March 2011

A Story Book

March 29, 2011

When I spoke yesterday about not being able to get my rhythm going, the one thing that I realized is that it is our external rhythm that we have struggled with, rather than our internal one. The boys and I seem content inside the walls of our home, it is when we attempt to join “reality” that we sometimes lose our footing. It has been 34 days since Landon’s arrival, and we have managed to stay mainly within our family unit, and have slowly made the transition from two children to three.

Our days have looked quiet, but full of small projects that we can do together while holding a baby or while the wee one is napping. Friendship bracelets and dream catchers have been made, poems have been created and about a million yards of i-cord now lay about the house. Nothing major has been conceived or completed, just little bits of fun here and there to keep the days flowing.

After the holidays, the boys and I began lessons on poetry, and they have sat each day and come up with a short verse. I love watching children create poetry, it is so much fun to see how they interpret the idea of a poem. We were recently introduced to this book, and it has been a wonderful resource for the boys to see how almost anything that they can think of can become a unique poem.

Elwood had seen the book that I had made around the holidays out of a few Artful Blog clippings and some left over scrap book paper, and they decided that they had to do the same to their own boring school composition books that they were using for their poetry. It is a very simple craft that can be done in about an hour, and can turn any ordinary composition or sketch book into a pretty space to create in.

You will need the book of your choosing, scrap paper or fabric, glue, scissors (I used pinking shears for a more designed effect), and a paint brush or foam brush.

Begin by cutting out your paper or fabric in shapes of your chosen size. These will most likely be cut down even further in the process of making the book, but it is good to start a little bit bigger.

Begin by layering one piece of paper/fabric at a time onto the book, letting kids know that it is okay to place the pieces wherever they see fit, and encouraging them to layer each new piece onto the last. Don’t worry if the paper extends beyond the edge of the book, that will be easily remedied once the project is dry.

Once all of the paper has been placed, allow the book to dry for about an hour, and then take your scissors and trim the edges of the book, giving it a finished look.

Journals, poetry, school books, the possibilities are endless for what these can be used for. After we were done making these last week, Jacob went around the house and found every last blank book he could find and turned them each into scrappy journals. I have to agree with him that they just make doing a book report or writing poetry a little bit more fun.

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The Comfort Bag

March 28, 2011

I have to admit that when I see other moms who are able to bounce right back into the rhythm of their old lives after having a baby, I find myself somewhat envious. I am struggling to see through the diapers and the late night feedings, the recurrent thrush, and the nasty case of mastitis that landed me in the hospital and briefly interrupted my milk supply.
Of course, no matter how difficult a moment may be with a brand new baby, seeing Landon smile makes everything seem perfect with the world. I am a very firm believer that the only way to get through difficult moments is to create a space, a time where I can find a quick dose of comfort to nurture my soul back and revive my fuzzy mind.
When I was in my second year of university, I discovered a book by Jennifer Louden, The Women’s Comfort Book. I think that I have discussed this book a few times in this space before, but that book is the reason that I take nurturing myself as a mom, as a wife and as a woman so important. Jennifer has these small, quick chapters that give women easy tips on finding comfort in the every day, in changing the attitude from one of thinking of nurturing as self-indulgent (which is what we are unfortunately always taught) to thinking of it as caring for a part of the soul.
My favorite part of that book is the chapter on the comfort bag. I love bags. Love them. I love making them, carrying them, and filling them. Jennifer’s idea of a comfort bag was to fill a space with what one would need in any situation to find comfort. An easy access point to spend 5 minutes or an hour, or a half of a day enjoying something nurturing. To this day I still have the first bag I ever used as my comfort bag. A quilted paisley Vera Bradley with tons of pockets and lots of room for anything I could think of to bring me comfort. It went with me everywhere: work, car, yoga, etc.
Today, Landon’s diaper bag and the boy’s backpack fills up most of my space, so my comfort bag has become the small pillowcase bag I made two summers ago. I love this bag, and the feminine feel and soft look are perfect for my current mood. All that is in it are the essentials for me, for I know that my comfort time may only last a few seconds. The first sweater that I have ever attempted to knit for me is on the needles and safely stowed inside, as is a small bottle of lavender essential oil, my mama shawl, a few tea bags of my favorite new tea, a bag of yummy chocolate covered almonds, the book I am reading (not about parenting, or babies, or education, just something for fun), and my journal. Always my journal.
Quick comfort, essential nurturing and a lot of goodness is one bag can only ever be a positive thing, and it is a great reminder to me that I can carry comfort with me anywhere I ever go. I love being a mother, and a working woman, and a wife, and a ……. but I love being me most of all, and I am never me without a sense of well being. 
So tell me, what would you put into your comfort bag today?

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Japan, Libya, Afghanistan, the Congo, Sudan, Irag…… Some days it feels as though the conflicts and the tragedies will never end. I have to admit that there are moments where I become fearful of all that is going on in the world today, and I feel an overwhelming sense of worry. This video and song by Michael Franti and Spearhead always reminds me that we can never give up, not in each other, not in the world we live in, and not in the love that makes the human race so beautifully unique.

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{This Moment}

March 18, 2011

{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. ~Amanda Soule

We are slowly finding our way towards rhythm, and I am excited to be back in this space fully next week to share some of our recent projects and crafting adventures. Until then, wishing you a very happy and blessed weekend. 

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A Gentle Touch

March 15, 2011

First, let me say thank you for playing the  Name Game with us, our whole family had a great time reading every one’s comments and seeing who everyone thought Landon was named for. As so many of you guessed correctly, Landon Dempsey is named for U.S. Soccer stars Landon Donovan and Clinton Dempsey. Jacob and Elwood named their brother during the last game that the U.S. played in the World Cup. My sons have two loves in life: Soccer and Chess, so I suppose it was either Landon Dempsey or Bobby Fisher that they were going to try and name him, and honestly I am pretty happy with the name that they chose. I just hope that Landon finds the story to be fun one day too.

I apologize for being late in getting the winners posted (they are on the original post now), but Jacob downloaded a nasty virus onto our computer while taking his online chess class on Saturday, and my poor husband has had a heck of a time getting things back up. I suppose that this is a very good reason why children and computers really do not mix.

When I first had Jacob, one of the groups that I resonated with as a parent was Attachment Parenting. I loved the idea of wearing my child,  long term breast feeding, and co-sleeping, and one thing that I came across before Jake even was born was infant massage. To be honest, I had never heard of it before and for a few short minutes I thought that it was going to suggest that you actually take your kiddo to be massaged by someone else. I was pleasantly surprised to learn of all the benefits that massage can bring both infants and children of all ages, and my husband and I decided to take a class on the subject.

Jacob and Elwood are now both 7 and 5 years of age, and to this day they do not go to bed with out their Mama Massage. So much has changed throughout the years on how I massage them, how to respect their privacy and their bodies, and what they feel works for them (they don’t need a colic massage at 7, but rubbing their tummy when it is upset still helps).

My mom did not get her first massage until she was in her 50′s, and to this day she wishes that she had allowed herself the indulgence years earlier. Touch therapy has been used successfully throughout human history, and it’s benefits on the reduction of stress, reducing toxicity, helping chronic pain, etc. has been well documented.

For infants and children, especially in today’s chaotic world, massage gives them a special connection to another human, and a way to spend a small amount of time each day learning to relax. I always found that on the nights where I was just so tired that I all I did was nurse Jacob  before bed, he was always fussier throughout the night. As mothers, we are faced with so many labels that our children can receive, and so many very real health problems that occur, that having massage as part of our comfort measures is a blessing like few others.

The only book that I have ever used (it is so comprehensive) is Infant Massage: A Handbook for Loving Parents by Vimala McClure.Vimala brings parents through every technique you can think of, and provides detailed explanations on the benefits of each one. It was, and still is, an invaluable resource.

Our massages are just one part of our nightly rhythm (you all know how much I love rhythm), and they begin with a nursing, a warm bath, and then a 5-10 minute massage. I lay out a piece of wool that we have, and put a heating pad underneath while the boys are in the bath (it is always removed prior to the boys laying down). I have played the same set of music for them since the day Jacob was born, and it begins in the bath and ends just as we are crawling into bed. For each of the little ones I chose 4-5 different techniques that they needed, and did the same movements over and over, night after night, to establish a pattern and trust. As the boys have gotten older, I ask them what hurts, what they need, what they want, and 99% of the time all that they answer is their head, back and feet rubbed before bed.

Massage is such a gentle way of establishing connections with our children. Living in such disconnected and frazzled times provides us with an opening to reach our children on deeper levels, and to create physical and emotional connections early in their lives.

Now if only I could convince my husband that massaging my feet would do the same :) .

Our Nightime Music Mix

In the Sun ~ Donna De Lory
Samson ~ Regina Spektor
Somewhere Over the Rainbow ~ Tina Malia
Hallelujah ~ Rufus Wainwright
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star ~ Tina Malia
Blessed Always ~ Donna De Lory
Lula -Lula_Bye ~ Lorraine Nelson Wolf

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