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Zach, Judah and I have been in Anchorage this week – luckily enough our trip coincided with an Andy Warhol exhibit at the Anchorage museum. Aside from an interesting but unfortunate mishap, about which I don’t think I can speak of on such a public forum, the museum trip was a giant success. I was excited to view Art that did not fall under the exclusive title of Alaskan Landscapes and Judah loved the children’s portion of the Warhol exhibit, which included about 50 pairs of sunglasses for trying on.

And! Judah and her little Homer friends were extra pleased to visit the Imaginarium. Who knew Anchorage could be such a good time?

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Snowy Day

Hurray, there is snow and definitive signs of winter-time in Homer! Judah, Amesa, Blaster and I are excited about playing outside in the snow. I’m afraid that Zach Brown is slightly less enthusiastic about working outside in the snow, perhaps because he does not have frequent indoor interludes of snack time, story time, nap time, 4pm glass of wine time, etc.

The one major drawback of winter in Judah’s mind seems to be the absence of berries growing on the once prosperous bushes. And alas, she believes this to be her own fault and is now bemoaning her lack of foresight…”Oh bother! Judah eat ALL the berries. Should have saved some”! (Although we did save some and they are in the freezer…)

Now that mitten season is unarguably present, Judah insists on wearing her mittens at all times. She wore them to bed last night – they stayed on until morning and she is now wearing a different pair while napping.

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Summer is drawing to a close in this hemisphere, although in Homer, Alaska it feels as though summer is just now on it’s way in… this past week’s weather has been the nicest since April! I’m quite excited for Winter; it’s a fun season and I love the natural transitions from Summer to Autumn and how by mid-Winter, all people can think about is the imminent arrival of Springtime.

Autumn Smiles...

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So, I take Judah to alot of playgroups. Homer is a nice little town and rates highly in the ‘fun activities for babies’ criteria…I hear that Bethel is really lacking playgroups (but I actually have friends there) and while Fairbanks has it’s own share of baby oriented events (and friends), I would have to, you know, drive alot further to reach them. I certainly would not walk to them. Thus, Homer wins out again, I suppose. The thing is though, people overhear me at these playgroups asking Judah if she needs to use the bathroom and they look at me in a strange manner and ask me if she is potty trained. This provokes eye rolling on my part, as the answer is complicated and if I go into it attempting to explain, they will think I’m crazy and probably won’t even believe me, so the question leaves me at a loss for an answer.

I’m sure I have mentioned this before, when I tell people about elimination communication, they think I’m nuts. They tell me it does not work. (Oh, really?) They say it’s terribly hard. Gross. Complicated. Biologically impossible. I just really don’t understand, I mean, what is not to embrace about not changing diapers?

So anyway, the ridiculous thing is that I am in the midst of writing an (overdue) essay about elimination communication for my English class. Perhaps I shall begin passing my Finished Product out to those who question me regarding Judah’s “elimination” habits. I suppose our playgroups provide a general demographic of people who represent the targeted audience of my argument. Perhaps my essay with it’s strong thesis and several supporting reasons would succeed at convincing individuals of what is apparently biological normal anyway. But wouldn’t the cost effectiveness be a convincing factor in and of itself? For instance, imagine spending less than $200 on diapers (which are reusable even, as they are cloth!) for a child (such as i did…) as opposed to spending between $2,000 – $3,000 which is the average spent for conventionally potty trained and disposable diapered children. Or the environmental factor…no washing diapers, no diapers in the trash, but poo and pee in the potty, as a reasonable alternative! Or the convenience of the brilliant scheme! I have never packed around a diaper bag. Zach, (five month old) Judah and I were stranded in Anchorage once with no diapers of any kind, but as sense would dictate, we did have a tiny toilet for our small child, and she used it and never once had need of a diaper. In a similar situation, I was stranded at a conference in Girdwood once, for three days with (six month old) Judah sans diapers…we had one small pee incident. One!

The other ridiculous thing is, a lady followed me home in her car one day, yelling out of her window to me, “are you the one who potty trained her baby?” So I gave her a book about ec, called Diaper Free Baby by Christine Gross-Loh. The book is now in the process of being passed around to various pregnant women at the playgroup. Hopefully they will read it and learn.

It’s easy! It’s simple! I only wonder, why would someone choose not to practice ec?

I should add…I do have nice friends in Homer. But still, I resent the fact that most of the people  I know and love live in two far away destinations.

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After months and years of self righteous determination to avoid “college” and thus convention, I have collapsed under the societal compulsion to pursue “higher education”. I hope it will be awakening for my occasionally under-stimulated mind. I mean, I could take more individual responsibility for providing myself with education and intellectual stimulation instead of casting all obligation towards UAF. I could, but for now, I’ll give this a try. Maybe I’ll get something extra fun out of it, like a cool degree.

Judah is pumped about it. She already scribbled in my Biology text book. She also now says, “school”.

Um, I even have an assignment to maintain a blog about writing…so I’ll be doing that here. I’m sure it will be fascinating to read. I guess I’ll mention various writing assignments now and then and maybe elaborate on the particularly compelling ones; possibly even on the not so compelling ones…if such an assignment exists, that is!

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Sourdough…

Judah and I have been experimenting with sourdough lately. We have made some great bread, mostly whole wheat with some other grains added in for intrigue… I’m really learning alot about the amazing properties of sourdough and how useful an addition it is to one’s diet. We generally only eat sourdough bread (and pancakes!) but Zach is usually responsible for all of the bread making however, since he has been off becoming a fire fighter we have had no one to bake our bread, so Judah and I stepped up to the task. This website has been a helpful resource. In light of Judah’s recent dental crisis, it is especially important to us to ensure that she is not only consuming a healthy diet, but also a proper balance of various foods that enable her body to process the nutrients it is taking in. When improperly prepared, bread and grains can really limit the body’s ability to absorb nutrients. Hence, sourdough! Also soaking or sprouting grains is an ideal means of preparation. It’s interesting information and so far, the baking of the sourdough has been fun! As you can see.

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Roy

There are alot of moose in Homer. There are alot of moose in Alaska. Judah has been spotting various moose recently and even having some close encounters with a few of them and she loves them. She knows what a moose “says”, she knows about their antlers and their velvety noses, she reads books about them and she calls them “Roy”. Roy. All of the collective moose are known as “Roy” in our house. It’s much simpler than giving them each their own name, I suppose, but it seems a bit silly. She is constantly yelling for the moose. It’s always, “Roy! ROY! RROOOYYYY!!” This morning as we were driving to work she was hollering for Roy. Lo and behold, can you guess who showed up outside of work today, to munch on the trees? Roy, himself. I imagine that it will take some time for her to realize that Roy is not exactly her friend in the way that say, our dogs are her friends. I mean, Roy is definitely her friend, but it’s just not quite the same. It’s still a little confusing to her (and to me!) why we can’t hang out with Roy on more of a personal level. Like today, for instance, when she wanted Roy to come inside and read a story with her. It was a story about moose, after all. It makes sense that we would include him.

Roy and some buds

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