basket for over a year. I still have to knit the hood and stitch it all together even though it will be too small to fit on the babe, not to mention the fact that it's now warm enough that he really has no need for a wool romper. But, this pile of stitches, incomplete as it is, reminds me that the time I could have spent finishing it, I spent with my newborn instead.

Rabbit Rattle


I actually finished it! This project was many firsts for me: my first knitted three dimensional object, the first item that I finished on time, and my first embroidery on a knitted item. Silas even gave me 5 minutes of non-crying time (the only 5 minutes all day!) during which to take pictures. Happy Easter to Mom!


I followed a pattern from Natural Nursery Knits by Erika Knight and used Cashmere Canapa yarn from Hemp for Knitting in latte.


Weekend Review: The Dirty Life by Kristin Kimball

The Dirty Life: A Memoir of Farming, Food, and Love
It would be easy to write-off Kristin Kimball and her memoir of New York writer turned farmer, The Dirty Life: On Farming, Food, and Love (2010), as just another city girl who fell for a country boy as she helps him achieve his dream of owning a farm. But, her story is so much more than that. In this book Kimball chronicles the year in her life in which she meets farmer Mark and with him starts a farm, pioneers a variation on the CSA model, and after their first season, get married. She talks honestly about the rawness of it all: the hard physical labor of farming, but also her emotional journey from yearning to capture a deeper meaning of "home" to making the commitment to work towards creating it.

At its heart, this story is a love letter addressed to a whole community. Kimball doesn't entertain sentimental notions about a bucolic rural life, but she values greatly the people who time and time again come to their aid when they need it most and the ways in which those people are connected to this specific place. She notes how her life experience differs greatly from theirs, but in a way that is free of judgment. She writes of them with respect and, sometimes, awe.

Their motivation for farming is the access to good clean food, for themselves and to share with their neighbors, and of this she writes with much love. To follow how both of them are able to throw together amazing, but simple, meals with the ingredients they produce was inspiring. It really was a joy to read of her journey from Manhattan vegetarian to farmer slaughtering pasture-raised pigs and making blood sausages.

This story of two people who proceed with the faith that as long as they do good, good things will come to them, is heartening. It's enough to make me believe that all of us with dreams of owning a little bit of land and knowing the satisfaction of honest labor can figure out a way to make it work.

This Moment

Playing along with SouleMama today. In her words: {this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see.

Yarn Along: Something for a First Easter


Yarning along with Ginny at Small Things today. I'm loving reading The Dirty Life, my first non-parenting-related selection in quite awhile, and knitting a small rabbit rattle for Silas' first Easter. All that's left is to sew it up, which is what always takes me the longest. But, it shall be completed!

New-Found Talents and Skills


I thought that birth would be the hard part, but really, any mammal can do that. It takes a special kind of mama to not eat her young when times get rough.

I have picked up some unexpected skills since becoming a mother. The top five are:

1. The Playboy Bunny Dip. You know...the oh-so-alluring half turn and backwards lean that the Bunnies do. I have found that in addition to allowing one to coyly not spill a tray of drinks, it also is helpful for not allowing one's infant's neck to flop around while picking up dirty dishes or laundry.

2. The ability to eat breakfast while spilling only a very small amount of poached egg or maple syrup on my son's head.

3. The willingness to lick off said poached egg or maple syrup.

4. The tolerance to listen to the same 4 songs a dozen times within any given 24 hour period.

5. The ability to mentally break down any project into 5 minute segments and to complete each segment with lightning fast precision in the time allotted.

It's been a tough few days. Steve and I take turns filling the roles of depressed-parent-who-thinks-our-son-doesn't-love-him/her-and/or-is-never-happy and the reassuring-parent-who-reminds-us-that-all-things-including-fussiness-are-temporary. Sometimes we feel like we're babysitting and we really wish this kid's parents would get home and pay us our 20 bucks so we can go and get a burger and talk about how that kid would. Not. Stop. Crying. But, that's cool 'cause our kids are never going to be that way, right?

And I'm on to my next 5 minute task...

The Munari

For a brief stint in the early part of the 2000s I lived in Los Angeles. While there I went to a show at a small hole-in-the-wall bar and caught Mary Lynn Rajskub and Karen Kilgariff performing as Girls Guitar Club. I thought they were hilarious and phenomenally talented, which led me to make their songs regular inclusions on all of my mix CDs. "Vintage Store," their most popular song, contains the line, "my grammar school was Montessori," and that show may have been the first time that I heard the term. I only had vague notions of what "Montessori" meant and why it was funny; something about it being a private school that was on the crunchy side of things. Things have changed since then. Mary Lynn Rajskub went on to star in 24 and I moved back to Iowa where I had a baby and suddenly find myself really into all things Montessori.


Even though at times I think all parenting philosophies take themselves a little too seriously, I do dig the Montessori Visual Mobile Series. It makes me feel like I'm doing something active to encourage Silas' development in this time when babes are really just soaking up the world around them. I don't really know if I buy the whole "designed based on a precise formula," but I can say that Silas interacts with his Munari Mobile (the first in the series) very differently than he does with his other mobiles. It holds his attention for an incredibly long time. I watch his eyes as they move from shape to shape as he studies them, his body completely still and relaxed. Then, suddenly, his breathing will get really rapid, he starts kicking his legs and he'll let out a loud coo of delight. It's really something to watch.


I couldn't afford to buy the kit that's offered on the website linked above, so I made my own and it cost me around $5. Below are some notes on my process. It's less of a "tutorial" and more of a "tips and tricks" I learned along the way.

Materials: Clear glass sphere (e.g. Clear Christmas ornament), Black card stock, White card stock, Wooden dowels (I bought two and cut them down to size), Sand paper, White spray paint, Black spray paint, Black duct tape, glue, hot glue gun, hole punch, thread.

The Math: All of the elements are created using a mathematical formula, based on the size of the glass sphere. I used the formula provided on these instructions. It's really not that complicated. Trust me. I have an English degree; math is not usually my friend and I was able to muddle through.

Tips:
1. First figure out the measurements of everything and write them down.
2. Cut your dowels, sand the cut ends as well as the surface until smooth. The longest and the shortest should be painted white and the middle one is black. Once they are dry, tear a thin strip of the black duct tape and wrap around the shortest dowel to create the black/white stripe.
3. Cut out the three black and white shapes. I used a brush to apply the glue and let them all dry between two sheets of paper, under weight, for 2 hours so they wouldn't curl.
4. Assemble. I laid everything out on the table and tied the elements to the dowels based on the schematic. Then, I hung the whole thing up and fiddled with the placement of each element (from top down) until the whole thing was balanced. Then I placed a dot of hot glue where each string was tied around the dowel to hold them all in place.
5. Hang above your babe, listen to a little Girls Guitar Club and enjoy your afternoon!

This Moment

Playing along with SouleMama today. In her words: {this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see.

In my continued efforts to document Silas' mama-mades before he outgrows them, these are his booties. They don't stay on very well, as you can see, but their cuteness factor is pretty high.

Fiber-Forming Substances


My mom saved about a half dozen of my baby clothes for me: some sleepers, my first Christmas dress, adorable ponchos with gnome hoods. I cracked open that box when Silas was born to see if there was anything that would be useful for him.

For myself, I really prefer to wear simple, natural fibers, like cotton. This is for many reasons, but in the end I think they're more comfortable. So, it was really no surprise that I would put a "natural fibers only" condition on clothing for my baby. Pretend fibers were all the rage in the 70s and 80s it seems, because when I looked at the tags of my baby clothes I really had no idea what they were made out of. Nothing as recognizable as "cotton" is listed on these tags. I had to break out my Textiles textbook to read that Vinyon is a "manufactured fiber in which the fiber-forming substance is any long-chain synthetic polymer composed of at least 85% by weight of vinyl chloride units." Not to be confused with Vinal, which is "a manufactured fiber in which the fiber-forming substance is any long-chain synthetic polymer composed of at least 50% by weight of vinyl alcohol units." That sounds about as far from "natural" as you can get.

I wonder what the motivation was to make clothing out of such "fiber-forming substances." Was it the flame retardancy? Cost effectiveness? Ease of care? Or all of the above?

It was really no question as to whether or not Silas (or any of our future children) would wear these. Not a chance. They went right into the Goodwill bag. I have no doubt that this is the right decision for us, but I will admit a twang of nostalgia-disappointment. A part of me thinks it would be really cool to see my baby in clothing that I wore when I was that tiny. But, it quickly passes. My mom was a "saver" and so there are many other family items that I can pass along and incorporate into my babe's childhood. I guess my clothes just won't be one of them.

Mobile Madness

As Silas has longer and longer stretches of awake alert time, I've had to be creative in order to find ways to fill it that are interesting to the both of us. We do lots of walking around the house, looking out the windows at the birds, singing along to Renee & Jeremy songs, and intensely studying the pictures on the walls. He seems pretty content with it all, but this mama needed to re-frame these activities so that they feel, well, like activities. Our time spent looking at mobiles and pictures has been dubbed our "visual acuity time." Stretching on the floor is referred to as our "gross motor skills events." Reading Mother Goose is now a "study session." It's all pretty silly, but it helps me to not take it all too seriously as well as to give some meaning to the order of my day. It helps to buffer the repetitiveness of it all. Feed, change, awake, asleep, repeat.

I've been really obsessed with the idea of making a variety of mobiles for him to look at. There are so many really neat ones out there, but they average $30 to $40, which is just out of our price range. So, I decided to dedicate a goodly sum of my sleeping-baby-time to making them. He gets new images to look at during "visual acuity time" and I get a little bit of creative satisfaction out of making them. Win win.

Assuming there are other new mamas out there who might want to do the same thing (and wanting to practice my tutorial writing skills), I've written a tutorial for the whale mobile that is now hanging over his changing table. It was inspired by a similar one I saw on ebay for $30. Mine uses all materials I found around the house and didn't cost me a thing other than my time. You can view and download a PDF version, complete with template for the hanger here. Let me know what you think.

This Moment

Playing along with SouleMama today. In her words: {this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see.


Trying to get a good photo of the baby beanie hat I knit for the babe. He was havin' none of it.