Things
The garden is coming along slower than I would like. But what can I do. I'm pretty busy with the little one, and work and life.
Hoping to get things under way this week, or else we will be rushing and the garden won't be it's best. And this year... I want it to be the best. Especially since we are feeding another mouth...
Rowan is eating everything. Yesterday, he chomped down a huge hunk of broccoli, and cauliflower. He's all about feeding himself. He likes yogurt and mango... He eats mango like he's a wood chipper, just files it on down.
Yesterday, he was having naked time after his bath. We were all in the kitchen and Rowan was crawling around, went to the open dishwasher, pulled himself up and took a little walk around the corner of the door while it was folded down. He looked so happy. All in the buff.
He's amazing me every day. I mean, I never expected this kind of feeling. And I love that it's a constant adaptation. I've realized that just when I get used to some thing the way it's been... it changes. So I am a new person each day... with him. He's new and I'm new. And the world is constantly new. I don't feel the same each day, like I did before him. I felt like my life was a bit stagnant at one point. Perhaps it was just the right change that I needed for my life.
Last night, Ian and I got a bug to reorganize... the whole house, at one time. It was insane. We had a friend come over to help move some furniture, so that we could at least get the living room back in order.
I said to my friend Sofia the other week... my job? Oh, I'm a "shifter of objects. It's my obsession and full time job. Other than Rowan... but I'm always moving him along with me."
We got a big kick out of it. As we were moving children and items in her house... and just being human. In the ways that we all are everyday. Whether we move ourselves, or our belongings, or our minds. We just move.
On another note... along some similar lines I guess...
I read the political food article in Gourmet Magazine, March issue. It was about the tomato pickers in FL. Basically it talks about the conditions in which people live and work in FL, picking tomatoes. Hmm... let's see if I can say the same thing a third way! Ha.
gourmet.com
you can read it there if you so choose... I will try to avoid tomatoes from Dec.- May so that I do not support these horrible conditions. Then I start to think... eating out... ? You hardly know where it comes from. So what is ethical to eat? Is there such a place? Perhaps a eatery that only supports local produce and meats? Etc. It gives me a lot to think about. I enjoy that about this magazine. Plus, if it's about food... I will read. And make. And eat.
This was/is the first time I worked without Rowan with me. Interesting. Exciting. Moving. Lonely. Freeing. All kinds of things all at once. It's been great and I have Ian to thank for it. I also like that I made money on my own... knowing that my little guy is in good hands and happy.
Good week to you and yours!
Hoping to get things under way this week, or else we will be rushing and the garden won't be it's best. And this year... I want it to be the best. Especially since we are feeding another mouth...
Rowan is eating everything. Yesterday, he chomped down a huge hunk of broccoli, and cauliflower. He's all about feeding himself. He likes yogurt and mango... He eats mango like he's a wood chipper, just files it on down.
Yesterday, he was having naked time after his bath. We were all in the kitchen and Rowan was crawling around, went to the open dishwasher, pulled himself up and took a little walk around the corner of the door while it was folded down. He looked so happy. All in the buff.
He's amazing me every day. I mean, I never expected this kind of feeling. And I love that it's a constant adaptation. I've realized that just when I get used to some thing the way it's been... it changes. So I am a new person each day... with him. He's new and I'm new. And the world is constantly new. I don't feel the same each day, like I did before him. I felt like my life was a bit stagnant at one point. Perhaps it was just the right change that I needed for my life.
Last night, Ian and I got a bug to reorganize... the whole house, at one time. It was insane. We had a friend come over to help move some furniture, so that we could at least get the living room back in order.
I said to my friend Sofia the other week... my job? Oh, I'm a "shifter of objects. It's my obsession and full time job. Other than Rowan... but I'm always moving him along with me."
We got a big kick out of it. As we were moving children and items in her house... and just being human. In the ways that we all are everyday. Whether we move ourselves, or our belongings, or our minds. We just move.
On another note... along some similar lines I guess...
I read the political food article in Gourmet Magazine, March issue. It was about the tomato pickers in FL. Basically it talks about the conditions in which people live and work in FL, picking tomatoes. Hmm... let's see if I can say the same thing a third way! Ha.
gourmet.com
you can read it there if you so choose... I will try to avoid tomatoes from Dec.- May so that I do not support these horrible conditions. Then I start to think... eating out... ? You hardly know where it comes from. So what is ethical to eat? Is there such a place? Perhaps a eatery that only supports local produce and meats? Etc. It gives me a lot to think about. I enjoy that about this magazine. Plus, if it's about food... I will read. And make. And eat.
This was/is the first time I worked without Rowan with me. Interesting. Exciting. Moving. Lonely. Freeing. All kinds of things all at once. It's been great and I have Ian to thank for it. I also like that I made money on my own... knowing that my little guy is in good hands and happy.
Good week to you and yours!