Monthly Archives: April 2011

hump day nuggets: exotic

hump day nuggets: little bits of the season in photos and words about the last week We have been planning and dreaming about a family vacation, one that isn’t to visit family or friends. Like we go to a place where we don’t know anyone and do whatever we want. Of course we love traveling to see our beloveds but there’s something so unbound and lovely about a trip somewhere we’ve never been, where we don’t know anyone.All of our exotic plans have been swallowed by other life necessities. So, on Friday morning, we decided to load the station wagon and head east to the charming city of Butte, Montana where a colorful toxic pool sits above a town rich in history and then south through one of my favorite valleys on the planet to Dillon, Montana. Read more on hump day nuggets: exotic…
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fiery

This afternoon I boogied around our home picking up piles of animal hair-crusted socks, forks, crayons and cookie cutters. Despite my efforts to include Margot in my scene she sat, like a yogi, naked and wrapped in a purple quilt. “Mama, what are you doing?” “Cleaning up,” as I breathlessly scraped dried peanut butter and alphabet stickers off the floor. She watched me labor and didn’t move or speak. I added cheerily, “It really takes no time at all to make our space clean! Especially when everyone chips in and helps!” She flattened her brow and put her hands on her hips and plainly stated, “Mommy. Sometimes it’s really hard for little kids to chip.” And we both folded our hands at our hearts, bowed our heads and said namaste in unison. Really, I stared at her as she nodded in agreement with her own assertion and then she laughed and asked for half apple juice, half water in the silver bear cup and the pink twirly straw. Since she was a babe I have used the word fiery to describe Margot. I looked into other words and they work but none as completely as fiery. Burns strong and bright; a full or exuding emotion or spirit. We’ve entered chapter 714 of Parenthood around here where Margot’s will is wonderful and exhausting. I wrote a bit about it in mama digs: two humans trying to figure out life. :: :: :: all photos taken with a Canon Digital SLR from Vanns.com Read more on fiery…
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hump day nuggets: thick and sweet like honey

hump day nuggets: little bits of the season in photos and words about the last week We’ve had a great, full week. Our best pals flew in from Colorado for the weekend, we corked a dusty bottle of wine we bought in France six years ago. There was a birthday, egg dying, weeding, snow storms and Ruby’s first haircut given, mercilessly, by her big sister. I feel like my life exists in lists right now. A list of what to do tomorrow (things that I was supposed to do today), a list of what I wish to do this year (big travel with my kids, home projects, buy a goat) a list of what I am not going to do even thought I maybe should (hello tax extension). Or, like above, a list of this minute, a list of life happenings. I am in it thick and sweet like honey with these two. Nuggets abound. I started hump day nuggets because I wanted a scheduled opportunity to be random and bullety, to document this minute in a carefree list. At first it was intended to be more photos than words but then I felt photo nuggets without word nuggets were one-dimensional and didn’t tell my family’s stories completely. Plus, I’m chatty. nuggets. :: Margot has always been attached to objects. The maraca, the coat, the elmo doll, the cowgirl boots, the pineapple skirt. She loves one thing until it falls apart and then she picks a new thing to love. Right now it’s this handmedown yellow tutu that is at least a size too small and definitely not Montana spring-appropriate. She wears it at some point every day. Sometimes it’s hard for me like when it’s snowing outside or I wish it didn’t require Houdini-like maneuvers to go to the bathroom. But then I remind myself how awesome it is that she feels beautiful, fast, smart and funny in the tiny yellow dance costume. :: We dyed eggs and will probably just continue boiling and dying throughout the week because it is endlessly fun. We made dye using stuff we had on hand: coffee, red onion skin, blueberries and tumeric. I tried to make green out of cilantro and parsley stems but no dice. I am very unscientific about our process but it goes something like this: add a bit of the coloring material and a tablespoon or so of vinegar to a cup or two of water. Boil, cover and simmer for a few minutes. Strain into a jar, let cool and dip eggs. Ruby was flipping for the pile of eggs. Homegirl loves her eggs. I decided to just give her one to destroy. I imagined she probably bash it on the counter and peel the pieces but instead, she ravenously took a bite and chewed the shell and egg without pause. not to worry, I peeled it for her Our beautiful eggs! The rich plum egg soaked in blueberry for about three hours, the awesome stripedy egg is Andy’s contribution. :: In April, in one minute, the sky opens to sun so bright and pure it feels like birth and then closes to relative blackness that spits snow. Both permutations are beautiful. When witnessed at the same moment on opposite sides of our valley, I feel alive, small and grateful. :: Not much better than old, great friends. xo Meg and Pete Great friends who love your kids like their own. :: Margot has been asking about Ruby’s hospital stay. “Ruby was so sick? Can I see the pictures again? She couldn’t breathe? In the hospital?” I ask he what she remembers and she mentions things like her dad or noises. It’s a foggy lifetime ago to Margot. Me too. :: I wonder if my kids will still have spontaneous dance parties with me in 12 years when I listen to uncool music say things like when I was a kid we didn’t even have cell phones or facebook! Hope so. :: Welcome to dig sponsor Lil Junebug Boutique! Becca makes hair bling that will knock your socks off. Ruby’s clip These barrettes are solid and have a soft, grippy clasp that holds up to the kind of play we have around here. Seriously, these are the only hair clips that we’ve ever had that stay in all day. Plus, they are stinkin’ cute and made by a mama. Lil Junebug Boutique is offering you, dear readers, a sweet deal: use coupon code DIG15 to get 15% off your purchases this month. Thanks, Lil Junebug! Becca made a special sparkly darker blue barrette for bug and she is beside herself with adoration. The pink clip for sale here. Also, I wear them too! :: Turns out Ruby won’t be needing barrettes for a few months. I should have known something other than painting was happening when they were so quiet back at the art table. When I rounded to corner to find Margot, scissors in hand and Ruby’s honey baby curls splayed across her navy blue shirt…oh. The top of Ruby’s head is short stubble like Andy’s winter chin that causes her longer hair to stick up. Sister also rocks an edgy, crooked stair step up the back of her head and some long wisps that cascade over the chunks. It’s kind of hard to tell in that photo but just know that light area you see is bald. The Hairdresser. I was mad. She said, “It’s ok, mama. I am just cutting Rube’s hair a little bit. She likes it. Yes, it’s already funny, a rite of passage as so many of you mentioned in your stories on facebook. It’s not a big deal but when I first gathered my emotions about the whole scene? Oofta. Sisters. matching dresses made by my mom They trust each other, love each other, don’t know life without each other. I wonder what nuggets they’ll recall. Margot might remember the thrill of severing Ruby’s fine hair under the back window while Ruby’s big blue eyes smiled in the early morning light. Ruby will remember through the story told. They’ll laugh over that nugget on their list of childhood antics. It will fall after the broken-thumb-and-forehead-stitches week and before…we’ll see. happy hump day out there. :: :: :: all photos taken with a Canon Digital SLR from Vanns.com Read more on hump day nuggets: thick and sweet like honey…
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homedaddy

Margot feeds Alice every day. Most of the time she just does it, sometimes it takes a gentle reminder. Other times, she just flat out refuses. Like when Andy was making pancakes and I was changing Ruby’s diaper and she said, as Alice hovered three inches from her face, pleading for breakfast, “No, I just can’t right now because I am holding my baby.” Margot learned to wink Andy replied, “Come on, help out, homeslice.” Andy’s terms of endearment make me smile. He calls our daughters honey, baby, pal and homeslice. Eventually, she begrudgingly set her baby down, fed Alice and then let her outside. A few minutes later, Alice barked to come in and Margot, who stood by the door, yelled to Andy, “Alice wants in! Help out, homeslice!” Andy, as he flipped pancakes, brewed coffee yelled back, “Why don’t you let her in homegirl?” Margot paused. Homegirl is new. Then she laughed and said, “Because, homedaddy. It’s your turn.” Margot is feisty and funny, Ruby is growing into her own feist and fun. Lately, the passage of time feels like a tumbleweed across central Montana. It’s fast and agile, impossible to catch. Always moving toward the horizon. This tumbling tumbleweed makes me self reflect. Also I think spring just pushes me into a contemplative space. The last few weeks I have been thinking a lot on life, death, fragility, now. And my thoughts reminded me of something I wrote a while back about death, specifically if my kid died before me. Read more in this week’s mama digs: to be. :: :: :: all photos taken with a Canon Digital SLR from Vanns.com Read more on homedaddy…
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spring is

wool hoods, fleece pants, tutus, sparkly shoes without socks backyard picnics bare shoulder gardening (with goosebumps) post-dinner bike rides chilly morning park play dates kids sitting on the ground in nothing but jeans, dogs chewing on dry sticks sewing 150 felt eggs the beginning of this year’s harvest tiny lettuce the end of last year’s harvest tomatoes, beans and peas What is spring to you? If you post about it, share your link in the comments! :: :: :: all photos taken with a Canon Digital SLR from Vanns.com Read more on spring is…
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