Squeezing the baby out of her.

My little one is only 15 months old. That means that she'll be 17 months old, max, when this new baby comes. That seems so young compared to her sister who was 2 1/2 years old when Ainsley joined our family.

I've only got five to nine more weeks with my baby girl before she's not my "baby" anymore. I'm trying to squeeze every last bit of it out of her while I can. Granted, the new baby will spend the first little bit simply nursing, sleeping, and cuddling, so Ainsley will have those few weeks, but it still seems like so little to me.

So while I'm trying to notice and appreciate my baby, she's trying to grow up. Here she is trying to nurse her dolly...



and insisting that her doll go potty with her.



This EC business has worked out really well for us. Hannah was a "graduate" (out of diapers - reliable at getting herself to the potty or telling us she needed to go) at eighteen months, and it looks like Ainsley will be there at least by the time the baby is born. It will be wonderful if she is because I would only have one baby in diapers at a time. We haven't pushed it - that's more than a bit counter-productive for EC - so if she's still in diapers when the baby comes, I won't be stressed about it... just very happy if she's done!

It's a strange mixture of feelings for a mom - to want to stop your babe from growing up, but to be so excited to watch the "next" thing they do.

The birds and the bees.

For various reasons, we've always been very open with our daughter about bodies and used correct names for body parts. Sure, we call it a bum that poots and she insists that mommy has nursies, but she will just as easily talk about breasts and nipples, and be more open about body names for the nether regions as well. (Damn keyword searches - I'm not sure what words will bring the sickos to my blog, so I have to be more of a prude than my daughter.)

Being this open with her questions has some endearing side effects. Like tonight, I'm making dinner and I feel these arms wrap around my legs. I look down and my three and a half year old says "Mother, thank you for giving birth to me." So grown up sounding, and so authentic - completely unprompted and unrehearsed - coming from such a small person.

Later that night her daddy was teasing her, so I asked her "Where did you get such a silly daddy?" Her answer? "From Grandma's uterus." Her grandma would turn three shades of red if she heard that (much like she did when Hannah at two and a half informed me in front of Grandma that she wanted to nurse on my nipple).

If I were going to classify her...

I'd be lost.

My older daughter. She loves painting her nails and fixing her hair. She loves dancing and dresses. But she's no girly girl. She gets all fixed up and goes out to chase the goats.

Here's pictorial proof:



So I'm not going to call my multi-faceted little one a girly-girl. But at three and a half years old, with no discussion in our house of earrings, piercings, or jewelry (I am most definitely NOT girly), she wanted to get her ears pierced. Has wanted to since about September. My ears aren't pierced, and few people she knows have pierced ears, but princesses do, and princesses do wear the most beautiful earrings.

My parents didn't "allow" piercings until 16 years old, and even then it was the parents decision. I remember getting mine pierced some time after 16 years old with my paper route money. Just went to Wal-Mart and got them pierced. My dad was livid that I hadn't gotten his permission. About something I was doing to my body with my money. My husband was raised in the same type of restrictive environment, so I expected him to want her to wait. He could've cared less.

We talked about it with her. Showed her pictures of people getting their ears pierced, explained the procedure to her. Not to scare her, just to help her make an informed decision. Matt even took her online (love Google images) and showed her all sorts of body piercings and talked about how different cultures think different piercings and body decorations are pretty. We talked to her about the necessary ear care and how she'd have to wear the same pair of earrings for six. weeks. She was fine with that.

So Hannah got her ears pierced. I let her pick out which of the 'starter' earrings she wanted since she would have to wear them for so long. If I'd insisted on the silver studs, she would have been wanting to take them out within a few days. We also timed our ear piercing so that we would have the most child-experienced piercer. She marked Hannah's ears and then had another lady pierce the other ear at the same time so that Hannah would only have one painful moment.

When they pierced them, Hannah jumped, said "that was hurty", and asked for a mirror. She's been faithful about cleaning and twisting them twice daily. She only has one more week in the starter earrings, but seeing as how they're pink flowers, I don't know if she'll want to change them out. Matt's got a special outing planned for her next week to pick out her first "removable" earrings. I think he's more excited about it than she is. Like I said, the ones she has now are Pink. Flowers.



We've never taken a "show off your earrings" picture, so this is the best one I could find.

Oh for Crap!

So says Hannah when she's forgotten something.

A 'radical unschooling' challenge

Hannah loves dancing. It is her joy. She asked to take a dance class this fall so that she could 'dance with lots of other girls'. Since she's preschool age, there are few girls her age around that can come over for dancing, so we agreed to look for a class.

It is amazing how structured and disciplined teachers expect such young girls to be and how displinary and structured the girls' parents want the teachers to be with their young girls.

There are not many options in the rural area we live in. We were able to knock out two of the three available classes since they don't allow parents to watch or be in the same room. They have their reasons, but it would not have worked for Hannah. That left us with 'Miss Katrina'.

After a few months of this class, Hannah's motivation to dance at home changed. It was no longer all-encompassing and the dancing she did was frequently followed by "that's how Miss Katrina told me to dance".

When Miss Katrina ramped up the dance class time spent on rehearsing for the recital, Hannah would leave the dance class periodically to come sit beside me saying "this is boring". They would spend 30 minutes rehearsing the same 45 second dance over and over and over. No fun for a three year old.

We stayed for the recital since it had been so talked up in class and Hannah wanted to be part of it. Thankfully it was an underwhelming experience for her and she doesn't want to attend that class anymore. This was a welcome development for me since I had some real issues with certain discipline tactics the teacher used and wanted to pull Hannah from the class because I didn't think she was old enough to deal well with being treated so disrespectfully and I hated seeing her inner dancer be stifled at such a young age. So my issue had been "Do I trust that she knows what she wants to do and allow her to keep attending a class that I think may be harming her or do I say that I'm the mom, I know best, and pull her out which would eat away at her autonomy?"

Hannah seemed to be dealing with most of the teacher's discipline tactics well since she's so strong-willed and we talked about them outside of class. She had no problem leaving a tense or controlling situation to come sit by me. The one issue that was causing her angst that she couldn't work through on her own was the teacher telling the kids to calm down, listen, and behave "or I won't think you're big enough to perform and you won't get to". Hannah wasn't used to that type of manipulation and explaining it to her (that the teacher WOULD let them perform) didn't help. She doesn't understand adults lying. After two weeks of this, I went to class prepared to talk to the teacher about it and ask her not to say it anymore, but the situation had resolved itself - the teacher quit using that control mechanism.

It turns out that my "unschooling issue/challenge" wasn't as cut and dried as I thought it was. After brainstorming with Hannah, we've decided to look for a class in a bigger city about 45 minutes away, a class more compatible with our daughter since she still wants to 'dance with a lot of girls'. Hopefully we can find a class that's some free dance, some tumbling, and lots of giggling. It will be worth the drive for us - and since my sister lives there, we'll get to see her more frequently!

Since the end of the class, about a month ago, Hannah's free-form dancing at home has come back full force. She incorporates moves she learned in class, but they have become part of her dance instead of the only moves she feels she should do.

First day:





Heading to dance class:



Throughout the fall:









Dance recital. I've only got backstage pictures since I couldn't get any good pictures of her from the side where I was standing. Matt was out front but used our camera there for video (and the video shows a bunch of indistinguishable three year olds in white bird costumes running around a stage).

Playing with other girls before the performance:



Waiting to go on:

When you live in a quiet little town...

you don't expect to see ads like this in your local fabric store's newsletter.

"Don't forget it's time to sign up for the 2008 1st Saturday program.

Come STRIP with us! We promise it will be fun, fast and easy.

Warning: This practice can be addictive.

All you have to do is come in on every 1st Sat. of the month."

I know that this must be a new sewing/crafting technique that I haven't heard about. Right? Please tell me I'm right.

NYE was quiet here.

I actually went to bed at 11:40 pm. Matt said that staying up until midnight was overkill since we'd already passed NYE in two time zones in the US. I agreed.

We played Hannah's new Ladybug Game that she's enthralled with - it must be played at least five times a day.

Matt and the girls had their traditional milkshake. Not a NYE tradition, mind you. It's a nightly tradition.



Hannah made a heart necklace out of the glow-in-the-dark perler beads she got for Christmas.





Hannah and Ainsley also played with a toy they got from a fast food restaurant. You spread the playdoh over the mold and get to see a skeleton when you pull it off.



This morning Ainsley has been an unapologetic Daddy's Girl. Mommy not allowed anywhere near. Hannah's on her fourth personality (puppy, kitty, barking kitty, baby). Matt's got the girls so that I can do the budget... It's a good start to the new year.

$1 store bargain.

There's a reason that dollar stores get some items cheaply enough to sell for one dollar.

Exhibit #1: A cute stuffed puppy that barks. It would easily sell for more than $1 but for one issue. It barks from its butt.

Unschooling blog.

http://nurturedbylove.blogspot.com/

A fantastic blog by a mom in Canada.

She's a Suzuki instructor, so there are a lot of musical posts.

Her kids are math whizzes, so there are a lot of math resource posts.

They are involved in an unschoolers culture club, so those posts are lots of fun to read and give me ideas to store away for the future.

She posts about every day life, so you get a really good snapshot of one unschooling family (and some recipes!).

Brains and things.

Hannah loves figuring out how the body works. Her latest obsession is the brain. For a few days she's been asking me what a brain looks like and I keep telling her that we should look it up, but we've never gotten around to it.

Last night we got on Google images and looked up pictures of brains. Matt walked by as we were doing this, saw it was something 'scientific' and jumped in, telling her what the different parts of the brain did, which she loved.

Then she wanted to see a real brain working. We went to YouTube and found videos of brain surgery which led to an explanation of tumors and the difference between malignant and benign tumors. Matt and I have both had benign tumors removed, so she got to hear about that although she wasn't happy that her nursie had once had a tumor in it. That night when Matt was putting her to bed she told him that she had a tumor in her forehead, "but it's not manignant, Daddy. It's be-ign. It doesn't hurt at all. But it's there." Luckily, it was gone by morning.

Following YouTube links, she progressed from brain surgery to heart surgery which finally - FINALLY - helped her connect to the heartbeat she hears when we go visit the midwives. Now she's very excited about our next midwife visit and Ainsley is sick of having Hannah's ear pressed to her chest every time she lies down.

So if I had to classify last night, would it be biology? Physical sciences? I still need to look into Idaho homeschooling regulations to see how to meet the requirements while unschooling.

Need noise?

When I'm folding laundry, I like to have something on to keep me distracted from the drudgery. It used to be a tv show online, but I was floundering when the writers strike hit.

Then I happened upon TED. Now I don't think that I'll go back to tv. Most of the talks I've listened to have been wonderful, some have been ok, a few have been blah.

Try it, you may like it!

Christmas just like momma used to make it.

Christmas morning.

Santa came.



Then the girls came.



I can't remember what brought on this level of excitement.



Ains unwrapping stocking presents.



Hannah with the surprise exciting present of the day - princess underwear. (We thought they would be well received, but not pored over and changed at least 57 times throughout the day.) All were loved except for Jasmine who was generously given to her sister.



Reading through a book of mythical animals.



Playing with gorgeous hats and a flute that their uncle sent them.





Random play throughout the day... These pics don't include the hours of play with Hannah's favorite present (the one she wrote Santa for), her "Brisa pony", a Breyer pegasus. It's very small and Ainsley got a different one ("Kona"), so I was Kona to her Brisa for many hours of pretend. Ainsley spent those hours interacting with us, cooking with Matt, or playing with the dolls that I made for Hannah and her.

We also played a new game called Gassy Gus that Matt got. You feed Gus different foods, and the gassier they are, the bigger his tummy gets. If he poots while you're feeding him, you have to take more cards. The girls LOVED it.

The night before Christmas...

We read Christmas books, watched a Christmas movie (The Grinch), wrapped family presents, and gave the girls their new jammies.

The girls loved playing with the wrapping paper tubes. First they had a sword fight and then Ainsley turned hers (without any prompting) into a horse.







New jammies.

Through the month of December.

Writing a letter to Santa.



Then delivering it...





Visiting a camel at a local lights extravaganza.



Getting presents that the Elf left the night before. The Elf visits several times before Christmas Day. This time he left Hannah a book about fairies and Ainsley a toy.



A friend showing Hannah a Russian nesting doll - she'd never seen one before and was fascinated. I'd never seen one go down so small. The tiniest doll was the size of my pinky fingernail.



What happens when your daughter tells you she has something on her dress and without looking you tell her to "just shake it off". Candy powder can really fly.



Making glitter snowflakes. This was our first foray into glitter and it was very glittery.









Snow play.





Watching Matt try to get a DVD out of our broken DVD player.



Playing with a sticky monkey that she got out of a 25 cent vending machine. As you can see from her face, she thought it was hilarious when it would "climb" down the window.





Ainsley dressing up. I try to keep her out of the hallway during the day because this is what happens when she sees all of the winter clothes.