New Quotes from the Peanut Gallery


Sizing up her grade:
My almost 5 year old girl: “This is a lot of yogurt, Mum! It’s full up to here.”

Me:
“Oh, yeah? If you eat it all up you’ll get really big. You’ll be a giant and you’ll have to be in grade six instead of kindergarten!”

Her, walking by indignantly: “No, that’s silly. If I was a giant I’d be in grade 100!”

Nursing the baby:

Almost 5 year old daughter: “How come you have the milk on both sides?”

Me: “Because I have two breasts and that’s where the milk is made.”

Her: “What if you had three? Here, and here and here.”

Me: “That would be funny. Pig mummies have them all down their bellies so they can feed lots of baby pigs.” 

Her: “And ladies have two in case they have two babies and they’re both hungry at the same time.”

Me: “That’s right.”

Baby Burpin’ Blues

It was a burp 
that woke my baby 
when he was sleepin’
inside his bed 

I thought that bedtime 
was all done now 
until I heard
those piercing cries

It was burp
that woke my baby 
and with tears 
did fill his eyes

I should have burped him 
after I nursed him 
but I clean gone ‘n forgot
 
He was asleepin’
oh, oh, so peaceful 
and I felt free as a bird

It was a burp 
that burst my bubble 
and made bedtime come once again 
Oh, oh, here we go once again!

Summer in Crazy Land


How I have missed blogging much this summer! I’m bursting with ideas but haven’t found enough quiet moments between camping, swimming, visiting friends, researching new homeschool programs for the fall and editing my new poetry book, unexpected blossoming: a journey of grief and hope. This has been a really good process, and quite time-consuming…going over each poem with a fine toothed comb and, on the advice of my big sister (beautiful poet and editor Dymphny Dronyk), making sure that each word, each line break, each bit of punctuation or lack thereof is intentional. The poems were written more as passionate cries from the heart, but it’s been good to read them slowly and try to make sure they express my feelings in the clearest way. 

I’m excited to say that that process is just about finalized and I’m going to place my first bulk order in a day or two. I have been telling lots of people about my book and already have about 125 pre-orders, which means that another 125 will also be ordered and donated to bereaved moms, hospitals, midwife or doctor’s offices, or any other place where families suffering from miscarriage, stillbirth or infant loss could benefit from my poems. I’m also getting my Blurb bookshop set up for online orders, and hope that women around the world will be able to benefit from knowing they are not alone in their grief after losing a baby. 


On top of all this, my little Mr. Baby has combined late night teething and his newfound mobility to keep me on my toes night and day, and my trusted iPad mini conked out for a few weeks—leaving me a strange internet-less vacuum. Happily my sweet techie husband managed to restore it to life by cleaning up the excessive digital load it was storing…kind of like the Internet version of a home rescue. I had 1100 emails (combining inbox, sent, drafts, trash etc) and 1300 photos!! My iPad mini just couldn’t handle this kind of clutter—poor little beast! After loading the pics onto our Mac instead and deleting the insane amount of emails (gah, remind me to stop signing up for things online!), my iPad is purring away again, much to my relief. As my friend Julia put it when I told her it was out of commission: “What!? That’s your life!” 

Does make you wonder though…why this need to keep everything? To read everything? To document everything? To be present everywhere (omnipresent) and to know everything (omniscient)…doesn’t that sound like Someone else’s job? Reflecting on this makes me want to strive for more simplicity. To be fully present where I am, right now, and not feel the need to hang on to old things from the past. I’m just one tiny part of this vast creation, and all I need to do is play my little part with all my heart. The rest will be taken care of by Someone much wiser than me, who doesn’t get overwhelmed by trying to fit so much into one little head!


So I hope you’ll be hearing from me more often as we settle into school this fall…wrapping ourselves in cosy scarves and sweaters and sipping cinnamon dolce latté’s as we watch the scarlet leaves tumbling against steely grey skies…oh, dear, sorry…slipping off into fantasy land! I meant as I juggle 4 homeschoolers and the baby chews my face while my toddler climbs the furniture…

Anyway,  here are a few posts I hope to write soon: 

  1. How to support a bereaved spouse
  2. Baby Burpin’Blues (a bluegrass poem)
  3. Scene Players: making hours of fun games out of stickers and junk mail 
  4. Things you don’t need to bring when camping with kids
  5. Teamwork, happiness and household chores 
  6. Online educational programs I’m excited about this fall

Any votes for which one to write first? Let me know! A huge hug to you all from us here in Crazy Land, and best wishes for a beautiful year of learning ahead!

    The amorous little gentleman

    I was just beginning to write this silly little poem earlier when the baby flung back his arm while nursing and hit “post” long before it was ready. Eek! Sorry for those who received this strange snippet in their inbox! Now that the kids have stopped parachuting off their bunkbeds or other similar gymnastic feats, I’ve been able to finish it. Voilá!

    The amorous little gentleman

    approached with an unabashed smile of delight

    and pulling my hair towards him

    took a generous chomp of my chin.

    He is not at all shy

    but perfectly clear

    that it’s his utter to delight to bite me

    —smooch here and here and here—

    If he weren’t so sweet,

    like a down covered peach,

    perhaps I would try to struggle

    but darling he is,

    I simply give in

    and chubby arms round my neck

    give him a snuggle.

      

    Baby eats out

    Did baby have fun eating out at the swanky vegetarian east-side eatery? 

       

    Why yes! 

        
     

    Forget the yellow curry with taro root, kale, yam, tofu and broccoli.

    The beer pads were delicious!

    One must have priorities, you know. 

      
    And now…enough chatting…back to business! 

     

    The Quotable Boy!

    Tocolate is for cake and it’s really yummy. 

    Can you tate off mine shirt? It is made of peanut butter…and I don’t want it. 

      

    Me: What would you like for dinner, honey?

    Hmmmm, delly beans.

    Me: Anything more dinnery than that?

    Tocolate soup.

    Oh, chocolate soup, eh?

    Alluring Emptiness

    The alluring emptiness of a white page 

    free from clutter and electronic distraction,

    the peacefulness of a smooth sheet

    waiting for my words to gently rest on it…

    Oh, how it calls me

    in the midst of noise and business!

    There, in the silent gaze of the white page,

    my soul is free to unfurl its wings

    and write with feathered quills

    the thoughts that have distilled inside it. 

    Oh blessed quiet 

    in which to hear the silent whispers of my heart,

    to set free the poems

    that have been clinging to my fingertips

    like small birds awaiting flight.

    When you’re a busy mom of seven,

    a quiet moment at the bus-stop 

    with no wifi 

    and only the baby 

    becomes rather more entrancing than it used to be…

    Hey, I’ll take what I can get! 

      

    “P” is for paparazzi…

    No matter what I do, I can’t shake the paparazzi, even when posing as a Hawaiian tourist…They know my every move!

    P is for paparazzi…
    and for pizza…
    and for popsicles!

    I can’t get away with anything before it’s on the news! Mom says she could pretend to be perfect and only put pictures of me eating pears, but she’d rather make you laugh…

     Did it work?

    Bad Day Mama Blues

    Sometimes when you’re tired it feels like the world is ending, even though everything is actually ok. So this is a shout out for all the moms out there who had a bad day, or even a bad week, and don’t want to feel alone. If you’re tired of airbrushed social media images of perfection, this post is for you. 

    So it all started with running out of coffee. Think alarm bells and

    Code red, code red: mom down, mom down!

      

    A disaster of epic proportions…leading to an immediate need to at least consume extra chocolate. So how ’bout you join me? Here’s a chocolate quiz. Eat one chocolate for every time you answer yes (chocolate chip or chocolate bar? That’s up to you!).

    1. Did your baby spit milk on you within 3 minutes of getting dressed? (Hey, good job getting dressed!)
    2. Was there a civil war at breakfast over who was looking at whom, followed by the building of a cereal box wall?
    3. Did you have to chase your naked toddler around the house to get his or her clean diaper on, right before you had to leave?
    4. Did you wonder if climbing the piles of laundry counted as a homeschool sport?
    5. Did your dishes magically reproduce the second your back was turned?
    6. Did you daydream about hammocks and drinks with little umbrellas in them?
    7. Did you feel inadequate or incapable…especially late in the afternoon, during that “witching hour” before dinner?
    8. Are you getting a toothache yet? 🍫🍫🍫
    9. Did your kids run screaming or getting suddenly faint and ill when you mentioned chores?
    10. Did it take three tries to call your child by the right name when correcting them?

    Well, my friends, you’re not alone! Hope you’re munching something yummy, and ignoring those little ugly voices that sneak up when you’re tired and tell you you’re not good enough. If you’re worn down and feel like you have nothing left to give, it’s likely because you gave it all already. Like a fireman, you’ve been putting out fires all day…so the smoke and dust are a sign you’ve worked hard. Battle scars!

    Motherhood is a tough job, and requires all your strength and all your heart. Chances are you’re doing an awesome job…not perfect, but awesome, so keep it up, and here’s to moms everywhere, struggling to love their little ones and make their homes happy, even when disaster strikes, and the coffee runs out! 

    Friday Morning Sleepiness

    Ah, to be a baby…living the dream… Isn’t this what we all want to do on a Friday morning as we clutch our coffee mugs? 😉 
    Well, anyway, back to homeschooling while my daughter holds her sleepy little brother…Hope you all make it through the day and have a great weekend!