Monday, February 25, 2013

Digging out and catching up

It has been a lovely week. Sara was here! We talked and walked and hiked and talked and sat and talked some more. Oh, and we made and ate delicious meals. We did yoga! We made big plans to go snowshoeing up the Poudre Canyon (equipment rented and a fridge stocked with hearty sandwich fixins'), but our plans were foiled by.... snow. That's right. It snowed. A lot. It was not a day for piloting the Prius up 5 000 ft (to 10 000 ft!) along a slippery mountain road. This probably came as no surprise to anyone who checked the weather, but somehow despite all our planfulness, this collection of humans forgot to do that sensible little act.

Anyway, today the sunshine is out with all its Colorado lumens, so we're ready for the Big Melt. I'm still sorting through my photos so there is more to come, but in the mean time here is a little man in a little sled (which he was actually pretty ambivalent about but was fun for me).

Saturday, February 16, 2013

I live here

Sometimes I'm just surprised to find myself here. Sometimes I'm surprised to find myself pleasantly surprised!


Friday, February 15, 2013

Thursday, February 14, 2013

A love, not shared

Hey! It is Valentines day. Time to share the love, right? That is what I thought too, which is why I thought it would be a nice morning to share my love of peanut butter with my funny special valentine, my son. (The other love of my life already knows all about peanut butter). Much to my great great sadness, it seems that the love is not shared. In fact, if the hives which broke out all over the little man's face, neck and chest are any indication, it is more than a distaste for peanuts.
P and I are looking for other explanations (unripe pears? mystery cleaning products?), but I'm starting to wonder whether we have a peanut allergy on our hands. Apart from my deep personal sadness about this potential (I am basically a nut butter monster (and before you blame me, there is no science supporting the old idea that one shouldn't eat peanuts in pregnancy!)), the real person affected would of course be Heiko. But, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's hope there is some other explanation.
And to put it all in perspective, although a peanut allergy would be a big drag, the wandering parent-mind can think of far, far worse things. On a happy but 'wow' note, I know a gal in town whose son had a heart transplant when he was only a few days old. He is now a thriving toddler, with a very brave mama. So, with that in mind, I'm sure we can handle a peanut allergy. And, he can at least wear peanut-coloured pants. 

Happy nut-free hearts people!
Love,
e

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Double digits

Heiko is ten months old today! What? TEN! 1-0! A senior baby.

(P took that funny picture, by the way.) He is getting so independent, working his way all over everywhere. Around and around the coffee table he goes, shrieking all the way.
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Somehow I feel a little happier about this anniversary than some of the previous ones. The trouble is that it all goes so quickly. It is hard not to try to hold on, and want to slow it all down. But this little man just keeps getting to be more and more fun, so I say, let's go!

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Putting down roots (and love in the parentheses ♥)

Sometimes it seems that P and H and I are destined to be itinerant forever... always moving around for jobs and opportunities and travelling for family and work. I wonder when we'll be able to put down some roots, and plant some fruit trees.
The other day we realized that we don't have any indoor plants in this sunny window-ed place. So, that original loveliness is back (looking back, how appropriate that 365 lovelinesses began and ended with my sweetheart ♥). Date, squash (for the garden, later) and lemon seeds. I need to remember to find a pomegranate so I can grow another pure loveliness. Conveniently our warm seed sprouting mat has already been out, incubating my other living project and science experiment, Kombucha. So, here we grow: sprouts and SCOBYs. (Another pingram parenthetical remark, this time on a SCOBY note: 100% rye sourdough is on the menu this evening (with mushroom soup!), which means more of these are required here ♥♥♥♥♥♥).

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Becoming That Mom

Have I mentioned mom and baby yoga around here? I have been going fairly consistently since Heiko was born. First, in Toronto I had a lovely, caring, how-are-you-feeling-today kind of class (/support group). Then, after arriving in Fort Collins, I was thrown into the wacky world of Ena's "Mom'n'me" class.

At first I hated it. It couldn't be more different than my Toronto experience. Ena is.... loud. She is giggly. She loves doing very weird pranayama (breathing) exercises. She self-describes her teaching style as "crazy intuitive". But more than anything, I didn't like the fact that the class involved a very mixed age group of so-called babies, from six week old melty little lumps to full-on running around toddlers.

In particular, there was one little girl who seemed to have it out for my precious, sensitive and inert four month old Heiko. I'll call her "Cassie" (which as an aside, I have declared the quintessential Colorado name, along with "Dusty" for a dude). One day she even hit him in the head with a full sized doll. It was annoying. I couldn't relax into anything (let alone do a downward dog), since my eyes had to be constantly measuring the distance between Cassie and Heiko. It irritated me (how un-yogic!) that Cassie's mother didn't seem to be bothered by Cassie's free range tendencies. She had no trouble closing her eyes and sinking deeply into all of her poses. Finally, after the doll hitting episode, Ena gently suggested to Cassie's mother that it was time for Cassie to "graduate", and I breathed a sigh of relief. That is when I really started to appreciate the magic of Ena in all her nuttiness and I looked forward to the weekly class. Through all the challenges of getting out the door with an ever changing nap and eating schedule, Ena's class was pretty much the only thing Heiko and I always seemed to consistently get to each week.

Fast forward five months. Today I took Heiko back to mom'n'me yoga, after more than two month's hiatus. It was great to see Ena again, but.... so much has changed. Heiko has changed.
While he isn't walking yet, Heiko is hyper mobile, even compared to some of the older babies in the class. And what is more, he isn't shy AT ALL. This is a new side of Heiko for me to witness, since we haven't done very much socializing with other kids in several months. He visited with all of the other babies, crawling to each of them to touch their hair, hands, faces and toys. And much to my horror, he seemed magnetically drawn to the tiny, sighing and sweetly sleeping six week old in her car seat. What is worse, some of the other babies seemed to watch this with interest, and then also become interested in the littlest attendee. Her mother assured me that it was "OK", but oh no, I knew that it was not OK. Not at all.

While Heiko may have suddenly morphed into Mr. Cassie, I'd like to think that I haven't become Cassie's mother. I did spend a fair amount of time chasing Heiko around, striking a yoga pose when and where the opportunity presented it (my mat was quickly abandoned). And my eyes were mostly aware of where the little man was roaming. Mostly.
What astounds me is just how social Heiko has become. Where he gets this, I have no idea. I actually saw the same thing at the library story hour yesterday during the free play period. He was e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e., following kids through the big plastic crawling tubes and chewing on all of everyone's everything (countdown to illness in three, two, one....). It is amazing. And it is kind of terrifying. Is this my nightmare of the super-extroverted hockey-playing child coming true? (Just thought I'd throw that hockey thing in there... can't think of a smellier, colder and less fun sport, though of course I'd support our man in this interest, should it present itself.). Guess we'll just have to wait and see!

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Like mother like son.

It is funny to find new things that Heiko finds interesting. Turns out he really likes scarves, just like me. I know I have been overusing the high-contrast black and white setting on my camera, but this was just calling out for it. Please excuse me.

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Crawling around, outside edition


It has been so nice here lately. Our house faces south, and in the late afternoons the porch and front walkway are toasty and warm. Today H roamed around a little out there. Pinecones and grasses and sticks oh my. 

Friday, February 1, 2013

Savannah Smiles

Yesterday H had his nine-month "well baby" appointment. The verdict is that he is doing really well, yay! I always have a fear that because he is such a willowy little gentleman, he will get hit with that "failure to thrive" label, how terrible that would be? But thrive he does. His new favourite activity is walking the dining room chairs around. As a special surprise bonus, no shots required this time around. Woo.

In other news, we are trying out some of the American Girl Guide cookies. I was surprised when I asked the wee guide on my doorstep what kinds of cookies she had. She rattled off some names that seemed to bear no resemblance to words I know like "chocolate", "mint", or "vanilla". I asked her which were the best, and without even a moments hesitation she said "Savannah Smiles". So that is what we have. Turns out they are lemon flavoured. Also, they are disgusting. I googled around a little to find out whether this is just the way that these cookies are now, but apparently American and Canadian guides are pushing totally different product.

In an unsurprising and characteristically no-fun-at-all way, I'm also not sure how I feel about the whole principle of kids selling cookies. Here is what the US Guides website says about what is really going on when I buy those Savannah Smiles: "When a Girl Scout sells you cookies, she's building a lifetime of skills and confidence. She learns goal setting, decision making, money management, people skills, and business ethics—aspects essential to leadership, to success, and to life.  By putting her mind and energies to something, a Girl Scout can overcome any challenge. There are no limits. She can be anything. She can do anything."

Hmm. Really? Well, maybe that is a bit of a stretch, but it probably could teach responsibility. At some point I sold chocolate covered almonds to raise money for a dance outfit (all white unitard for dance, modern dance that is), but I honestly think I ate 90% of the almonds myself. That was definitely not responsible, though I did learn how delicious those things are, and I probably contributed to the excellent fit of the unitard. Speaking of responsibility, here is something interesting (three years old but still relevant judging from the Smiles ingredients) about the use of palm oil in Girl Guide cookies. I think I'll have to add "the ethical nag" to my blog reader so I can expand my repertoire of no-fun ideas. 
Well, reservations aside, I'm kind of hoping another guide comes to the door so that I can try one of the other flavours. No Savannah Smiles were consumed in the writing of this post. OK, they were. Just by me though, and there aren't any white unitards in my future. On Heiko and cookies? A topic for another post I think.