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		<title>part 1: nola love</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 14:01:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[We were the last off the plane, taking our time to gather up our yard sale. The minute the manufactured air ceased, humidity rolled through the cabin. Even the air has a southern drawl. The pilot gave the girls each two wings and waved us off to New Orleans.

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To Margot and Ruby, everything was blissfully foreign and lawless. No car seats on public transportation, people walking in the streets, music on every corner, necklaces swinging from trees, stores stuffed with feathered masks. Margot had her first ever soda pop -- a Sprite -- that I am pretty sure she swallowed without breathing.

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We walked all day every day under sapphire sky, over crusty pavement. Usually one or both kids rode on shoulders or backs, our foursome danced <a href="http://www.digthischick.net/2013/05/part-1-nola-love.html">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>awe nuts</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 May 2013 12:20:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[We made it out the door and on our plane! We are now gone for two weeks which is the longest we've vacated in many, many years. Currently, I am typing in the back row of a small plane. We lay overed in Minneapolis where Margot worked through a full range of emotions on Terminal F when I said no to a blueberry muffin. Although it really had nothing to do with the muffin and everything to do with the stress of traveling all day, the day after her mom and dad ran around like those bugs that skeet on water (skeeters?) but not as elegantly. I slept 2 1/2 hours last night. We're cooked and the muffin denial released some feelings. I had just read about a method for addressing unsatisfied wants in kids where you articulate the outcome they desire because when you imagine your brain actually <em>feels</em> it as if it were so. It helps move kids through what they want and into what's really there. I said <em>You really want that muffin. You love blueberry muffins so much. You would eat the shit out of that muffin and all the muffins in Minnesota right now, right?</em> Except of course I didn't say shit but my message was that enthused and invested. It worked so well. She softened and cried about leaving our animals for two weeks. We hugged and played tag.

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Margot then chose <em>the most expensive milk we've every bought</em>, as named by Andy. It was a tiny carton of organic 2% and it was $4. Ruby then desperately wanted milk just as the last call for boarding to New Orleans bleated overhead. We didn't have as much time to give Ruby's frustration but I know it came from a similar place. I spun her into the backpack and we all shuffled toward our plane. Single file like this: Andy with 17 bags slung over every surface of his body, me with a sad kid on my back and a pyramid of water bottles, art supplies and baby dolls on my front, Margot with her milk.

Margot didn't drink her milk. Andy carried it on the plane and sweetly asked her once every two minutes or so if she wanted a sip, his eyes wildly determined to make good on that $4. Ruby didn't want the milk either. The plane rolled forward, Andy stuck the milk in his seat pocket. He was tense. <em>Honey</em> I said, getting ready to declare LET THE MILK GO. IT'S HOLDING YOU BACK. But after I said honey he turned and his knee smashed into the milk which geysered straight up and all over his legs.

I haven't laughed like that in a long time. I had tears and aching abs. He laughed too. And the kids. It was perfect.

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		<title>***</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 May 2013 18:20:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My words are in a few other places this week.

1.
I am no longer writing my weekly mama digs column for Mamalode. I initiated the change to create a little more space to write a book (!). Mamalode publisher Elke Govertsen interviewed me this week. It's bittersweet for sure. Love Mamalode, love Elke. <a href="http://www.mamalode.com/blog/2013/04/29/nici-interview-by-elke-publisher-of-mamalode/" target="_blank"><strong>Click to read</strong></a>!

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2.
I am honored to have <a href="http://www.kellehampton.com/2013/05/you-are-awesome-guest-post-by-nici-holt.html" target="_blank"><strong>an essay on Kelle Hampton's blog</strong></a>! It's about my history with an eating disorder and my love of running. To those who have already read and responded, THANK YOU. Thank you for reading and thank you for taking the time to share a few words. I am so appreciative of your solidarity and support. <strong><a href="http://www.kellehampton.com/2013/05/you-are-awesome-guest-post-by-nici-holt.html" target="_blank">Click to read</a></strong>.

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		<title>the love coop and flock, take two (or so)</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Apr 2013 19:56:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Meet Rosetta, Sparkle, Cayenne and Tiffany. Our very own gaggle of adolescent birds with stripper names.

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<em>Margot named Rosetta, Ruby named Sparkle, Andy named Tiffany and I named Cayenne.
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They are four weeks old now.

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We've lost six hens since our move. Some to predation, some to illness. It sucks to admit we are down to two chickens: Cup and Cooper. Our system was pretty dang stout and still not enough. We didn't want to get more chickens until we could create a more secure environment. Mostly, we weren't (I wasn't) on top of closing the run at dusk. Several hens were killed in a 30 minute window after the sun went down when I was nearby! Sucks.

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Margot is very bonded with Rosetta. This chick is happiest in Margot's hands or on Margot's shoulder.

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<img alt=" photo IMG_2573_zpseef4f110.jpg" src="http://i152.photobucket.com/albums/s176/nrholt/2012%20II/coop/IMG_2573_zpseef4f110.jpg" border="0" />
<img alt=" photo IMG_1620_zpsdfc3e10a.jpg" src="http://i152.photobucket.com/albums/s176/nrholt/2012%20II/coop/IMG_1620_zpsdfc3e10a.jpg" border="0" />

So, we imagined the eager thumbs of a raccoon, the body-flattening capabilities of a coyote, the heft of a bear. Ultimately we built<a href="http://www.digthischick.net/2012/05/fence-zen-hen.html" target="_blank"><strong> a fence</strong></a> and then moved the shebang into our fenced-in yard, under our deck, up against the six foot corrugated metal fence. Because we've had several instances where a very small animal dug under the run, the entire run is wrapped in thick wire fencing (previously we didn't wrap the bottom). Because we still, on occasion, let the girls run about our yard, I set a daily alarm on my phone to remind me to drop everything and shut those chickens in their house. When the alarm sounds, I literally GO that moment.

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And! Here's our coop.

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It's a beauty, as is my husband's natural way of doing things. <a href="http://www.digthischick.net/2013/04/the-love-coop-and-flock-take-two-or-so.html">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>dig this sponsor: Popina</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[We had that one day in Portland last week. Ruby left for the coast with Andy's mom, sister and our niece while Andy, Margot and me cruised around the city. It was fun and so different to be with only Margot. We make an effort to create opportunities for one-on-one time with each of our kids but not one kid with both parents. It was <em>good</em> and we will do more of it.

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Our time together began with cupcakes and lunch with our dear, inspiring friend <a href="http://www.hollyandres.com/" target="_blank"><strong>Holly</strong></a>. Our next stop was to visit <strong><a href="http://www.popinaswimwear.com" target="_blank">Popina</a></strong>, a swimwear boutique that has been a dig sponsor for the last several years. I'd only visited online and was eager to see the storefront and pick out my new favorite bathing suit. <a href="http://www.digthischick.net/2013/04/popina.html">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Road Trip: Oregon Coast</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[We have been back for a few days now, from long weekend on the Oregon coast with family. While we are physically in our home Missoula, our brains are still somewhere on I-90. It always takes me a bit to reengage with regular life. Especially after that 12 hour car ride home.

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<em>We are Road Warriors.
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<em>Don't let this fool you: Ruby did not resemble this for most of the trip.
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I had planned to pack last Wednesday but was instead followed my motivation to raise funds and love for Boston. I listed the <a href="http://www.digthischick.net/2013/04/geo-for-love-boston.html" target="_blank"><strong>Geo for Love: Boston</strong></a> shirts that afternoon and woke to orders and amazing notes from all over the country. I am so thrilled to be a part of something bigger with you all and I am trying to balance that excitement with what I can reasonably do. This is hard because I am a YES! person. I decided <a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/129713476/geo-for-love-boston" target="_blank"><strong>to list more</strong></a>. They will be shipped in June. I am doing my best to reply to your emails and get you your tees as soon as possible. Thanks for your patience! I love you all. Truly, I do.

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Oregon was epic. One of those trips where every single moment buzzed with life and gratitude. The view, the company, the weather, the world -- it was all magnificent. We stayed a night and day in Portland and then headed to the coastal town of Pacific City where we stayed three nights. It was all very simple and satisfying. <a href="http://www.digthischick.net/2013/04/road-trip-oregon-coast.html">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Geo For Love: Boston</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Apr 2013 02:23:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I woke up yesterday feeling anxious. I was grumpy, funky, snappy. It felt like the last thing I wanted to do but I know better, so I dressed for a run and heaved myself out the door.

It was cold and windy. I pushed the stroller up hill, barely moving, breathing hard. It immediately felt good. I love that I am always surprised by that. I thought about the explosions at the Boston marathon and how much it sucks. I thought about how stuff like that happens every day all over the world that I don't know much about. It's hard to know what to do when unimaginable tragedy happens. And yet, I do always want to *do* something. I dedicated my run to Boston, pushing love out toward everyone and everything with my every step. I meditated on love, while talking to Ruby about deer, clouds and pizza. With every step I thought about hugging pain and grief. I pushed loved into the universe with every breath. Because, that I CAN DO.

My business donates items and makes charitable contributions to important organizations. But, I want to do <em>more</em>. I've been waiting for something to snap into focus, something that dig this chick can give to regularly, meaningfully and tangibly. On my run, it occurred to me. <em>Love it</em> when that happens.

Here at dig, we lovingly craft items, <em>for the love of place</em>. Places break. Places like Columbine, Haiti, New Orleans, Indonesia, Manhattan, Iraq, Newtown. These places and their people rely on our love - yours and mine - to rebuild, to mend. We are all in this together.

Today, we are beginning our Geo For Love campaign. We will regularly craft a limited edition item featuring a place that needs our love, a place that <em>we</em> <em>love</em>. We will sew a heart on the hurting place, stitching slowly and thoughtfully. We will sell the item as a fundraising tool, donating profits, combined with all of the purchasers letters of support to a cause. <a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/129713476/geo-for-love-boston" target="_blank"><strong>We will begin today</strong></a>, with Boston.

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		<title>sometimes I like to hold hands</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Apr 2013 02:43:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.niciholtcline.com/digthischick/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/IMG_3013.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-3301" alt="" src="http://www.niciholtcline.com/digthischick/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/IMG_3013.jpg" width="700" height="1050" /></a>

I have the same favorite date with both of my daughters: a hike.

All that open space creates open conversation. She meanders, I ask a question. She collects rocks, tells stories.

Margot and I both wanted to get out, Andy and Ruby wanted to stay in. I asked her what we should do.

<em>Ride bikes to the river and check it out!</em>

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We took off, her tiny frame so much bigger than it was last spring. She needs a new bike.  <a href="http://www.digthischick.net/2013/04/sometimes-i-like-to-hold-hands.html">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>the most beautiful education</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I've never been moved away from. I've always been the one to move away. Growing up, my dad's job hopped us around the country every few years. I left college in Georgia to follow love back to Montana.

It is hard to say goodbye when you are the one leaving but I learned yesterday that it is harder to be the one left. That and, also, I am older and smarter, more in touch with my vulnerabilities, more understanding of mortality. As a mama, I feel my daughters' emotions and feel what they can't yet feel because the concept of <em>1700 miles</em> is about as understandable as <em>next month</em> to my three and five year olds.

We referenced our globe. Ruby found Montana and then Margot found China, where her classmate is from. And then she found Mexico, where our friends live. I pointed to Arkansas, where Pam is moving, and Margot saw what I saw. She said, "Well that's hardly far at all!" True, compared to China and Mexico.

Our dear friend who is family, Pam, moved away. We've seen each other a lot in the last few months, in anticipation of this day. On Sunday I felt panicky like I hadn't seen enough of her, I hadn't finished her going away present. Andy gently reminded me of the four going-away parties, the weekend away, the dinners. It won't ever feel like enough because it doesn't feel comfortable to imagine her more than 1/2 mile away.

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		<title>spring break</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Spring Break. I barely remember it growing up. It seemed way longer than a week. I remember high school spring break and let me declare this here: my daughters will not be going anywhere during a spring break without me. Spring break in college was merely a week I could work full time. And then here I am now with spring break again as a mama with a daughter in part-time preschool.

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Our friends talk about plans, many head south to Utah in search of sun and warmth. Some head to the big northwest coastal cities. Others have grand cross-country plans. Us? It always seems to come out of nowhere. Like, the week before I re-remember that there is no school the following week and I scramble to get work done so I can be with my kin for an undistracted week.

Going somewhere <em>away </em>wasn't an option for our family as we have a big ol' adventures coming up like a just-decided-upon weekend in Portland with family next week and then two whole weeks in the southeast at the beginning of May. My little brother is getting married on a Florida beach. Just writing that sentence makes me grin with stinging eyes. We fly into New Orleans where we will stay for a few days (we just learned yesterday that we will be there during Jazz Fest?!) and then drive east to Florida for wedding extravaganza in the north followed by travel south to Naples to see my friend Kelle and her family. Please tell me if there is anything we must see or do between New Orleans-Destin-Naples.

Anyway, last week. The girls and I stayed at our friends' cabin for three days. Andy followed us down the valley and then up the insanely steep pitch to help us settle. After we hiked all our gear in, ate a late dinner and cleaned up mouse carnage it was late and Andy wound up staying the night. I was grateful to have one less pitch black morning where I had to fire up the generator while imagining mountain lions perched in every tree above me. Also, I was grateful to have him around because I like him.

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He took off very early and then it was just us. <a href="http://www.digthischick.net/2013/04/spring-break.html">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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