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Monday, September 22, 2014

Simple Beginings

At many times my life could have gone many different ways, and most of those times it was my own choice that shaped things. But in my early years my parents made a series of choices, and though I can't say whether one was better than the other, I do know that my life could have been very different.

I was born my parents lived in a small pre-war house settled on a long narrow strip of land. It had a lawn to play on, flower beds to hide in, berry patches, vegetable beds and a few fruit trees. My mother made most of my baby clothes, including bibs and bedding, and cooked most of our meals from scratch. She worked part-time and I was cared for by my grandparents or in someone's home with a hand full of other young children. It was the start of the 80's and my parents had a budget to live by and a whole lot of energy for a good life.

I remember playing outside, or in the lower cupboard where the pots and pans were stored, and going to the library. We didn't watch a lot of television and what I do remember watching was on PBS. And my baby sister was my favorite playmate. We never wanted for things, and most of the things we owned were of quality, not quantity. Bedroom furniture was bought from a good store, in a classic style and piece by piece. We still have the high chair, cradle, head boards, dressers and desk that my sister and I shared. What was gifts and what was saved for, I don't know, but it was all saved.

This life, though seen through nostalgic, blurred eyes, is the kind of life that I aim for, for today. Though I loved the later years of living on a child filled cul-du-sac, in a new house, with cable and pretty much anything I wanted. Part of me wonders how my life right now would be different if working at the simpler things had ingrained on me as habit and not just memories.

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Our Little Cabbage Patch

There are amazing things happening in my life and I have a ton to say and share.


Me: I am a failed blogger, used to be poet, and new mother.  I am trying to have a simple conscious being, filled with life.  I love loud music, cool weather and skirts.  And of course, I love my family.

Turi: My loving, tolerant, big bear of a husband.  He's the muscle, builder, and repurposer of our team.  He is also my reality check and constant encourager.  His nickname mean 'bear' in Gaelic.


Jellybean: Our sweet little baby girl, she is an even tempered sweet baby.  Who at four months was a nine month cloths wearing, rolling around, sitting up two baby teeth bearing amazement.  She is named for the sugary treat associated with the day she was due.

Fozzy Bear: Our fuzzy little mascot.  He thinks he's a biped and the center of the family. I adopted him before all of this started, he earned his name the moment I met him, with the best Fozzie the Bear impression I ever saw.

This blog is a little bit of everything; recipes, mama musings, reviews, information and advice. I am not perfect and I'm learning as I go, but I want to share what I've learned with all of you.
Please join me as I grow as a Mama and hopefully manage to grow something in my garden too.