Saturday, August 29, 2009

Someone, Somewhere

I scroll through You Tube, and see videos I haven't seen in forever, and some, I've never seen until now.

Some of the videos I see, are ones that made huge impressions on me.

I've always been a very emotional, deeply feeling person. I see others pain, and have immense empathy for them and want to make things right. Injustice infuriates me. Intentional and unintentional pain inflicted on others, brings me to tears.

Growing up Mormon, I lived a rather dichotomous life. I was sheltered from the greater atrocities in the world, and many of the issues that affected the rest of the population, all while living in a very violent, abusive household, where certain members of my family were "privately prejudiced."

So, to see very real, very serious and painful issues blared across a television screen, while being set to music was very impressionable on me. The first video that affected me, and made me set my future plans right then and there was Michael Jackson's "Man in the Mirror" video. I was all of 13 when I saw it, but I made a vow to myself that I was going to Ethiopia to help solve or end world hunger. This was only enforced when I saw Band Aid's video "Feed the World" for the End World Hunger campaign. Watching it again, it reminds me of how I felt then. I felt (then) that everyone who was on that video was so compassionate and caring to come together to make a video for this cause.. it must have meant so much to them in order to make a video for it. (I was a take- it- as- I- saw -it kind of girl.) Seeing it now; I think we would be hard pressed to find that many people banning together so innocently and openly these days. (Sadly, cynicism has replaced some of my young girl naiveté.)

People may laugh when they read this, but I was serious about my goals and my life choices then. I was going to join the Peace Corps, or do whatever I had to do in order to go to Ethiopia and try to make people's lives better. In fact, I even wrote a "book" about it when I was in 7th grade that ended up winning a contest… unfortunately, the follow up book, failed miserably. Now, almost 23 years later, I see my life path didn't take me to where I originally planned. But a lot of things are similar. I'm still the same intensely feeling, empathetic, sensitive person I was then. Powerful videos still move me to tears (and action). If anyone wanted me to do something, all they'd have to do is make their plea on a music video, and I'd be there.

Perhaps that is part of what got me to become a writer, seeing how much power one voice can be, if it is placed correctly. There were other contributing factors to my becoming a writer, I just wonder if that was one of them.

I know that as a writer, I hold a lot of power, but with it, a lot of responsibility. I take that very seriously, and often use my ability to make a point, or bring attention to something. I've also been VERY honored and blessed to be asked to contribute to important, life affecting pieces. (Thank you to those involved, and there are quite a few of you.) So, even though, 23 years later, I am NOT in the peace corps,( I have however written about them here.) I do what I can in the "universe" that is my heritage. I am passionate about the issues that we as an Indigenous nation, (namely Sicangu Lakota) face; especially those faced by Women and children. When I go to graduate school for my psych degree, I will have even more tools at my aid to continue that journey.

If I look at the world as a whole, heck, even at the issues on the rez, it can quickly feel very overwhelming. But then if I do as Mihigna says and "eat it like an elephant"; then it feels less big and more doable. And at the end of the day, all I can do is tend to my little part of the world and know that somewhere, somehow, it will make a difference.


Thursday, August 27, 2009

Free Rides and a playdate

I went to rosebud fair last night, because the tribe opened the carnival for FREE from 6-10, so there were tons of people there!! Turtle had so much fun!!! I got some pics on my phone, but I'll have to download them.
Today turtle has a play date with some children from France. I met their mother shortly after we moved here, at the local coffee shop. They are always traveling here once a year, and we finally get to get together! I'm sure turtle will enjoy it, since she loves other children.
I don't have much time to write today, perhaps I will be back later.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

If boobs make you squeamish, don't read this.

I discuss boobs and the sustenance of my child in the following post.. if these make you squeamish.. leave now.

Turtle is almost two. Some days I think she is getting ready to wean, not that I know what that is like having never had a child before. But I wonder about it, because from the time she was born, and put on my breast, she has always been clockwork with her nursing. Now, she seems to skip her morning nurse times, usually because we are playing outside somewhere. And my breasts seem different, not as full of milk.
If she is going to wean, I'm happy and sad. I'm happy because it means she did it on her own, of her own choosing, and that also means she is a happy, healthy, well adjusted baby who feel secure. I'm sad because who wouldn't be sad at the conclusion of such a wonderful time that you have spent with the smallish love of your life?

I have more to say on this, but I'm tired, and I want to go to bed.

I'm learning too

Months ago, I saw that turtle was saying "thank you" and using it appropriately. I was glowingly proud of this. We hadn't taught her that; we hadn't TOLD her to say it. She started it, all on her own. It was one of my proudest Ina moments. She was reflecting the environment she was being raised in. A child who is respected learns to respect others.
I pride myself on the fact that I parent naturally. I don't succumb to what ideologies "society" thinks makes a great child. I parent from the heart and in the moment. But sometimes, I mess up.

I was out and about today wiht turtle and we stopped to see someone we knew to relay an important message about an umpcoming event. This woman really enjoys turtle and engages her whenever she can. However, turtle was not feeling like conversation today, so she smiled and buried her head into my neck. I suddenly felt like I had to justify why my child wasn't talking. I felt like I had assure the woman my daughter wasn't being "rude." But really I was abandoning my self and worse, my daughter, for being exactly who she was in that exact moment. She had done nothing wrong, and I fell into the old school need to have my daughter appear to be "well mannered." Even as aware as I am about respecting my daughter's wishes and needs, I became aware that we can slip into the kind of "socialization" we were brought up with and mistakenly take it out on our children.

Maybe I'll have to write this down, and print it up so that I remember in those times of wavering. A reminder to myself to allow turtle to be who she is at any given moment, without excuse or justification; but rather faith and pride that she knows she is free to be and feel whatever she needs to.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

wierd dreams

I was up late last night, I think, working on the computer. I was playing on facebook, amidst writing on my book, and making up the invite list to turtle's birthday party. When Turtle woke up, I went in to nurse her but fell asleep and we both woke up about 6:30 this AM. I fell asleep thinking about an old friend from my childhood and how I've been finding more people from my life back then via facebook. That is wondeful and wierd to me, I'll explain in a bit.

Today, I was nursing turtle to sleep for her nap, and fell asleep right next to her. I fell asleep with my head propped up on the headboard.

In my dream, my head was burning, and I wasn't sure why. I was with this friend of mine, who is a therapist, and he was doing therapy with me, why I have no idea. Anyway, he was doing all these weird things, like grabbing my wrists to see my reaction, and pinching me, and just really weird stuff.

Then he put a trash can over my head, and it still had trash in it, (that part makes me laugh) but he asked me, "Are you scared?" and I said, "No, I'm mad!" and I was watching all the little floaties from the trash come down around me, hoping none of it would actually touch me.

Then the dream switched and I was observing this family. It was a neurotic mother, an abusive father and a youngish boy.(about 8) I must have been making a home observation, because I was in their house, sitting across from them, and they were all posed on the couch, ready to tell me what a good job they were doing as a family. I asked them how they were doing, and the mother said in a saccharine voice, "We're fine" I asked them if there had been any incidents. Everyone said no. But then the husband reached behind the wife's head and grabbed her neck, in that abusive manner. He said "No, at least there had better not have been any incidents." Then the boy said something, and they both turned and hit him in the back of the head.
Suddenly I wasn't even in the room anymore, not as the therapist anyway. But suddenly Turtle was there, on the couch next to them, or by them. I started to tell her I didn't want her seeing this crap; but before I could even say anything, she got up and walked to the back of the trailer. Yes, they suddenly lived in a a trailer. And I put myself between her and the weirdness that was going on behind me. I watched her with one eye, but was on guard for what the family would do next.

They were all still sitting on the couch, but now, they were making small talk amongst themselves. The mother had picked up a cupcake, where she got it, I Don't know, but she put it in her mouth, and was talking and suddenly, she starts gagging and spitting it out. She's going on and on about it being poisoned, and the husband and boy just sit there, watching her. Then she just stops and takes another bite. But her son takes a cupcake and bites into it, and they both smack it out of his hand, and it's goes flying across the room. He stands there with this bewildered look on his face, and the cupcake is lying flat on the floor, frosting side down, with all the little candies that topped it, all scattered all over the floor. I remember laughing when they smacked it out of his hand, because no matter the situation, anytime, anyone smacks food out of someone's hand, just as they are going to bite, looks hilarious!

Anway, so i'm still standing there, between the family and turtle, who is on the other side of this wall, playing away, totally unaware of what is going on. I suddenly feel this horrific pain in my head again, like burning. The family is fighting amongst themselves, aruguing, when suddenly someone comes into their house. The feeling in the air got all ominous... and I thought it was my friend-the therapist coming to do a house check. But I knew it was someone coming to commit murder. Someone was going to die, I didn't know who, but someone in that room. I picked up Turtle and headed out, shielding her against my body. My head was still burning, I woke up and my head was smashed in to the wood grooves on the headboard.
That is where the burning painful feeling was coming from.

I have no idea what the dream was about.. well ok, after writing it out, I have a few ideas. But it was weird, and funny, and scary.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

This is actually quite boring

It has taken us five days to get our internet back, and I'm very happy to have it back. I didn't realize just how much I depend on the internet to do a lot of things, like get recipies, check ingredient information, check the weather.

But we finally have it back, and I'm soooo happy!


I'm on the hunt for a new cell phone, I dumped Alltell due to its CRAPPY service.. then I picked qwest service back up ;only to end up sending back their blackberry curve(…waa) because they didn't bother to tell me how much the internet package would be. Thusly, when I got my bill and it was 246.00. I said, "I don't think so! " But the reality is, I need a cell phone, but I don't want to pay a ridiculous amount of money for one. So, I have been shopping around lately. Ironically, our little cow poke town has three cell companies, and so I think I've found what I want, for the price I want. The only deal breaker will be if their service coverage area isn't as good as I need it to be. That was one of the strikes(one of many) against alltell, I'd drive two miles east of my house and have no service. Not good. So, the nice people at this current company I'm looking at, lends you cell phones to try; which is what I'm doing for the next three days. Plus, they have a 15 day love it or leave it agreement. Yey! Geez, I'm not sure how this turned into the woeish tales of my cell phone.

Blah blah blah.


Turtle's birthday is around the corner and her Nakpa ceremony; the birthday comes first, so we are preparing for that. We are heading east in two weeks to get her presents and supplies, as well as take in a bit of the big city; ahhhh, REAL art, REAL art museums!!! Aaaahhh, a real shopping choice!! We are very excited! We get to eat at our favorite Thai restaurant and see dear, old friends.


This is really a boring post, and I have nothing to say. I have time to write, but my brain is mush…. Sorry to be soo blah de blah. It's ironic how I can write all sorts of posts in my head as I'm doing dishes, or cleaning, or falling asleep, but as soon as my fingers touch the keys, I'm bella boring.


Oh well, I guess I'll go do something far more productive.



For now, "Bella- bores –you"


Thursday, August 13, 2009

flittery thoughts.

I am doing a lot of this and that, as turtle sleeps.

I'm mainly working on manuscripts and trying to get them organized and find places to submit them. My writing life has felt a bit stale as of late, not for lack of inspiration, but for lack of time, uninterrupted time.

I love living on the ranch, but it keeps coming back to one thing, the artistic cultural aspects are so lacking. SO lacking. The activities for small children are so lacking, the interest in engaging young children, (I'm talking preschool and nursery school age)is NILL. I had a woman tell me this a.m who works for a city position, (that is all I'll say for her ID protection) who told me that while there are lots of activities for children,(six and up)but it's mostly a dumping ground for parents. I just happened to look up Boston, why, I'm not sure, i just did.
They have a huge program for smallish children. and the art scene is wonderful!!!

I really don't think we are going to be able to stay here long term; there just isn't enough things that mesh with us, our interests and activities and flourish abilities for turtle. WE don't want her to just succeed, we want her to FLOURISH.

It's funny how you can settle when it's just you, but once you become a parent, everything changes.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Kate Gosslin would crap her pants....

I am NOT a fan of Kate Gosslin, for many reasons, going far back before all the public crap that has been in the news.
But she popped into my head this afternoon as I played with my beautiful daughter and we covered our bodies in markers and she then proceeded to color her dress. I know Kate Gosslin would have crapped her pants. And I'd have laughed.

Because we, had FUN!! We wrote the names of our body parts on the appropriate appendage, and drew incredible "tatt" (tattoos) on our arms and legs. It was another little moment that I hope added to her bank of joy. I love her so.
Unfortunately, she started drawing on the furniture so we had to put the markers up. She didn't like that, I didn't like that. It was a very hard time for both of us. Hard but necessary.
After Turtle went down for a nap, I went right to the phone to call my dear friend KS. I cried as I told her the story and told her I was worried I hadn't handled it right...and got reassurance that I had. KS is not only a dear friend but was a child development specialist, so I value her word in this area.

I'm tired now, and need to do some housework, but just wanted to drop this post in, in case anyone else was having a particularly rough, or hard day.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

mumbling Ina rant... working things out.

Ok, the following is a rant, as a result of something that happened yesterday.... I haven't figured it all out yet, but here is what I have so far.

While Turtle napped yesterday, I sat down and started watching this documentary called nursery university. Unbelievable. I didn't get to see the whole thing, so I netflixed it.. you should too.
What I saw on there made my stomach upset. I went and looked up the requirements for children entering preschool. Preschool. In order for children to be admitted to preschool,(ages 2-5) they must have be able to do the following.

Be independent of their parent for 2-3 hours.

Recite their home address

Be potty trained.

Recite their parent's first and last names.

Engage and converse freely and clearly in conversation

and various other tasks, that I cannnot remember.

It really bothered me.

But why exactly?

I personally don't feel that a two year old should be able to recite her address or even know her parent's "real" names. If you asked turtle, she'd tell her our names are At'e and Ina.

It really upset me. But I didn't exactly know why. I know children are capable of learning anything and everything.

When mihigna got home, I discussed it with him, and asked him to tell me why it was bothering me so much.

He said that first of all, it's the way it's presented, like you cannot enter preschool unless you know these things.... so that makes me picture little children being force fed this information.. and that bothers me because I see them having to conform, rather than just be who they naturally are, or would become.
(I DON'T do well with people telling me what HAS to be done, with no explanation. Having gotten away from my abusive past, I've bucked authority so hard it's not even funny.) So, ok, I can see that.

Second, it's the cookie cutter, box-fitting formula that I hate. HATE. Someone somewhere says, "You(child) will do X in X manner in order to fit into this little category that will further your ability to learn information and spew it back out on command. Then we'll pat you on the head and make you think you are a "good" person." It feels stifling to me and I hated it being done to me, and I don't want that for my daughter. I don't do cookie cutter well; granted, it made me, makes me, the outsider many, many times. But, I would rather be the "outsider" than be living some false life following some one else's idea of what my life should look like, and be.

And lastly, it makes it feel like with these requirements, the children don't get to be children in their own right, own time. I want my child to be who she is at any given moment and have the freedom to discover and learn at her own pace.

So the question I'm left with is, does this bother me because my Ina alarm is going off, or does it bother me because I was a Montessori teacher and I know the "box" isn't the only way to teach?

Or is it just bothering me because it's setting off my own alarms from my past and I need to back off, and realize turtle is an intact soul and is stronger and more secure than I was? ("A tyrant will always find a pretext for his tyranny.")

See, I told you this was a rant and it's not worked out yet, so you can let me think about it more, or chime in. It's still messy for me, but I need to figure it out, because I don't like the stomach in knots but don't know why feeling.

Monday, August 10, 2009

weekend happenings

It was another really awesome weekend w/ mihgna and cunksi. We didn't do lot. went grocery shopping on sat, and to a memorial for his uncle. Then we hung out at home and did some ranch stuff on sunday.

We finally let the crabby white kid out into the pasture. We have her staked out right now, until we can be 100% sure there are no baby goat sized gaps in the fence in which she could escape. She's very happy to be out there, and she will let us pet her, if we catch her and hold her. I don't think she realizes if she just gives up the game, things will go a lot easier for her. Who wants to be stressed out that much?

When I was staking her out, I heard goats bleating, so we went over to the canyons to look, to no avail. Darn it. I really miss my baby goats, but evidently it's all one sided. Maybe I kissed and hugged them too much...but they were just sooo cute!

The weather has been gorgeous.. cool and a bit humid, but not unbearable. I LOVE IT! The CC fair starts this week, so that will be fun. I LOVE fairs!! and now that we get to share it with turtle, it will be double the fun. I'm SUPER psyched for rosebud fair, but I don't really want that one to come fast, cuz that pretty much means the end of summer. But I love rosebud fair, it's so awesome.. the BEST RIDES, the BEST food, the BEST wacipi, and all kinds of other things going on. TOTAL AND COMPLETE AWESOMENESS!!!! And turtle is gonna look so awesome this year in her little regalia, all dancing around, in her utter adorability!!

ok, I'm getting off here to do some stuff. For now, M

Friday, August 7, 2009

Look, listen!

Well fair season has kicked off around here. Today turtle and I went up to the rez for the TC fair. It was cute, there were a handful of cows and calves and about 4 goats. And one steer. Guess who won grand champion. haa haa. It was sweet. Turtle LOVED it! We got some goat advice, and I was able to see what tame goats look like, haa haa!

It was a long day though, and humid, ugh, nasty humid. We tried to lay down in the van with the a/c going, but turtle was too excited, and she'd nurse, but she fought sleep. So, we finally got up and watched the little bird band. They were pretty good, cute as anything. But when they got done, I was so hot and turtle was tired, so we headed out. We drove through town, because I was going to go to the store, but turtle wanted to go right home. So, I headed east toward home. We crested the top of the hill, and I looked in the mirror, she was out. Dangit!
So, i drove up to the barn, and mihigna and I decided to go back down to town to p.h, and hopefully she wouldn't be too mad when she woke up.

She woke up when I took her out of her car seat, and she was happy to see her At'e. But when we got to the booth, she melted down. Crying and not wanting to be touched. But, she was on the edge of the booth, and she could have easily fallen out. I told mighigna to pick her up, she didn't want to be picked up. I walked over and offered her a variety of things, mni,(water) asanpi pte, (milk) kapopi, she didn't want anything. She pushed me away and was crying. By this time, the other people were looking at us with scowls on their faces. I scooped her up, walked over by the entrance and just stood there a bit. I asked her if she wanted to go to the van, no. Did she want to get down, no. did she just want to stay right there. no. Did she want asanpi. yes. So, I dried her tears and told her we'd go back to the booth and have sanp. We walked back, and I nursed her. She switched sides, and was in a better mood.

I thought it was a good example of how we need to just block what everyone else is thinking and how they are looking at us, and pay full attention to what our child needs. I knew she was tired from being up so long and having a late nap. I knew she would be inconsolable for a bit, and just needed some holding time and time to cry. I gave her what she needed and it was all fine. I don't/didn't care what anyone around us thought. I didn't care how they looked at us. I will not bend my child to fit societies needs. She is a fabulous, amazing, intelligent, sweet, well mannered being, and I will encourage and foster that.

Times like that are also easier for me, because she is just like me. I get googly and out of sorts when i have not had sufficient sleep or when I have slept too late in the afternoon. (After 4.) And there is nothing that can be done, except to be held and nurtured and then it all passes. I never got that. I was always expected to bend and mold to societies rules and expectations.

As preschool time looms in the distance, I grow torn. She is so smart, she will hardly be going there for her abc's and 123's; (she already recites them) but she is, like me, a HUGE social butterfly and will enjoy socialization. She, LOVES people. But how will I, be ok with putting her in school that expects cookie cutter children and writing with your "correct" hand, and rules and regulations that are more for the teacher's happiness than the students? I have asked Mihigna repeatedly, how do we put our beautiful, sweet, heard, polite, sharing, child into a world where children are ignored for phone calls, other children don't share, hit, bite, etc, say horrific, mind blowing things, (NOT in a good way.)And talk about shows, products, media, things that we don't allow into our home? She is this perfectly intact little being. I don't want the world to break her. I don't think we have "bubbled" her. She gets out, a lot, socializes, plays with other children. But I do think that our home is a oasis, a utopia; in the sense that we have manners, we speak kindly to each other, we LOVE each other. There is respect, acknowledgment, unconditional love, in our home. When she speaks, we listen. We really listen. Actively listen.

The greater world, is a cold, selfish, self absorbed place. Have you NOTICED how many parents are texting or chatting on their cell phones while their children wait for their attention? Or how many children talk to parents who aren't really listening, (much less looking,) but make distracted, empty noises/responses?

All I can hope for, is that she realizes that while that goes on out there, we don't do that in our home; and when she is with us, we will love her, listen to her, respond to her, and let her be, whatever it is she needs to be, at whatever time.
This is what I know. I am an Ina. and no matter how old she gets, or what comes along. She will always be first and most important. My job can wait, my house can wait, the damn telemarketers can wait. The world can wait. Because when I die, I want to be able to say, yes tunkasila, you gave me the most sacred gift, and I did my best to love her and give her all that she needed at all times.
I know at times I will fail, but I also know two of the most healing words in the human language. I'm sorry.

I watched a talk show once that Cher was on. She said: "I answer to two people. Myself and God." I love that. Personally, I answer to thee people. Myself, Tunkasila, and Turtle.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

It still gives me goosebumps and brings tears to my eyes

When it was first released, I heard DMC's song, "Just like me" and then saw the video. It gave me goosebumps and brought tears to my eyes. I then saw the video. Unbelievable. It was the first time I'd heard a song about adoption. I was even more stoked that Sarah Mclachlan was on it.
When I saw the video, it was so powerful because she's in the background all ethereal like. And the symbolism is soo incredible!
The adoption process is so different now, but he hit it right on the head, it was so cold and raw and many times, heartless. It makes it easier to understand why so many children who were taken, were left with soul wounds.

I could so identify with him, but only up to a certain point. My life wasn't as fairy tale-ish and beautiful. It turned out beautifully, because I made it so.
And it is fabulous now, because I'm home where I belong. But I wished I'd have heard this waaay back when I was going through it all. It'd have helped.

I'm posting the video on here. It will give you goosebumps and move you. (Especially if you have had this experience.)
Shortly after it came out, he made a documentary about his journey to find his mom, and of course, I watched it. Sarah Mclaclan was on it, and she said that she also had been adopted. No wonder I thought she was awesome.
I found it ironic, because I remember when DMC was big, I was young, but I really liked his stuff, and so rap, has always, for me, been held up against his standard.
I had tried to get in touch with him, but it never worked. I just hope he realized how much he will and has helped others who experienced this very thing.

Monday, August 3, 2009

Hazy night with clear thoughts.

Tonight was my women's group. I love them, they are some amazing women. I have two new members and so we got to know each other a little better. I think they will be coming back, and they are a perfect fit for our group. But, I had to break the bad news tonight. We may not get refunded, from the powers that be; which means, I'll be out of a job, and our little group will technically be disbanded.

But, I am toying with the idea that I will continue with the group even if we don't get refunded, and I don't get a paycheck. It is an important group for my women, I have seen the two regulars change in the year we have been together. I know it makes a difference, and it is too important to let go. I asked if they wanted to continue and they did, so I will continue with it, and look to get funded from other places. The place where we meet is wonderful and community oriented so they will let us keep meeting there. Right now, Subway provides our dinner, so we will have to switch to potluck, and that is ok too.
So, i will have to go write up a proposal and start hitting the pavement for some mazaska. It is such a needed service in this town, I'm sure it will get funded.

On the way home tonight, I drove slowly. Well, five miles under the speed limit. It was a perfect summer night, just the right temperature, the sun was still up and there was a haze over the horizon. It's nice to live in a place where the haze isn't because there is too much pollution in the air. I was feeling on top of the world. I was bopping out to some singer on the radio, (HOPING it wasn't bratney spears,) and thinking about getting home to my family and playing outside. So I buzzed up the driveway, bounced into the house. I was greeting by a diaper wearing, paint covered turtle, who commenced to CRACK me up with her impression of "calm". I then put her in the sling, and we all went for a walk on our property. It was gorgeous and perfect. We are so blessed and we were all feeling blissed out on our family love and blessings. It was a beautiful night. Now, turtle sleeps happily and I need to get to work on my proposal.

In the distance, lighnting flashes and thunder rumbles. I'm grateful for my laptop.

Why there are no pics and weekend happenings.

I read today's post by mamascup and went immediately took many of my photos of turtle down. I don't usually post pics of her, because I don't trust the internet, or the sickos out there. I only started posting pics because I figured they would be fairly safe. Guess not. I should have just listened to myself, as I usually do. I started doing it because R told me that one of the reasons other mom's blogs are so read is because they do a lot of the things I don't. Meaning, post lots of pictures and write about a lot of personal family things.

I probably will never do this, because I am super protective of my family and will not risk her safety for increased readership. It's just not worth it. So, I'm sorry, but I have pulled many of the turtle pictures down. If you want to see her, I may set up a password protected account and you can see them there.

Anyway, our weekend was really good, we went out and collected sage. It was a gorgeous day, sunny and warm and as I was listening to the highway traffic in the distance, I got all itchy for the road. Unfortunately, my wallet is on the lean side. So, no road trips in the near future. After collecting sage, we went home and hung out and visited with our friends from out of town.

Today, we finally made it to story time and she had a blast! They heard a story about painting, then they went out and painted a square on the front of the library walkway. Everyone loved turtle's painting and thought it was hilarious how well she could paint. She's an old pro. Painting is one of her favorite pastimes.
She really loved it and saw her friend there and got to hang out with her for awhile. Then we had lunch out and came home for a nap. I can't believe how fast she is growing. I can't believe its august.
I can't believe it's going to be sept and her birthday.

I'm off to do Ina art.

more later.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

HOT days

OK, I finished the post on the baby debacle.. but it posted on the date when I originally started it, so you have to go back to like last Sunday.

We have had a busy few days here. We had some friends stay with us after the sundance, and that has been really enjoyable. Keya has LOVED it. We've had yummy food and great conversation.

Today is really hot, and we are wimping out and staying inside. I made root beer floats and home made salsa. (not together) And I have bread dough rising that will be turned into biscuits for biscuits and gravy. YUM.

Now I'm off to go snuggle with hubbs and turtle.