We are part of a community that blogged our way through ttc together, having children, sleepless nights and all the parenting good times and challenging times. My heart goes out to Jodi and Timaree and their little Croc. Such a sweet and loving family. Please know how many of us are sending you warm thoughts, thinking of you and wishing we could do more.
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Change is in the air. F got regularized at the college. We get both limits and freedom with this. She will have two months off vacation and one month of professional development. She works hard when she is teaching. Those other three months she can be anywhere. That is a lot of freedom. It almost gives us too many options. There is talk of a masters.
My work is under so much change I really don’t know what my department will look like in six months. The unknowing makes it a little tricky to plan and I really love my department and colleagues. I have learned and grown a lot in the past few months as I have been immersed (and for two months this summer the big cheese) in all these changes. Who knows what will happen for me in terms of work and how we will juggle it in terms of work/family/travel balance.
Now we start thinking…where to go? When can we take time off? What is right for Pnut? What is good for all of us as a family? The age-old question…can we travel to Brunei without risking imprisonment? Gotta start phoning the consultants again.
Pnut is 3ish. We moved her birthday up a couple of months so that we could have friends together at the nearby farm and ride her favorite pony. We are an urban family raising a farmer. Yesterday she just wanted to stay and watch the farmer clean out stalls, in other words shovel manure.
I moved my birthday years ago and it is has been so freeing. There was very little positive holding me to that date. Moving my birthday was freed me from those times.
I aim to have the most fun possible everyday and flexible birthdays fits with that very nicely. A farm birthday with her friends and favorite pony was perfect.
The daily cape wearing continues. Sometimes I see her in the cape and love that she is almost three and has spent the entire summer wearing the same little shorts and shirt. What could be better and more satisfying that wearing your favorite cape everyday? Other days I look wistfully at the clean, stain free, clothes I bought for her at the kids swap meets that she never wore. Oy. We don’t even try to get the stains out of the cape anymore.
She attended her first day of Chinese School in the cape and my flip flops. Oh gosh I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel some kind of pressure to have her wear something that was at least clean looking and shoes that fit. I just kept remember going with my mother in law to see my nieces at their Chinese school. My mother in law brings with her a brush, hair clips and home sewn skirts to fix up my nieces after their parents drop them off. I am so not measuring up, but we made it and the school I found is awesome.
I recently have been able to slightly expand the cape to include a purple monkey shirt. The label on the inside even says the grape cape. When she accepted it as a cape I bought two more exactly the same. I also sewed some monkey patches on some pants in the hopes to ease the transition to colder weather clothes. I haven’t done anything creative for a long time and it was so satisfying to design some capes for her. I keep a few non-cape clothes items in her drawer in case she wants to wear something else, but so far she is sticking to her favorite capes.
Puffer’s posts here and here made me a little crazy. I started planning what I needed to sell on craigslist, looking around at everything I needed to get rid of and contemplating what to pack. Also points, what am I doing about points?! I don’t have any hotel points. Do I have to stay in a hotel to get them?
Luckily I went down this rabbit hole before and am a little more grounded now. Right now we are staying put (with some vacations like Hawaii and the Queer family ski trip). There is a big trip to South East Asia in the works that we are saving for and we are over half way there. We are not going to become a fully nomadic family (at least for right now). There are some parts of me that it really calls to, but I also really love where I live and love having a home. I read this blog post and it really stuck with me. They talked about the idea of “roots with wings.” Something along those lines feels more right. Lots of longer travel especially in the dark winter months, but still with a home.
Now back to Puffer. I am thrilled to bits for her and her family and will be following their every move. In the meantime, I am cleaning out our house, selling things and preparing to live with a little less space so that we can build a coach house in the yard. Living with less is good and will be part of what makes us free. So for right now, I am focusing on enjoying each day and letting the travel thoughts hum in the background. No rabbit holes🙂
This is the best nursing story ever in my world. Pnut is still nursing. Only about 10 seconds a side at bedtime, but still nursing. I am feeling done and have been trying to figure out what to do about it. How much her crying do I want to do if she would just stop on her own in a few weeks anyway? Will she stop in a few weeks? What if this goes on forever? Oy.
Last night rocked! I put her to bed with her two monkeys, dada and dada. These monkeys are a very agreeable chatty pair and have become a very sweet part of getting her ready for bed. They pick out books, turn pages, drink water and generally like everything that she does.
I finally got her and those monkeys into bed and she pipes up dada and dada and I need mama milk. This is not the first time I have fed monkeys. When she was little she would stop nursing so that monkey could take a turn. I picked up those monkeys and they pretended to nurse and got tucked in. I asked her if she wanted to nurse like dada and dada. Yes. She said yes! A very short pretend nurse and she was back in bed. We might get there thanks to two very fine monkeys.