Babies

Hippy Mamas and Heavenly Baby Wipes.

I’ve been wanting to make my own baby wipes since kingdom come. Or at least since I started having babies, five years ago! I remember my Mom making her own (yeah, she was cool like that!) when my youngest siblings were babies. Something about the smell or the feel or the way the lightly scented… read more

The Chaotic. And a Few Things I know.

It’s been a bit chaotic around here. Baby boy’s been squealing from bellyaches, Beanstalk’s been asking “why” and I’ve been jostling and juggling and answering questions. I’ve been chopping veggies, packing lunches, and buttoning up princess dresses with one hand, bouncing baby in the other….Holding and swaddling, explaining and swaying. I’ve been returning phone calls, taking orders, and… read more

On Odorless Poop and Waking up From the Fog.

So you’ve been heavily sedated for over two weeks now, inoculated by the deepest love and the strongest bond known to man. And now you’re waking up. Slowly but surely, you’re coming out of that euphoria-induced trance of peach fuzz and heaven-scented baby scalp and the innocent little squeaks of a newborn. Little by little, you’re coming out of that intoxication of soft… read more

Ode to Birth. And the Life Thereafter.

I feel the light drawing me forward, pushing me gently toward the epitome of bliss that awaits my being when I meet eternity in that thing I have created, that soul I have nurtured. Veins pulse with excitement, the heart races and my body crashes  against the waves of doubt, of breathless fear and awestruck fury. Like the… read more

Happy Little Finds: Lavender in My Mailbox!

What could be better than a happy little surprise landing in the middle of your otherwise ordinary day? Um….when that surprise comes in your mailbox, of course! The other day I received one such happy surprise, in the form of a cardboard box filled with all kinds of natural, herb-y things from two of my dear… read more

On Resting and Riding Horses.

I am writing to let you know that I will not be posting in my weekly health series this week. And that I will be riding horses and continuing to recover from my brother-in-law’s wild wedding, instead. I will also henceforth, be resting my tailbone from the nineteen hours of travel it took to get to… read more

He or She?

This time, I wanted to discover the answer to that question in a fun way. Perhaps a trip to an exotic place where John and I run up a long, grassy hill and some random person hands us an envelope at the top …like they do on The Amazing Race or something. Perhaps while dining at our favorite restaurant, pink or blue confetti drops out of the ceiling. Or I open a… read more

On Dyeing Eggs. And Coming Alive!

I’m almost ready for Easter, now that I’ve cleared out the leftover Valentine’s paraphinilia, brought some greens in, thought about planting seeds, gotten my life back, and then got buried in seven inches of snow. Ok, so maybe not quite ready for Easter, but I’m definitely ready for Spring! Ready for baby chicks and robin eggs and the color… read more

A Tea-Stained Valentine.

My little beanstalk has been talking about Valentine’s Day for weeks now. “Mama, I made something for you. It’s for Valentime’s…Mama, when is it going to be Valentime’s…?? Mama…are you going to make something for me?” You would think it was Christmas or something. I knew when I drug my half-nauseous pregnant self out of bed this… read more

My Mother’s Daughter.

Sometimes I catch a glimpse of my Mom, in the mirror. I catch myself saying things that sound just. like. her. But never am I more my mother’s daughter, than when I am decorating a birthday cake for MY daughter. Well, ok, except when I suddenly decide to bake cookies at nine o-clock on a Saturday night.… read more