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V-V-V-Voting!

Judah and I went to vote the other day…pretty straightforward unless you are two and less familiar with the process and thus inclined to mistake it for B-B-B-Boating. Anyway, we arrived not at the lake, but at city hall and Judah regained clarity of the situation. “Sticker, please”? Apparently she did recall voting after all, because she was super adamant about receiving a sticker. And we learned more about the letters ‘V’ and ‘B’. It’s almost like we live in Sesame Street.

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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.

Today You Are You

I have really enjoyed reading this blog about one way in which a mother not only accepts, but also is proud of the person her child is and is becoming, in spite of the fact that it is out of the range of “normalcy” and comfort for many. I hope to have opportunities in which I may exhibit this type of openness to people; not just as a parent to my child, but in the larger scope of my life and daily interactions. It is very apparent to me that I love my child, for who she is, although I am not altogether sure who exactly that may turn out to be. But I do know that I enjoy her, value her, appreciate her existence and anticipate that she will be a human who shows kindness to others and finds the variety that comprises us as people an interesting and exciting aspect of life.

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...

More Cake

I mean, it’s been a few months since I took it upon myself to compose a blog post but it seems appropriate that there be a sense of continuity in these posts, and following the previous post of March 25, I provide this link. The cows on this Wisconsin farm are fed cake and cookies as part of a “well balanced diet”… I’m just confused about how a well balanced diet for a cow is anything more than grass. Yikes. I’m also confused about how cake and cookies are a necessary part of a well balanced diet for anyone. An indulgence perhaps, for us non-ruminants, but certainly not an ideal part of a nutritionally sound diet. Absurdity.

From Grass to Cheese is the name of a new documentary about family farming. I learned about this film by clicking on a picture of a cow eating grass… The picture really sums it up. Cows eat grass. They make milk. We take milk and with minimal effort turn it into a variety of products that benefit us, nutritionally and otherwise. But alas, there is no grass to your cheese, unless you have really searched far and beyond your local Safeway. From Corn to Cheese would be more accurate, but considerably less compelling…and far less nutritious. Cheese and butter made from the milk of pasture grazing cows is nutrient dense and very much worth the cost. The taste is better too; more cheese-like and more butter-like. Try some.

Rules Schmules

There is a new rule at our house: No hiding in the washing machine. As you can see, some of us don’t always follow the rules.