Thursday, April 30, 2009

Flashback Friday- Hair crimp

Where every Friday I will be posting a picture from my wonderous past.



Explanation: When I was 10 I came up with this "hair brained" idea to have my mom braid my hair into a million tiny braids, then soak them in perm solution.
And the result was voila--perma crimp! When most fourth graders were waking up early to crimp their hair with some fancy iron, all I had to do was wake up and go. Go perma crimp! (The bang wave took some extra work)

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Jangled Thoughts



Kinda rough day today. Feel like blogging about nothing in particular. Maybe I'll do some complaining. Maybe I'll tell you something funny. Not sure yet. Just writing. Won't even edit this if I spell something wrong because I'm feeling that lazy, excpet now I'm being extremely careful with how I punch the keys. Here's a question: Why do people at public parks blast their music and think everyone else is enjoying it, too? What sort of ego-maniac are you? By the way, I hate country music. Last week at the dentist I asked the dental hygienist if she could please turn off the country just until I was done. It was making me ill. No joke.
I discovered this new blog and it cracks me up every time. It's called cakewrecks. The blogger posts all these professional cakes that have gone horribly wrong. I don't even bake cakes except on birthdays, but this blog makes me laugh a lot. maybe it's because some person decided to turn this mundane thing into a comedy.
I need to laugh more. Life should be a comedy. I mean, I giggle a lot, but it's mostly out of habit. I get into trouble for it sometimes. Like the time when I waitressed, and this man was yelling at me because I brought out his pizza with onions on it. I giggled as I was standing there, and he got even more irate.
I need to go to bed. I hope when I wake up there is a platter of seashell chocolates from France. have you ever had those? Oh wow- they are so melt-in-your-mouth delicious. probably not gonna happen. I've never been to France but I've had their chocolate.
Today I drove up the canyon while the boys were asleep in the VW. I pulled over at some remote spot and practiced my djembe. I really suck at it, but luckily nobody was there to hear it. It made me feel really good. I want to play it with that intensity in my eyes that comes with knowledge and experience. Right now it's just a dumb, giddy look. Oh well.
I am counting down to vacation time with my family. 3,2,1...blast off.
Oh hey-you can nurse while you walk. I do it at church every Sunday. Walk, nurse, walk, nurse, walk, nurse, walk, nurse. Oh and whilst shopping, or whilst at the park, or whilst getting a baby to sleep at a party. Whilst doesn't seem like it should be a real word.


All done,

Sally

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Just Grateful

There are some things in my life I am extremely grateful for, and feel I should mention them out loud before my little heart bursts.

I am grateful for my friend Carly. She gave birth to a little boy one year before our Zadok was born, and has been generously handing down his clothes to us ever since. Every few months a big box comes in the mail to us, and it's full of t-shirts, jackets, socks, shoes, pajamas, and pants. (Really especially cute and nice ones, too)
And every time I open them, I am so overwhelmed that little tears come out. It's like I can't believe that a person would really do this. (She also sends his twin sisters clothes to another family.) Carly comes from one of the nicest, most giving families. I always tell people that it makes sense that my kids are wearing her kids hand-me-downs, because I grew up wearing Carly and Ashley's hand-me downs, so it's like tradition. Ha ha! Maybe someday my grandchildren will be wearing her grand children's clothes. Totally kidding. :) But really, I am grateful, and I always tell her if at any time she stops sending them, to know that she's already done more than she ever needed to.

I am so grateful for my husband. This past month he has been working so hard at school. He has had some difficult deadlines to meet in order to get his student teaching lined up in time for January 2010. He has been up late-nights, losing precious sleep, studying relentlessly, and not getting to spend time with his kids. I've never seen him work so hard and so diligently and knowing that all of it is for us; his family. This is the most selfless act of sacrifice I have ever seen. And although he has been unpleasant at times, I love him anyways. (inside joke)

I am grateful for friendship. Without it I would be kinda lonely. I don't have family here, so my girlfriends kinda become my surrogate sisters, weather they like it or not. This past weekend I laughed so hard I almost peed my pants, and I needed that. I am grateful for the people in my life who have found something in me that makes us connect. It's those connections that make me want to reach out to others and smile.

I am grateful for people who share their skills with others for free.
This upcoming week I have the opportunity to learn hot to play the djembe drum. I love the rhythm of African drums and have been wanting to take lessons from someone. I have done everything from order a book online, buy an instructional CD, and look for tutorials online on Youtube. Nothing worked for me. When we moved to Cedar I just knew I would find the people I needed to find so I could learn. And no, I am not naturally musically talented. But I have a feeling that once I learn a few things, me and djembe are going to be best friends.

I am grateful for dirt. I had the chance to dig up a space of earth for an herb garden this morning. I got down on my knees and melted into the mud and worms. I pulled and raked, and pried out those weeds. It felt really good to get dirty and smell the raw fragrance of life. Some people don't have any space for gardening, so I guess I'm feeling grateful for this rented space we have.

Gratefully yours,

Sally

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Out n' About Education

Yes, I concur, the term "homeschooling" needs a makeover. It just doesn't seem to describe accurately what it means to be a homeschooling family these days. A lot of people, when they hear the word "homeschool", immediately think, "weird-anti-social kids, seemingly-impossible-self-discipline for over-worked parents, and a struggle to fill time with books and worksheets, while sitting at home on your sofa." Not so.

When I think homeschool, I think hands on-learning, real life experiences, adventures and discoveries made alive through role play and experiments. I think P.E. that doesn't involve a locker room, but a mountain of ski slopes. Or a geography class that isn't a plastic globe, but a roadtrip across the States, or a flight to another country. I think of great English literature being read, discussed, and enjoyed as a family activity. I think of math and science as subjects that come naturally as we open our eyes to the complex world around us. I think of gaining hard work ethic, and meeting important deadlines, as an organic process that will be learned as we work together in this world. I think of kids who get to thrive on positive self esteems and good, moral peer pressure.

I think of a family who wants to spend time learning and growing together, watching each other become the people we are meant to be. And loving it.
This is the culture we would like to create for our family. It is a good culture. It is one that we should be proud of. It may not be what everyone else is doing, but we've never been ones to follow the crowd.

Non-institutionalized education? Independent studies? Organified learning? Home-based Ed? Un-schooling? Jackson funny farm? I like the term Out n' About Ed, because that's what I'm all about. Yes, I made that up myself. :)

Whatever you want to call it, it's gonna be awesome.

Educationally yours,

Sally

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Happy Happy Earthy birdy Spring!

It has been warm here! I am so incredibly giddy! I put the kidlets in the jogger today and walked all my errands. Normally it would take me a whole week of dragging my cold bundles of kids in and out of the car, just to hit up the bank, the post office, the grocery store, the bead store, the bread store, the thrift store, and the WIC. But, I did all of that, today! Can you tell how excited I am that it's warm?

I even wore a skirt! (without pants under it) I even put on sunscreen! I even laid in the grass and looked up at clouds! I even smiled all day.....just because!

And then whilst collecting pine-cones under the big trees behind our house, I found this nest lying in the dirt:



What a beautiful masterpiece of artwork. You go Mama Bird! She even put mud around the edges to keep everything together.. It made me feel like I was a part of her world for a second. I wanted to be a Mama bird collecting pine needles and twigs for my house.

Instead we went home and read the gingerbread man story, made gingerbread people, and ate them. Almost as cool, right?



Springfully yours,

Sally

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Go Reusable!

As I was washing dishes last night I scowled at the pile of Ziplocs in the sink I had collected for washing. We reuse our Ziploc bags around here, not because it's fun and easy to do, but because it seems absolutely ludicrous to throw them away after one usage.
I have an argument in my head almost every time I wash them. My lazy, self-serving self says, "Don't bother washing those darn things! Just throw them away and buy some more tomorrow.... It will be that easy! They're not that expensive! C'mon Sally-you've got better things to do than wash food residue out of Ziploc baggies!"
Then my more conscious, self-aware, and globally responsible self pipes in, "Just wash it! It's not that hard! Your Mother Earth, your family, your very ethical being is depending on you to do your part here. Wash the baggie and be done with it!"

So I wash the dern baggie.

Then I think about my 98 year old Grandma Lois. She reused everything and nothing was wasted. As a general rule she lived for function not fashion, and her house was filled with boxes and boxes of reusable, recyclable materials that she used for projects, and crafts. She didn't grow up in this pop-the-top, throw away, disposable plastic generation, and I wonder how she would feel about it now. We have these great evil empires that produce mass amounts of cheap products, which we suddenly find so disposable. It's so easy for us nowadays to buy something like a plastic cup, have it break in a month or so, then say in our heads, "Oh well it was just a buck, I can go get another one."
But what about what's really happening? More natural resources are being used, more energy consumed, more toxins created, more money is spent, more space is filled, with useless junk that could've been avoided.

One of my biggest pet-peeves right now is this "Go Green" pooplah being thrown around. Yes, it is better to use paperless billing methods, recycle your cans and bottles, and be energy conscious, but does that mean we have to create "go green" plastic products, t-shirts, water bottles, and buttons to do it? Producing more to consume less doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me. I really think the main focus should be re-use.
If big marketing companies want us to "Go Green" maybe they should supply information on how to reuse "disposable" Tupperware, old-t-shirts, cardboard containers, plastic toys, and the likes. Not keep mindlessly selling them to us.

I think that learning to reuse takes a huge shift in paradigm. I would start simply by saving recyclable materials. My friend at Still Parenting says she keeps a stash of reject materials she might use, in a box in her house. Her lovely home is filled with beautiful, reused crafts, and functional home decor, from seemingly useless materials she's saved. I really admire her resourcefulness, as well as her beautiful home.

Secondly, the next time you want to buy something, think about how you could make it first, or re-create it using what you already have.

This past week our 3 year old begged us for this plastic fishing toy that seemed harmless enough. Yet when Micah and I got thinking we figured it would either get ignored, or break, in less than a week, and we could make one like it at home. So we did. And it wasn't that hard. And it was more gratifying to cut, paint, and glue with my 3 year old, than bring home a cheap, plastic toy.

Lastly, go green! What does this mean to you? To me it means buying second-hand, reusing what we already have, and making beautiful things from scratch. And most importantly, not buying a cheap plastic product that says "Go Green"! Oh, and washing those Ziploc baggies with a smile on my face. :)



Cardboard fish made from reused cardboard box, toll paints, and paper clips.



Fishing! An apple tree stick, magnets, and string.


My closet reminded me of Grandma. Everything in her house was in a cardboard box, labeled with permanent marker. Everything. Even her socks.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Hoppy Easter





If you show up an hour late to the community Easter egg hunt because the local newspaper printed the time wrong, you get lots of pity candy and toys. Yes!
But why was I the only one late? Oh well. We had fun. Zadok isn't sure how he feels about this giant rabbit. However, he asked if the pretend Easter bunny was coming to church today? No, I said. His ears are too big and we wouldn't be able to see the speakers.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Honey Whole Wheat Pudding

This delicious pudding is my FAVORITE.
I'm not sure if anyone loves this pudding as much as me. I've made it for friends and haven't gotten a lot of huge feedback about it. However, I am willing to bet they may not be as pudding fanatical as I am. I do love a good pudding. When I was in labor with Odin, Micah spoon fed me pudding in my birth pool when I got hungry. I wonder what it would be like to labor in a pool full of pudding? Probably too sticky.
MMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm pudding.



So here's the recipe ya'll.

Honey Whole Wheat Pudding:

Description:
This makes a thick, warm, yummy pudding made out of pretty healthy ingredients.

Ingredients:
3/4 Cup of Whole Wheat Flour
2 Cups of dry milk powder
1 Cup of Honey
touch of salt
5 Cups of Water
4 eggs
3 Tablespoons butter
2 teaspoons vanilla

Directions:
combine in a large pot on stove top:
3/4 cup WW Flour
2 Cups dry milk powder
1 Cup of Honey
touch of salt
5 Cups water

Ina separate bowl beat until smooth, 4 eggs

While the mixture in the large pot is heating up, stir constantly.
Add egg mixture to warm mix in large pot
Stir constantly (the tiring part)

As it gets hotter it mixes together better, and gets thicker.
When it starts to boil count to 30 and then turn off the heat.
Remove from stove and then add:
3 Tablespoons butter
2 teaspoons vanilla

Let it cool a little before serving.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Factoids

Factoid 1.
I dropped out of college my senior year and I am happy with my life. I was studying Recreational Therapy and it was thrilling to me, but now I am more thrilled with recreational parenting. I like to think that the things I studied can be applied to my job as mom. I've thought about going back for those last two semesters but it's just not on my priority list right now.
By the way, human lactation is thrilling to me. I would like to get my licence as a certified lactation consultant sometime in the future. Now that would be fun.

Factoid 2.
I like to vacuum. It's the one domestic chore that gives me instantaneous satisfaction.
All I have to do is stand there and push this machine and my house looks 10 times cleaner. I dream of someday owning an amazing vacuum that sucks up everything in its path. The last 3 vacuums I've owned are thrift store rejects that function just enough to make the carpet look clean. I vacuum my carpet every 3-4 days.

Factoid 3.
Our family shares a big bed and we enjoy it immensely. I've never owned a crib and don't plan on it.
The moment our new babies come out, I can't imagine them anywhere else but the crook of my arm. It's a powerful instinct, and it's a lot easier to nurse, too. Who wants to get out of bed in the middle of the night? Not me.
I believe strongly that our little ones shouldn't sleep alone until they are ready.
One of our favorite things in the world is waking up to our kids snuggled up to us.

Factoid 4.
The first music concert I ever went to was Pearl Jam. I was 13. I remember wearing cut off jean shorts, knee length white socks, and a onesie. Yes, a onesie! It was a white bodysuit that snapped underneath. If those came back in style could you wear one? I'm not sure if I could. But the concert was awesome. I always thought Eddie Veder was hot.

Factoid 5.
When I was in high school I got beat up for being white. (Yes, racism is alive and well in beautiful Polynesia.) I was accused of giving a girl "stink eye" which is basically scowling your forehead and frowning. It was really just an excuse for them to gang up on my bootie. It was so ridiculous, and I still remember how scared I was.

Factoid 6.
As soon as I get the kids to bed tonight I'm going to sew something pretty.

Friday, April 3, 2009

Pregnancy Protein Balls

I got pretty addicted to making these hi-pro peanut butter balls when I was last pregnant. Our midwife at the time gave me some great recipes to increase my daily protein intake. We were pretty adamant about getting at least 100 grams of protein a day for babies optimal development. During our first pregnancy I would chart down everything I was eating and Micah would count up the protein grams. For our second pregnancy I wasn't as diligent at writing everything down, but felt I had a good idea about what foods were rich in protein. If it was 10 o'clock at night and I was lacking 20 grams I knew I could always pop a PB ball in my mouth to make up for it.
Anyways, I have been making them like crazy these last few days (no, I'm not pregnant, just hungry) and thought I would share the recipe. Kids love em, too.

High protein PB balls

1 cup peanut butter
1 cup powdered milk
1/2 cup nutritional yeast (brewers yeast)
1/2 cup honey or molasses (i prefer honey)
1/2 cup sunflower seeds


Mix by hand into bite sized balls, refrigerate, enjoy!

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

A Girls Best Friend

There she sits, waiting for me to sit down and go to work, but I can't give her the time of day. I look at her longingly and yearn for our togetherness. I want so bad to thread her needle, wind her bobbin, pump her pedal, and listen to the wirrrrrrr of her machinery. I want to create. I want to create SOMETHING!!!!!!!! But instead I will go pay some bills, wash some dishes, fold the laundry, write up a rental agreement, brush my teeth, and go to bed. Oh well. Maybe next week. I miss you.

Well, at least I can watch this hilariousness while I pay bills. I've had this tune in my head since the 5Th grade.