Moab and How We Got Here (Part 1)

Dear Family

Thanks very much for your sentiments of support. These were much appreciated this morning, when I woke up feeling like I’d been rammed by a truck while Ivy and Eliza unconcernedly began whining for breakfast.

Eliza is still whining now, but it is bedtime and I am attempting to distract myself by writing, with the hope that she will please lord FALL ASLEEP REALLY FREAKING SOON. Amen.

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The Story of Tonight

In case you were thinking that Ivy is just too precious and cute for words, I have a story for you. After this story, maybe one of you can take her home with you. Maybe you can take Eliza, too!

It started after dinner, when Eliza was crying and whining and complaining and feeling generally rotten and making sure that everyone around her knew it. As her parent, it takes a certain amount of fortitude not to succumb during these frequent bouts of Utter Unpleasantness, and I’ve found that it’s best to Keep Busy. So I was clearing the table.

Grow So Fast

Ivy Lyn, age 2.5, is a very busy lady. When there’s a lot of activity around her, she’s very self-contained and invents dozens of little games. But here’s what happens if I try to sit down and read a book in her presence for, say, five minutes.

“Mama!”

“Yes, baby?”

“I need to pee really bad!”

I get up, get the potty, sit back down.

“I’m done!”

I get up, wipe Ivy’s bottom, empty the potty, and sit back down.

“Mama, I want to ride my balance bike!”

“Great Idea! Can you get your helmet, and I’ll put it on for you?”

“No, I can’t. It inside, high up.”

This Saggy, Perky Life

Dear Family,

I’m trying something new this month. As I gather my wits and attempt to send out an update, I am going to send it out to you in “Manageable Chunks,” as some among my readership have asked me to do.

Maybe just a couple hundred words per chunk. I'm sure I can do this...

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New On My Blog:

I just re-published an article from my mom - she wrote it years ago, when she was still in the throes of parenting several at-home children, and she called it “Unschooling is My Job.” She’d love to hear what you think!

http://lifeisapalindrome.com/updates/unschooling-my-job

Unschooling Is My Job

(originally published in 2002) by Ruthe Friedner Matilsky

It isn’t easy being me.

For the last several weeks I have been telling people that I must be doing something wrong because “It was supposed to get easier.” Two of my five kids are out of the house, everyone’s way out of diapers, we sleep through the night and they all know how to read. So why am I so frazzled?

What I’m starting to understand is that I’m a victim of my own rhetoric, insecurity, and lack of respect for anything that remotely resembles “women’s work,” especially when I’m the one who’s doing it.

It's Not A Trip, It's a Lifestyle! +photos

Dear Family,

“Exhaustion and exasperation are frequently the handmaidens of legislative decision.”
—Barber Conable

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Ivyisms:

Ivy, with her deep, throaty baby voice and a halting but extremely enthusiastic Developing Speech Algorithm, is now a human who constantly speaks her mind.

A New Kind of Winter it Was

Dear family,

“An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered.”
- G. K. Chesterton

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Question: What is the value of the Gift of Life?

Ben: …Uh uh! I only got three pancakes, and you got a lot more!
Jem: But these two are for Papa, because he's the papa, and Mama gets two because she birthed us!
Ben: Well...
Jem: …Actually, Mama is also the chef, and she hasn't had ANY pancakes yet. So she should get more!
Ben: Okay, but HOW many should she get?
Jem: Four!
Ben: No! That's way too many...

Performing Arts, Budgeting for Success, and Wizarding Awards

Dear Family,

‘There are these two young fish swimming along, and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says, “Morning, boys.

An Update, An Audition, and some Really Nice Photos

Dear Family,

“When illness is blamed on one or more of the 'three Gs'--genes, germs or God--it's really a cop out. It's basically fatalism, saying that there is nothing we can do about our illness, when in reality, iIllness is a message from the universe, telling us that we need to change something--the way we eat, think, feel and live. But when we blame in on the three Gs, we forego the opportunity to change ourselves.

Something Old, Back for the Haunting

Dear Family,

“They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I should be able to bench press a Buick by now!”

—Internet Meme

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My new hobby: taking photos on days when things mostly feel Horrible, and trying to see how happy I can make the world appear despite personal unpleasantries.

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