28 April 2014

Poetry. Not just for English class.

April is National Poetry Month.  I had no idea there was such a thing.  But! I think it's marvelous.

I love poetry thanks to my Mamacita.  I did not love it so much when she made me memorize it as a kid... Yet now I find myself plunking down sometimes to just get a good poetry fix and find the words that say what I need to be said that I couldn't find before.  And sometimes I memorize them so I have those words and feelings instantly available, ready to feed my soul whenever I need them.  So Mom, you win.  I admit that memorizing those poems did actually benefit me.

Back on point.  Poetry Month.  Many, many thanks to Rebecca (a friend from high school and total inspiration to me in her promotion of literacy and good teaching) for letting me know.  P.S. Her blog makes me want her to teach wherever my kids go to school, please?  In honor of this stupendous occasion, I offer you three poems.  One to make you laugh.  One personal favorite, favorite, favorite.  And one I wrote, because bravery is a good thing.

To make you laugh: A favorite haiku of my sister, incredibly fitting if you know her. I've no idea if credit belongs to an actual author.
Getting Out of Bed 
No no no no no
No no no no no no no
No no no no no

A favorite: Honestly, picking one is crazy hard.  But this one carries me through hard times and pops into my head so quickly.
"Hope" is the thing with feathers-
"Hope" is the thing with feathers-
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.

One I wrote: I submitted this to an annually published writing collection at Arizona State University; it was accepted and published!  Unfortunately, the collection has more than its fair share of sketchy, graphic, or rather disturbing writing so I ended up not really telling anyone and definitely not sharing it with people.

the necessity of running late on a summer night

heated blues of the evening
deepen into charcoal gray
of wool, wrapping in
thick texture the later hours,
smothering - until
the inky black oozes
slowly from the sky.
dripping its art
upon my pale pink exposure
of flesh, writing a story
as i run.

24 April 2014


Nobody told me that I was missing a few pre-reqs to becoming a mom.  Where was the helpful counselor to inform me that I still needed a few classes?  Who admitted me into this shin-dig when I was clearly not qualified?!

A few classes that I am now taking a crash course in, seeing as how all my college education never really even touched on these topics:
  • Play-Doh 101: Basic elements of Play-Doh sculpture, with a strong focus on animals and people. Additional topics include Play-Doh friendly surfaces and convincing toddlers to keep Play-Doh off of the carpet. 
  • Figure Drawing: How to draw favorite family and friends along with every kind of animal, especially lions, bears, and frogs. Heavy focus on the medium of crayon.
  • Getting Dressed Pathophysiology: Examining symptoms, causes, and treatments of basic child dressing diseases such as Toddlers-Against-Pantsitis and Recurring Outfit Change syndrome.
What about you other people out there?  What classes did your formal education skimp on?

18 April 2014

Who Built the Ark?


I should probably get around to writing his birth story.  Let's be honest though, compared to Mili Kay's, it's pretty tame.  Almost any one compared to that is a bit underwhelming; it's hard to beat one that seems like it belongs in a movie.

Here it goes, in timeline fashion:

Week preceding the due date: Starting to get a bit concerned.  With only spots of false labor here and there, nothing real organized or serious, I'm walking around at a 4 and 80% effaced (for non-pregnancy educated individuals, just look slightly astonished and say "Wow...").  Due to a rather boring backstory that I'm not going to go into, my delivery hospital was in Encinitas and we live in La Mesa. Without traffic, this is 35 minutes.  With?  Easily an hour or more.  I have very fast labors.  I was pretty progressed.  I did not want a freeway delivery.

March 13 (due date!)
1.10 am: First contraction slams home.  It was a brutal one.  They start thick and fast.  Every 4-5 minutes, 30 seconds-1 minute long, and strong.

1.15am: Mili is unceremoniously dumped at my visiting teacher's home.  She looks very bleary and confused.

1.20am: We are on the freeway.  Tyler does not drive the speed limit.

1.50am: Check-in at the hospital.  Nurses are trying to ask lots of questions, hook me up to an IV and monitors, and have me sign paperwork between contractions.  Ha!  Right.

2.14am: Two pushes and one good-sized pair of shoulders later (oof), a healthy 8lb 6oz boy is born!

And that, my friends, is it.  The timing couldn't have been better, thanks to a very loving Heavenly Father who didn't think I needed another epic birth story either.  On a side note, I have to say that I really enjoyed not finding out the gender until the birth, even if it was only for the total excitement of all my nurses that it was a surprise.

08 April 2014

On fattening up babies and other useless information.

According to our bathroom scale, Noah was just shy of 12 pounds a day or two ago.  Which means he's almost certainly there now.  That puts this guy on track for gaining a pound a week since he left the hospital. Do you realize what that means?  He eats like you would not believe.  Or I make cream, not milk. You pick.  I'm not one of those people who loooooves breastfeeding.  I mean, I don't hate it either, it's not some horrible experience for me - I'm pretty spoiled that it all comes so easily.  But, my babies eat and eat and eat.  And eat.  It leaves me feeling so... drained.
I mean, do you see those cheeks?!
On a somewhat related tangent, England killed my ability to grocery shop, therefore we keep running out of food except the Nutella that cruelly sits on my shelf.  (Noah pukes if I eat chocolate.  How unfair is that?) Yesterday there was nothing that seemed even plausible for lunch.  So I didn't really eat lunch - one of the dumbest things I can do right now.  And then my first ever real experience with the baby blues smacked me in the face.  This is all to say I'm really grateful for new days and a husband who upon hearing I didn't eat lunch scooped up both kids and trekked it to the grocery store without me even though he had just gotten home from a hot day on the roofs.
I'm realizing that two kids is a whole different ball game.  My house is a disaster 98% of the time, the dishes are perpetually unwashed, and the laundry, oh man, it's going to eat me.  But! I'm focusing on the fact that both of Noah and Mili are still alive.  And thriving!  Here's to new challenges, a delightfully chunky baby, and cold cereal!
P.S. Noah's birth story is coming soon.