September spun by with a cool breeze and warm sun. This morning was first frost. A light one, but definitely a frost. My green tomatoes hang heavy with my first bumper crop, I think I wasn’t aggressive enough in pruning them back this year and they became quite the jungle. Towards fall when I was worrying about this day coming I started ripping off new blooms and excess growth. I did this twice earlier in the summer as well. The compost alone I’ve gained from all the tomato greens has certainly paid for the transplants. I am looking forward to ‘harvesting’ my compost in the spring. I must tell you that the compostable chip bags do not compost in 18 months and made last years compost unready this spring.
The kids and I are heading off hopefully this weekend for a few blissful weeks of water and central heat and fun city things to do. We will be in internet zone for almost a month, so hopefully I can get back in the swing of blogging.
Mr.T is going to juggle some building work for us and for a neighbour and we will come home when our laundryroom/family closet/bathroom is built. I’ll warn you, it’s gonna be rustic.
We will be back in the Kootenays for November for sure since I am having the following surgeries- Laparoscopy, Bilateral Salpungectomy, Hysterosypy, Ablation and possible removal of endo/hysterectomy. I’m planning on watching the surgeries on You Tube, but haven’t gotten the chance yet. If you’ve been through any of these and are feeling chatty- fill me in. So far, the big question for me is “Is that going to make my belly button hurt?”
Oddly, the Gyno told me that that isn’t what most women ask, they are usually more worried about the scraping down/removal of internal organs. I however am pretty darn excited about missing out on 30 more years of menses!
Coach Rapper is enjoying school. He is in love with his teacher who he describes as “slim and beautiful with long blond hair”. It’s true, she is lovely, and very sweet. I met her today and the adoration is mutual. We are having a few little hiccups along the way as my little man works out the big bad world of social dynamics of the school bus, including a marshmallow gun going off right into his eye with some nasty swelling and our nieghbour and his little friend deciding he is “bored” of sitting with him. He is rolling with the punches though and comes home happy with his day, and lots of questions.
Well, I better be going home right away, it’s almost 11pm!
He groaned in pleasure as he washed his hands with the pearly pink soap in the Visitor Center’s washroom.
This is the BEST HOLIDAY EVER!
Yep, I had just pulled into Sparwood to see the Largest Truck In The World.
I’ve NEVER stopped for the kids at the truck before. I’ve never driven the Southern route in 3 days instead of 2 before. *I* feel like I am on holiday, and that’s a great feeling after a month of mostly single parenting. The Super 8 was fine, but the Days Inn is really nice and feels like a major treat even though it was cheap off of http://priceline.ca
Seeing the world through these eyes is such a gift.
They alert me to beauty all around me. They alert me to misery all around me. I want more beauty than misery in their lives. This is the gift my parents gave me. In the car the boys play, talk to each other, fight, and spend a lot of time looking out the window. We don’t have any babysitting devices in the car. We used to, a portable DVD player, for a couple of years, we used it a ton. It broke shortly before Finn was born and neither boy even notices. However, today it took us 9-10 hours to complete a 5 hour drive. This is most I’ve ever enjoyed travelling with the kids, which is remarkable because it is a 3 day, 14 hour drive alone with 3 boys 5 and under.
The difference is a) nice weather and b) time to actually stop and enjoy the view
view c) stopping and doing enough fun stuff that my kids realize that their siblings really are their best friends. That’s pretty much how life on Erie Mountain is in the spring/summer- like an extended summer vacation a peter pan land of no bathtubs, showers in waterfalls, nightly fires, rope swings in trees, early morning hikes while the clover is still damp and the air still cool. Sweltering Kootenay afternoons in a cold mountain lake nestled between green peaks. Experiencing the seasons by integration. This is the why.
The easy movement, lack of pretension
I watch laugh pauses, all their deep breaths
They are alone. Fragile. I am still the mothership
and can see their minds crunching away without
calculating I am not him.
Open,a book of boys, they play
Lithe bodies rolling and climbing
Exploring movement; Because.
I cherish these moments; Because.
“Secret club of Erie Mountain,
Hip hip hooray -we’re going home”
The how isn’t quite as intuitive or poetic. It will be hard. So hard that I couldn’t face the first night straight up, I need to arrive in the day time so I can acclimatize without having a panic attack. I’m learning to figure out what I can handle, and what I can’t. I’m going back with the understanding the kids and I will leave in the fall the second I am not handling it. I’m really hoping we can get this lovely summer home winterized over the next few months and we can spend our 1st winter in Erie Kingdom. The combo of post partum mood disorder and off grid living was just way too much for me to handle.
Today is the day. A small bird is caged in my chest trying to get free.
All of these pics are SOOC, no cropping, no editing. I would love any critique. I`m just starting to feel at ease holding a DSLR. I don`t have time to edit, so I`m just working on getting it right in camera.
PS. The water in Cranbrook tastes like fish in April.
PPS. Makes me scared to try the lobby coffee.
PPPS. Free hot breakfast!!! Love the Days Inn, Cranbrook!
He chased his blueberries around his highchair tray with a fork, and then purposefully put the berry on the fork, and rammed the forked berry into his mouth. It was amazing.
And he has done it before. And billions of other babies have done it, and will do it.
That isn’t what is amazing.
What is amazing is watching his months of frustration, months of watching, months of practising pay off in a tiny victory. How do I know it is a victory? He crows. In such sheer joy with himself, he crows. He is not talking, but he is only 15 months of course. He has lots of sounds, he is just amazing at communicating without being able to speak- unless you count the bampa/mama/dada kinda sounds.
I wonder if there is any way to know this feeling of witnessing such awe-inspiring personal triumph unless you have been a caregiver? I remember this feeling with my Grandmother, my mother’s mother when she was dying. I sat, huge and pregnant with my first by her bedside over the months becoming increasingly in awe of her ability to sip her tea. What simple triumphs have amazed you?
These are just plain muffins. What do you mean what kind? They are plain. Sure, you can put ketchup on it. Sure, you can put butter on it. Sure, you can put jam on it. These are just plain muffins.
“It has nothing in it, they are so Lummy!” squeels his Lordship as he plays an intricate game of Butterfly Zombie (WTF?) with his muffins.
“Oh yuck! Gross. These taste just like egg muffins!” I guess Coach Rapper thinks they are a fail. He ate a bowlful of peanut butter topped with a swirl of honey and fruit. That’s balanced right?
#3 likes them, but he will eat anything, like dog food or rusty nails, so he doesn’t count.
Plain Muffins: 3 eggs, 1/4 cup melted butter, 1/2 cup flour (I used fine ground spelt), 1tsp baking powder, 1/2 cup finely grated mild cheese, 1/4 cup water. Cook at 350 for about 18 minutes. This made 12 small but not mini silicone muffin cup muffins. His Lordship would not eat the egg muffins I cooked in metal.