Andy and Amanda

The Non-Wrangellite Morses

A Year of Rónán 13 October, 2012

My kid is ONE. A whole, entire year old! How did that even happen? Where does the time go? He was a newborn just last week and now he’s refusing to walk more than 5 steps unless I distract him with grapes. Time needs to just slow back down to its snail’s pace from when I was in high school. I just want to hold on so tightly to Ró and never let him slip away. Is that really so much to ask?

A Whole Year!

New Things

Movement- Ró is a kid on a mission… to trick Mama into thinking he doesn’t know how to crawl. He’ll walk if he has something in his hand or isn’t paying attention to what he’s doing, but he’s back on his bum crawling as soon as he realises what he’s done. He’s lickity split crawling, but I can hardly wait for him to take off on two legs. Dancing is a whole different story, though, and Ró loves to boogy down. His favourite tunes are the ones he plays on his vast collection of tiny instruments. You’d never guess that he comes from such a musical family or anything!  We listen to a lot of NPR during the day, but I’m trying to play more music since he loves it so darn much.

Talking- We’ve been signing with Ró since the day he was born, so he’s got the important ones down, but he also has quite the verbal vocabulary. I hadn’t been counting them until his pedi asked at his 12 month check up about how many he says, but he’s super far ahead of what’s expected at his age. Right now he says between 15 and 20 words (some more often than others), but what’s expected is only 1-2. I credit all the in depth conversations I have with him about feminism and our hours reading. I’m one proud mama!

Books- This kid loves them. All the time. It doesn’t even matter if someone isn’t reading them to him, he crawls right over and takes care of business himself. At a friend’s birthday party he was kind enough to take all his buddy’s new books and read them for him, just to make sure they were good enough.

Don’t get between my kid and Llama Llama Red Pajama

Books, he haz dem

Sleep- We’re cutting molars right now and are still adjusting to life back home, so  he’s been a little more restless, but I’ve always been lucky in the night-sleeping department. Naps, however, are a totally different story…

Games- Itsy Bitsy Spider, the ASL alphabet, and peekaboo are big right now-I mean BIG. Ró has also learned to boof tummies; by the time he finishes his face and my tummy are both covered in spit and we’re both in stitches laughing. My heart melts. At the playground he’s able to climb all the way up the toys himself, but loves it when I hold his arms to help him slide down then swing him back up again. My little lad has spent hours giggling away, signing “more” eagerly after each go down the slide.

 

Water Play

Being a very tiny human-shaped pinniped, you might expect that Rónán would love water, but I didn’t expect him to love it quite so much. My little guy is simply fearless in the face of H20, so we were lucky to get in some quality aquatic fun this summer- possibly our last in Seattle.

My wee blue-eyed boy

Ró loves Mama Maggie!

Right in the eye

Surprise from behind

Experimenting

Sharing snacks with friends

“Num num, Mama!”

 

Portland and BFFs

My very best (not cat) friend Val recently returned from a very long year in South America teaching physics and moved to lovely Portland, but I hadn’t had a chance to visit her until August when one of my favourite astrophysicists, Phil Plait, happened to be giving a last-minute lecture. Was that sentence long enough for you? Sorry about that. Dr. Plait announced that he would be giving the talk just 2 days before it happened, but Val was awesome enough to offer to put Ró and I up for the night. We had an awesome time going down and Dr. Plait gave a fantastic speech that was most definitely worth the 7 hour round-trip drive, but we were sorry to not see more of Valerie, as she was heading to Whitefish for a festival the next day.

Nursies break

Death from the skies!

I thought that we wouldn’t see her again for a few months, but she was in a non-serious motorcycle accident and broke her leg soon after she got home. Because her family lives here in Washington and she hasn’t had a lot of opportunities to make new friends (and because I’m totally awesome), Ró and I went back down to take care of her while she recovered. Have you ever had one of those connections to a person that seem to never grow frail or fade despite long period apart? I have that with Val. It doesn’t seem to ever matter how far apart we are, how long it’s been, or what stupid fight we got into when we last saw each other, I always fall back into how we were at 12 coming up with awesomely terrible ideas and laughing at ridiculous things. I didn’t even realise how much I missed her until I spent a little more than a week in a studio apartment with her and my baby in 97* heat. If that sounds like a bad time, you’re dead wrong. It was the most fun I’d had in a long time.

Val worked during the day, so Ró and I were able to explore the city, which is beautiful and exciting, if you haven’t been. I’m in love.

Welcome to Portland

Ró and I were mad about Powell’s. Seriously, this is just the directory.

Sectarian graffiti

All you need is love

Keep Portland Weird

Peekaboo!

Even more importantly, Ró got a crash course in Auntie Val. It was wonderful and magical and now I wish we lived in Portland. It warmed my heart to be in that city. PDX forever. ♥

 

Terrible Poster

Filed under: Memories We Love — Your Best Friend, Amanda @ 17:24

I have been terrible about posting updates to our little blog, but much less awful about actually writing them. I’ve made a big effort to write more and utilise the wordpress app, but, very unfortunately, it is completely incapable of formatting the post. At all. Seriously, they always look like total crap when I post directly from it. I’ve tried manually changing the html of the images even, but no dice.

 

Anyway, Ró and I have had quite the busy summer/fall (Andy too, but mostly us), so be prepared for a photo overload over here. Get ready.

 

Finger Paints 26 July, 2012

I imagine that you’ve heard of the great time waster Pinterest. No? You may want to keep it that way. As much as it’s a time sucker, I do get some handy tips from there-such as how to make finger paints for my wee Pinniped. We’ve had fantastic weather lately, so I wanted to encourage the artist in Ró out in the yard. The recipe was pretty flawed (it needed TONS more water than is called for and makes way too much), but it was easy to half and correct.

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1/4c grated natural soap
1/2c water (add more later)
1/2c corn starch
natural food colour

Boil grated soap in 1/2c water until well melted and even consistency. Do not allow to bubble too much.
Add cornstarch and more water until correct consistency. It should be quite thin, but still viscous enough that it holds together. I had to add loads more water to get it thin enough, but it stirred easily enough. I refrigerated it for a few hours as it was quite hot before adding the colour and giving it to Ró.

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He had a great time spreading it around on his canvas, even if he was a bit unsure about how it tasted at first. I had used just a generic natural soap this time, but I think I’ll add some essential oil or something next time to jazz it up if he should eat it again.

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He really loves doing things with his feet lately, so foot-painting was very in character for him!

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I was pleasantly surprised that it didn’t stain and washed off quite easily. We even used the leftovers in the bath!

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The recipe says it will keep in your fridge for a week, but it’s easy enough to make and dries out very quickly. The half batch I’ve made and just listed is enough for a single play and the bath.

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He needed to stretch out after all that fun!

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Overall I’m quite pleased with the results. I think that I’ll need to spray his piece with some clear lacquer to preserve it, but it’s just lovely!

 

Busy Bees 4 July, 2012

The last few months have been crazy for us-like really crazy, mind-blowing crazy, but also so rewarding and so worth the time and effort that they have required from us. Ró is growing into such a big boy (he’s 10 MONTHS OLD) and Andy and I have also made some pretty serious life decisions. I started a course to be a doula and lactation consultant, with the ultimate goal to be a midwife. I left UW on a whimpering note and have languished at my fun (but not fulfilling) job not quite sure what I wanted to do with my life. I knew that I wanted to work and have that independence, but I wasn’t sure what was calling me in life. I considered birthwork while I was pregnant, but after Ró’s birth I knew it was the path for me. It’s very early days yet, but in approximately 5 years I’ll be a licensed midwife, delivering babies and preaching the Homebirth Gospel. I’ve never been so excited about anything that wasn’t my kid.

I’ve also been involved with some activism groups, including Doctors Opposing Circumcision and The Whole Network. I’m working on a post about our presence in last Sunday’s PRIDE parade, but it isn’t quite done yet. Stay tuned! I’m lazy about patriotism, so I plan on spending more time catch-up blogging than eating meat-on-a-stick today.

As though my love and passion for helping mothers and babies wasn’t enough of a reason to want to pursue birthwork, my Granny recently told me that my Great-Grandmother, her mother, was a lay midwife in her community in Belfast. The women in the area would have her come round when they went into labour to assist them. How awesome is that? I’m not sure if they give you bonus midwife points for being a Legacy Midwife, but they certainly should. Birth is beautiful, powerful, and the best experience of my life. I can hardly wait to help other mothers feel the same empowering femininity that I did when Rónán arrived into the world. ♥

If you’re interested in birthwork or another flavour of natural medicine, Bastyr is a great place to look!

 

9 Months, 10 Months

9 Months

10 Months

Everyday I’m amazed at how perfect and wonderful my son is. Rónán is growing so much I hardly know how he manages to do it all. As I’ve mentioned in the past, he’s been standing since December and starting to cruise for a couple of months. Because of this, we thought he’d skip right over crawling and jump to walking-we were fantastically mistaken in this assumption. Our little man is a crawling everywhere and is into everything. There’s no stopping this kid. He’s cruising along the furniture and the walls too, but he’s a crawling machine. Recently we paid a visit with our friend Una and her mother Maggie to the downtown library. Una was running all over in the children’s section and Ró was tailing right behind her. My heart feels full to busting with all the love I have for my little man. 

The deets:

  • Movement- Everywhere, all the time. I’m dreading when he discovers the kitty box. There’s no hiding either; when he wants to find you he will get you. And if you’re in the shower there’s nowhere to run.
  • Games- He loves to play chase with anyone who will play with him. When he crawls to me I run away shouting “runaway mama!” and he laughs hysterically. He never seems to get tired. Hand games are still very popular too, with the ABCs in sign language being an instant-stop-crying go-to-song.
  • Language- Words are still hard, but that doesn’t stop Rónán from singing along to Africa every time we play it for him. Poor kid is in for a sad awakening when he finds out that Toto stopped recording about 30 years ago. He dances along to it now too. IU just about die when he starts bobbing along to “I bless the rains.” He does his ballerina mama proud.
  • Sleep- I’m still happily nursing and we co-sleep, so I don’t particularly mind that he wakes up once a night for a quick feed. He doesn’t even really make me do anything anymore; it’s fantastic! Getting him to sleep isn’t quite as easy as when he was a newborn anymore, but it’s back to not-torture anymore. We have a nice dinner-play-diaper-jammies-books-song-nursing routine going and he’s always ready to crash at the end of it.

Parenting is much harder, much more complicated, and much more rewarding than I had ever anticipated it would be. I love every single second of it. 

 

 
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