We were out the door bright and early on Monday morning, but I managed to take a couple extra minutes to snap some photos of the kids. Norah wanted to tell us she is “TWO!”
Jude was unbelievably excited about his new backpack (Star Wars!) but also pretty nervous about school, I think. He was a mess of tears the night before about little things completely unrelated to school. Then as we pulled in the parking lot on Monday, he said, “Mama, why does my tummy hurt?” Apparently he is old enough to get nervous and unlucky enough to inherit mom’s intense brain-tummy connection. It’s enough to make your heart sting when you hear fear in their little voices.
But the second we walked in the class, he ran to play side-by-side at the blocks table with a friend he’s been missing this summer. And as I picked them up on Monday, he said it was a “super fun day, Mom!”
It always feels good to see your kids do scary things or hard tasks and come out feeling proud of their work and ready for the next day. Here’s to a great school year and the thrill of new experiences!
We’re enjoying our last few days of summer here, but I always feel a little guilty about the things that didn’t get done. As a teacher, I tend to make a big long list of goals and projects when I see those weeks stretched before me and it seems like we have so much time off. But then the days fly by, and though I’ve managed to get a lot done, there are inevitably things that didn’t happen.
I’m focusing on what my friend calls the “ta-da list” instead of the to-do list though. In hindsight, I managed to accomplish a lot – especially with two little kids underfoot. I did some fun things with the family — we picked strawberries, spent a day at the science museum, explored the farmer’s market a few times, and of course ventured to Mexico for a little trip. I read a good bit – for my current season of life at least. An unlikely favorite was this non-fiction work I read. I also loved Elizabeth Gilbert’s The Signature of All Things as a stand-out read of the summer. I had a great anniversary date with Scott and a few just-because dates. I hung out with girlfriends and nurtured friendships with a few outings and dinner clubs.
I’ve also been reading a lot about health and nutrition a lot these days as a new interest of mine. I always hated science in school, biology included. But sometimes I wish I could go back and see those classes with a different perspective now that I’ve gained an interest in childbirth and pediatrics and nutrition and food. I heard a fascinating interview on NPR last weekend that made me want to buy the book and read more about the value of particular foods, so I downloaded it on my Kindle last night and have just begun reading it. It’s interesting for me to consider how my eating habits have changed over the last few years and how it all happens in little steps. But now that we are past the purge of processed food and such, I am reading and exploring about the more specific aspects of nutrition and especially those foods that fight cancer, inflammation, and chronic diseases.
On that note, I’ve been learning a lot more about gut health and it’s role in our immune systems, and at the encouragement of a friend, I started brewing my own water kefir which is not nearly as gross or complicated as it probably sounds. One shot-sized portion is equal to something like 30 probiotic pills, and my kids are starting to request it by name. Anything I can do to combat the germs of the school year is a must for me. We spent so much time last winter sick, and I am really hoping for better results this year as it’s their second year in full-time school and I’ve added a few immune-boosting routines for us.
My other big discovery this summer has been playing around with essential oils. I ordered a kit and became addicted to a lavender-cedarwood mix at night to enhance sleep. There are also some pretty convincing studies out there connecting Thieves oil with immunity, so I’m willing to give that one a try during this school year as well. It’s been a fun endeavor to experiment with different scents and combinations.
We head back to school on Monday, and I’m feeling rested and ready. It’s been such a good summer, and like every other occasion lately, it slipped through my fingers so quickly. I’m working hard to savor the months ahead in the fall and remember that even the bumpy transition of August can have its fun excitement. I’m hoping to get in an evening swim, a donut date, and some back porch sippin’ this weekend as we count down to a new year. Cheers, summer 2014. You were a good one.
It’s been about two weeks since I last posted here. We have eleven days of summer break left. (But who’s counting?) Next week will be a combination of trying to squeeze out the last little bits of it and tackling a few tasks and appointments that meandered their way on my schedule without asking me first.
I have very mixed feelings about waving goodbye to summer. As I type this, I just got Norah down for a nap, Jude is happily stringing beads I got for $7 at Wal-Mart recently which predictably scattered all over my hardwood floors, and my house is embarrassingly cluttered and messy in every single corner. Working outside the home has its challenges, and I will miss leisurely mornings and lazy time with my kids. But I also see them (especially Jude as the older one) craving social time and focused activity, and I am ready for our schedule again.
You know summer has run its course when you somewhat look forward to packed lunches again. (In two months I won’t believe I ever said that!) I’m consuming far too much coffee because it’s here for the taking, and staring blankly at the fridge at lunch time seems like a luxury at first, but it never results in something good when you have two kids underfoot and 90 seconds to put something together. Planning and routine and consistency and all of that practical stuff does hold a little comfort. And as much as I hate the shock of August, I love the months to come. September’s change of seasons is always welcome.
We’ve had so much fun this summer though. A few memories I’m sharing here from the month of July so that I don’t forget them…..
Making mud pies and lots of backyard play time.
An infected bug bite that landed us in the ER because apparently cellulitis can escalate quickly! A ridiculously strong antibiotic for ten days, and all is fine now. It made for an memorable, if exhausting, evening for Jude and me.
Afternoon naps in the oasis of air conditioning. There’s nothing like July in the deep south.
The science museum in a superhero cape.
And far too many mornings spent at the donut shop!
I have so many other things I want to share, and I hope to write more soon. Enjoy the last bits of summer, wherever it finds you!
We heard about a local sunflower farm that is only a few minutes from our house and decided to check it out last weekend.
I am trying to be conscious about being more present with my kids, in the truest sense – meaning not taking photos of everything all the time. It’s so easy to get caught-up in social media and taking photos when we have these little devices in our pockets all day and such cute little subjects. Sunday was an exception though in that the entire reason we went was simply to take photos of the kids and explore a local find. Jude picked out his own clothes that morning, so I just went with it and told him I’d put sister in blue to match.
So we get there, and there were gorgeous fields of tall sunflowers as far as you could see. And barns and fences and old shady trees and every perfect photo spot you could imagine.
But after three whole minutes of trying to snap a photo or two, Jude decided he would refuse to participate. And no amount of bribing or threatening or asking nicely or encouraging could work to convince him otherwise. So it might look picturesque, but here is the other [whole] story.
It’s such a hard balance as a parent – deciding what hill you choose to die on, so to speak. What battles to pick. Like do I really care all that much that he refuses to take photos when I ask him lately? Or that he tells me “no, I don’t feel like it” when I ask him to hug grandparents goodbye as they leave? Or that he has suddenly decided that every command and request on my part is a signal for refusal and negotiation? The answer is yes and no. It depends on what trait we’re talking about and what day you ask me. Sometimes it feels like an important battle worth fighting. Sometimes it doesn’t.
I read this great little essay last week, and number two really struck a chord with me. I can see characteristics emerging in my two already. Norah is incredibly shy in larger groups of people, and she has to warm up to new situations. There is no amount of urging or expecting or being pushy that changes this, in fact those actions usually lead to worse behavior. With Jude, I know that he doesn’t like taking photos, he has an abundance of physical energy and curiosity, he could not care less what other kids are doing, and he behaves best when his hands and brain are busy. Is it a better idea for everyone involved to just accept these things and move on and focus on what he enjoys? Or should I start trying, as he grows and emerges to school-age expectations of behavior, to slowly encourage a change in some of these things to adapt to social norms? These are rhetorical questions that I don’t necessarily expect an answer to, but I’m just thinking out loud as I do so often in this space.
I know many of you are tackling similar issues as moms. It’s such a tightrope we walk all the time, it seems. A delicate balance as we try to encourage the best qualities in our kids and help them progress and understand social expectations, but also offer a message of unconditional acceptance. There aren’t any easy answers.
This summer has been a little rough for him….An entire academic year of 8:30-3:30 friends and activities, and now we are home everyday. Plus he’s understanding so much more about the world around him and gaining emotional intelligence, so to speak. It leads to some growing pains, I think. I ran across this quote on Pinterest recently.
I’m trying my hardest to back off and let him bloom in his own way – with just a little gentle guidance. It’s harder some days than others.
I’ve been baking a little this summer, but not too much. It’s hot outside, and the last thing I want to do is stand in the kitchen baking bread when there is so much great produce everywhere you look. I got a huge crate of blueberries from Costco though, and this recipe was calling my name.
My grandmother used to always make blueberry biscuits for my cousins and me when we were kids. Hers are white and fluffy and more delicious than I can describe. As I’ve become used to whole grain breads, my tastes have changed, and I don’t crave white flour anymore (with the exception of tomato sandwiches which are an excuseable sin on whole wheat bread). If I’m being honest, my grandmother’s blueberry biscuits are better in that light and fluffy way, but my whole wheat remodel of this old recipe came out pretty good in a different fashion. They are filling and delicious, and my favorite thing about milling my own wheat is that it has a real taste – not just fluff. Store-bought whole wheat flour can’t quite match it, but they will still be good.
We’ve made these twice in the last week, so I’m writing the recipe here for me to come back to … and to share with you, too!
Whole Wheat Blueberry Biscuits
2 1/2 cups whole wheat flour (freshly milled if you can)
2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
1/4 cup butter (half a stick)
3/4 cup milk
3/4 cup blueberries
1 tablespoon sugar
Sprinkle sugar over the blueberries, and let them sit. Mix flour, baking soda, baking powder, and salt. Use a box grater to grate the butter into the flour, and then lightly stir so that it is crumbly. Gradually add the milk, and then add the blueberries. Stir lightly.
Roll out onto a clean, floured surface – trying not to squish the berries. Cut biscuits with a glass and arrange in a pan.
Bake at 475 degrees for about 15 minutes if they are closely arranged like the photo above. Cook for only 10 minutes if they are spread out on a cookie sheet.
**If you really want to top these with something even better, mix 1/4 cup of powdered sugar with 2 tablespoons of milk to create a glaze for the top. Enjoy.
We had such a great holiday.
There are many years when Georgia is simply too hot to get much enjoyment out of celebrating Independence Day. But this year the high hardly reached 80, and the evenings have been cool and comfortable. We celebrated at the local fairgrounds with A LOT of other people. Our town had food, fireworks, and live music on the evening of the third, and it was a great kick-off to a long weekend.
The kids snacked on ice cream, and Jude was excited to get a plastic lightsaber from one of the vendors there. Norah was not so sure about fireworks, but there were no terrified tears which I call a success at the age of two.
We followed up the next night with some backyard ribs. (We are LOVING our Big Green Egg this summer!) Add on a few sparklers, some good friends who joined us for dinner, and a neighborhood fireworks show, and it was a perfect holiday.
Every holiday in this neighborhood turns into a block party, and I love it. Parents had lawn chairs set up in front yards, plates of homemade cookies were passed around, and introductions were made while kids screamed and played. This is the perfect holiday for celebrating freedom and a sense of real community, and we definitely felt that this year. I am so happy to be in a place with loads of other young families, and shared holidays remind me what a gift it is for my kids to grow up here. I feel so lucky we landed in this place.
Happy Independence Day! I hope you are enjoying your long weekend with some summer fun.
Excuse this scattered post as I update quickly…. How is it July? Our first full month of summer is behind us, and we are more or less at the halfway point. Lots of fun things and simple pleasures filling our time lately….
I had dinner with some close friends the other night. They are former colleagues of mine – people I miss dearly and wish I could see more often. We had penciled this 7pm Tuesday dinner on the calendar weeks ago, and then the day before, my mother-in-law called wanting to spend time with the kids. So I dropped Jude and Norah off at her place at 4:00 in the afternoon and had three full hours to “waste” before dinner. They were not wasted at all as I ran an errand or two and sat at Starbucks for a full hour reading the novel I am slowly making my way through. It’s amazing how much a few hours of alone time can affect my sanity.
Following my introvert time, we met up at our favorite sushi spot and had a leisurely dinner. As we left with the usual hugs and promises to get together more often, we also realized the Persian grocery next door was still open. Since we had our resident expert and Farsi interpreter with us (Thanks, Samira!), we decided to meander a bit and take home some goodies.
So Persian tea and cookies have been my afternoon snack break these past few days. So much joy in little pleasures.
….Norah’s little pleasure this week was flipping her carseat around now that we’ve passed her second birthday. She now has to loudly narrate all the scenery as we drive. “Cow!” “Grass!” “Store!” “Big truck!” It’s is a weird feeling for me to drive down the road with two passengers I can see in my rearview mirror, but I love it.
Other than a few little outings here and there, we are mostly enjoying the lazy pace of summer and gearing up for some Fourth of July celebrations. I realized this morning that today marks one year in this house, and it feels like home for sure. Big changes are scary sometimes, but I am so glad we made the move. Our town is hosting a big celebration with fireworks tonight, and then tomorrow we are planning to have friends over, grill out, and celebrate with some sparklers. Happy Fourth! Summer is in full swing.