Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Things That Matter -or- A Pretty Dang Perfect Rainy Day

"Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter."
--Martin Luther King Jr.

Dear Mr. Holden,

I'd like to tell you about some things that matter to me. Sure you may think of the obvious -- you, your father, family in the smaller and larger sense; healthcare as a right - not a luxury; freedom of speech, education, and clean water and air. But I'd like to get a little more basic...

See today Mr. Holden, we had a pretty amazing day.

From the outside, it wouldn't seem like anything big. We both slept until around 8 am, and then played in bed. I straightened the room while you practiced sitting up like a big boy, and continued to work on your two-scoot crawling.

I pumped (yawner -- what's new?!?). And then you had breakfast -- organic red potatoes and local peaches from Brigham City you and Daddy purchased from a street vendor last week.

You went down for a nap and I taught *yoga in the sun room. You woke and finished out savasana with us, and then we played. I made eggplant and squash lasagna, and you plotted to eat my flip-flop. (I'm not going to report on how successful you were).

Another nap for you -- I search recipes on the internet (what am I going to do with all these plums form our fruit trees?!?!?); and I clean up our messes.

The second part of the day? That was my favorite. I put you in the outside swing Daddy hung from the Elephant heart plum tree (Ganesh is Fresh!)

(spoiler alert/warning - this next part includes bodily functions - Skip over if you don't want to hear another 'mormon mommy blog' talking about her kid's 'potty stuff').
You ate a homemade honeydew Popsicle through a sock (seriously, one of my favorite 'mommy' tricks) and then you made 'the face.' It's your pooping face -- and I always feel like I should give you a little privacy when you make it. And please forgive me if some day you're running for office -- or worse, in junior high -- and someone pulls this up... but you really have a face. And even though we've given a weak attempt at EC-ing ('diaper free' time usually ends in me washing your toys and the blankets your own) and I wasn't sure if it was going to work for us... I grabbed you and stuck you on the toilet. And you did it... at 7 1/2 months -- you went "poops in the potty." And I cheered, and you smiled; and I decided that it doesn't matter if you're EC'd or not, because that was one less poopy diaper I had to worry about -- so Huzzah for you kid! So I figure we'll try it again -- when it's convenient and if you're up to it, no complaints from me. I would just like to point out, I am NOT about to attempt potty training a 7-month old. I just figure 'who wants to sit in their crap?'

So with the day's achievement (I mean, we were soooo productive today!!!) I decided it would be a good time to introduce you to the drums. Yes the drums that were once proudly played in my past-life that included garage band jam sessions and a stint at St. George arts fest in which I took more time setting up my instrument than actually playing the set. But no matter -- I have high hopes for you Mr. Holden -- that is if you're interested in the 8-piece set and rocking the casbah.

You banged - I smiled. We'll stay with your hands for a bit as you seem to be more interested in eating the drumsticks than using them to make music. But no worries -- you'll get it in time. Thankfully we've got eternity to spend together, so we'll just take it one day at a time.