Lazy Picture Post

Check it out. This is a new thing I’m going to start doing when I’m too lazy to write anything of substance. It’s called a lazy picture post. Basically, just snapshots from the last week or so. Possibly with commentary, possibly without. The world is my oyster, people.
Here we go…..

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I wish they had these carts when I was a kid!

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Collecting rocks in the garden

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Knights Ferry, CA

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The Good Luck Thrift Store Outfit at the Uptown in Oakland
Photo by Robert Carswell

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Hanging with some girls in Oakland
Photo stolen from Jennifer Steele’s Facebook page (Sorry Jenn!)

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Watching The Littles with Uncle Spencer

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Style

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Homemade Chickey Pot Pie!

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Hats all folks!

Let’s hope for a more inspired post soon 🙂

How to get to breastfeeding street

I read this article yesterday and it made me tear up a little. What really got me is how strongly people feel that women should be ashamed of breastfeeding. It makes me sick to think that people feel the need to hide, not talk about, shy away from breastfeeding.
For some reason the comments underneath really moved me. So much love and support for children and breastfeeding. My feelings are pretty simple. Breastfeeding is beautiful, and I don’t think it should be a big deal at all. I would love it if we could all just treat the site (or thought) of a woman breastfeeding as nonchalantly as the site of bottle feeding.
Women don’t want to be able to walk around topless, show their boobs to the world, shove their breasts in your face (although I’ve seen many men hoot and holler joyously when this happens when a baby is not attached to the breast). They just want to be able to feed their children in peace, without stares, comments, judgment.
It’s not gross, disgusting, unconscionable. People don’t care that bikini models flaunt tons of cleavage on the front of magazines on the supermarket shelves. Put a child to that breast (the same breast who’s main function it is to feed a baby) and all hell breaks loose.
This would be like me saying to you, “you know, it’s ok for you to wear reading glasses to look sexy, but if you need to use them to read with, go in another room. That’s just gross.” Really people? Gross?
I think the public is gross.
Bring it Sesame Street!

Good morning

Some morning thoughts and questions:

I miss the Christmas lights on my way to the gym in the dark. It made this whole gym thing much more festive.

Have you ever put on a damp bathing suit at 6 am when it was 32 degrees outside and then scraped ice off your windshield? No? Well, you’re not missing much.

Why is it that NPR seems to only cut out right in the middle of interesting stories? Never on the stock reports. Never.

Clothes Call

Well, it happened. Today I went to the gym and forgot my bra at home. Since this is a big giant fear of mine, I was prepared. I have an old backup bra always in my bag just in case. Everything else I can do without until I get to a store to buy it: socks? cool. Underwear? a little uncomfortable, but I can go without. Bra? necessity.
And so here is to the genius of me, for having the backup bra ready to go. Crisis averted! Now, if I can just remember to put it back in my bag tonight…

Just Start

Yesterday Josephine and I started clearing out what is soon to become our garden area. It is currently part of the goat pen, however, the posts are set to fence it off, and it’s time to start the prep work.
There was a lot of debris in there…chunks of concrete, old fence parts we were using to reinforce the fence when the asshole goats were around, lots of rocks. It felt really good to get started. Taylor reminded me that “every little bit helps”, and so I just picked a spot (as Taylor advised, smartypants that he is) and got to workin’.
Today marked the first day where I wasn’t focussed on the end, but enjoying the process of doing something in my yard. My own lovely yard. And so I cleared debris and sifted through rocks and pulled large tufts of weeds. And Josephine hunted worms, painted with the goat trough water and moved dirt around. Such a lovely day. Such a lovely state of mind.
And I also caught a glimpse of what our springs are going to be like out in that garden and man, oh boy, am I excited!

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Nice Sunny Day

Instead of lounging on my couch all day, as I wanted to do this morning, I called some friends and had them over for a play date. This was perfect, as it forced me to whirlwind style clean up a little bit AAAAAND got me off my couch and out into the backyard with Josephine and our friends (the two guests and their children came over one right after another, so we had a nice little break for lunch…perfect). This plan also enabled me to stay in my yoga pants all day, let me visit with two wonderful women who I rarely see or spend any one on one time with, gave Josephine some much needed kid time, and wore my little J bird out so she went down for a nap with nary a whimper. Quite the nice day. I’d say darn near perfect. And it isn’t even 4:00. Life is lookin’ up!

And did I mention how much I love my back yard? Because I fell in love with it again today. In love.

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Couch, I hate thee.

Coffee, check. Day off, check. Motivation…. Motivation? MOTIVATION?!
Well, two out of three isn’t bad. But, seriously. I can’t seem to get myself off the couch and do something. Like dishes, dusting, cleaning bathrooms, organizing. Or even playing. Ugh.
Can I borrow a cup of motivation from the neighbor? Does it work like that? It just dawned on me that I should have named this blog lazilyliving.com. Or mediocrity.com. Or simplysurviving.com. Cause this girl is not living today. Boo.

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Pancake it up!

It’s the last day of my vacation. My house is dirty and I didn’t do any of the projects I wanted to. But, dammit, we made pancakes! All is not lost :)Happy Monday!

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Happy New Year!

A very happy new year to you and yours! Wishing each of you truly the best in every one of your endeavors. I’m pensive today, but looking forward to the year ahead. There will be sure to be joy, with so many of our friends expecting little ones, sure to be laughter, with Josephine getting zanier by the second, sure to be hard times, as there always are.
For me I hope to stay strong this year. The last couple of months have been difficult for me. Somehow my mind has slipped into a place of weakness and I’ve fallen into a negativity trap. I’m going to work on keeping focussed, thinking positively, and being proactive instead of reactive. I will be actively working on my gratitude. I need to buck up (as my mom would say) and take control again. I have been distant from pretty much everyone, so my motto for the year is: 2012…can you feel the love?! I don’t feel it yet, friends, but I’ll get there. I always do. Happy new year!

Trying to feel the love with funny faces:

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Morning Milk

Ready to hear about weaning again? No?, Well, too bad because I’ve been sick and stuck at home and that’s all I’ve got going on (other than the fact that Christmas is officially put away if you don’t count Josephine’s best friend, her two foot tall Frosty the snowman doll). So here goes. Feel free to tune out. Today was the first day since Josephine was born that I have been home when she woke up and didn’t nurse her in the morning. Wow.
This morning she woke up at 6:30 in the dag-gum morning (unusual for her, she’s usually a 7:30 to 8:30 am riser, bless her sleepy little heart). Not only was she was awake, but she was hollering, “Mama! Get up! I want milk!”. Yeah, not going to fly.
I told her she couldn’t have any milk until after the sun comes up, because it was still night time. She was ok and had some water and fruit. It’s now 9:45 and she has yet to ask. We’re far enough along that I can put it off until nap time. I do believe we are making progress. Now to stick to the no milk mornings, and we’re on our way!
Now, if I can only find a gentle way to wean her from her Frosty doll. I keep telling her Santa Is coming to take him to the North Pole. She is processing it, but this morning told me she plans to hide Frosty from Santa so he can stay at our house. I am afraid I am setting her up for some sort of holiday PTSD. She’s going to subconsciously hate Santa for taking her friend away. Oh, the horror!
Suggestions from experienced parents (or resourceful non parents)? Please?!

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