Wednesday, December 31, 2008

I love these little people

And the winner of the blogbaby naming contest is my in-real-life friend, Kim! She came up with the name Freebird for our sweet pumpkin. Thanks, Kim! You got points for going with the consonance theme and employing a creative twist. Plus, it fits our hippieish selves. Love you!

So, more pictures to come...Happy New Year!

Friday, December 5, 2008

Welcome, Unconventional Baby Girl!

Please welcome our beautiful new baby girl! She was born on Friday, November 28th, after her grumpy pregnant mother enjoyed several large Thanksgiving meals. Her birth was at 11:45 a.m., here at home! She weighed 8 pounds, 12 ounces.

Our family is so blessed to be a part of her journey through life! We are in awe of God's creativity.

All that said, we need a blog name for this little pumpkin. Will you be a part of the official "Blog Name the Baby" contest? If we choose your idea, we'll use the name to write about the baby along with her brother and sister, Funnyboy and Feistygirl. Some thoughts...I'd like it to involve the same syllables and consonants as her siblings' blog names, but so far all we've come up with sound insulting and not very long-lasting, only appropriate to her highly newborn status. Furrygirl, Flimsygirl, Flakygirl. Hmm. We'd like something to express who she is - but that's hard to discern when one is seven days old. She's very calm and happy...she is totally free of society's typical constraints, by being born at home and without vaccinations or typical medical conventions. She will be unschooled like her siblings. She makes cute baby noises and smiles a lot. She likes to be snuggled and sung to. So there you go. Let's see what you come up with!

Welcome again, unconventional baby! We love you, love you, love you.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Still Spudless

For all of you that have been wondering, Baby Spud (our nickname for our third, still-in-utero child) is still taking up residence inside his or her Mumma. My due date is officially November 25th, but both Feistygirl and Funnyboy were early (10 days, and 18 days, respectively), so I'm feeling like its going to be any minute now. The head is veeerry low and deep, and I am as big as a planet.

We're planning to have a homebirth so we'll let you all know how that adventure goes!

Peace to you and your families.

Friday, October 31, 2008


"Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in where nature may heal and cheer and give strength to the body and soul." - John Muir

Be delighted. Be still.

Saturday, October 4, 2008


Friday, September 19, 2008

Joy and Freedom

Funnyboy's pretend smile for the camera...eating ice cream in Rumney, NH.

Feistygirl at New Castle Common on the ocean...beside herself with joy at the prospect of being buried alive. We had a marvelous summer!

Friday, September 5, 2008

Election stuff

Sarah Palin...she irritates me. She reminds me of the smile-to-your-face, snicker-about-you-behind-your-back teenage girls that harrassed me through elementary and junior high school. Click on the link on her name above and read some interesting exaggerations from her speech at the convention.

No, this is not how I base my voting. It's just my blog and I'll whine if I want to.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Fine tune

This song makes me sob. Maybe it's just that I'm pregnant. The girl who did the video for Dar Williams' song does some annoying dancing stuff, but please ignore that and enjoy the lovely music and lyrics. Dar Williams is wonderful.

Monday, June 9, 2008

Why I Unschool ( reason, anyway.)

This is a fabulous quote from John Taylor Gatto's UNBELIEVABLE book of essays and speeches entitled Dumbing Us Down - The Hidden Curriculum of Compulsory Schooling. For those of you that don't know, Gatto achieved both Teacher of the Year for New York State, and for New York City, on separate years. So he knows his stuff. If you are a friend of mine, you can borrow my copy. I may even make it required reading in order to be my friend. Oh, come on now, I'm just kidding. Sort of.

"In theoretical, metaphorical terms, the idea I began to explore was this one; that teaching is nothing like the art of painting, where, by the addition of material to a surface, an image is synthetically produced, but more like the art of sculpture, where, by the subtraction of material, an image already locked in the stone is enabled to emerge. It is a crucial distinction. In other words, I dropped the idea that I was an expert whose job it was to fill the little heads with my expertise, and began to explore how I could remove those obstacles that prevented the inherent genius of children from gathering itself. I no longer felt comfortable defining my work as bestowing wisdom on a struggling classroom audience. Although I continue to this day in those futile assays because of the nature of institutional teaching, wherever possible I have broken with teaching tradition and sent kids down their separate paths to their own private truths."

This man is one of my heroes. You've just gotta read it. Okay?

Monday, May 5, 2008

Sunday, May 4, 2008

My wonderful husband

My hubby surprised the kids and I recently by taking us to the Currier Art Museum in Manchester, NH. I didn't know where we were going until we got there and I was so freaking excited! Here's our little family in front of this amazing sculpture at the entrance to the museum. Funnyboy looks grumpy but it was just the sun - you know, blue eyes are squinty. Feistygirl, of course, sticking out her tongue. I love it when she's being her little feisty, fresh self. Hubby looking gorgeous!

He also surprised me recently by purchasing a print from Scott Radke, an artist I've admired for only a short time, and Hubby was observant enough to notice that and secretly buy one of his pieces for me. Okay, enough adulation. I just love my husband and want the world to know it. Our family is so blessed to have him.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Big News

I'm knocked up!!


For those of you that hadn't heard this yet from me personally, don't be offended. I'm a tired Mommy of two kids and I hate the phone. I still love you. Very much.

Anyhow...BAAAABY! We're so excited! Due Novemberish.

In the meantime we'll be looking to possibly buy a house...and possibly planning a homebirth. Lots to do.


Friday, April 18, 2008

Why I Love Jesus (*caution - vulgar humor and potential swearing*)

The other day at the playground my children and I and our friends encountered an evil, chauvinistic, ignorant, loud, obnoxious man. You can read my friend's account on her rockin' blog here, on the April 18th post. My daughter is the shoeless three year old she describes and my friend dubs me "Feistymom," which I snorted with laughter over.

Anyhow...onto why I love Jesus. All night long I tossed and turned, thinking about ways I could embarass this man. I have a verbal gift - I could stand atop the tallest playground structure with a megaphone and delineate for all my mommy acquaintances exactly how this man's ignorance is affecting us all. I could, as my dear friend Kathy and I discussed on the phone tonight, round up the mommies, slip out of our bras, fill them with wood chips and pelt him, slingshot style, while chanting, "You have a small penis!", until he runs away sobbing. Or the more base response, "You fucked with the wrong fucking Mommy, asshole!" I think I may enjoy all of these options. So while I was plotting my revenge, I said to myself, "This man is my enemy." And then of course JESUS pops into my mind with the whole, "Love your enemies" thing. NOT NOW, LORD!!! I haven't loathed anyone this much since Kyle Cappello in 7th grade used to walk by my desk in Social Studies and whisper to me how ugly I was.

So here I am, thinking, "Well, crap. Now that I've admitted he's my enemy, I now have to love him." Being a Christian is haaaaaarrrd! But let's think about what kind of God we serve, and how radical Christ is! Love my enemy?!?! LOVE my enemy? Love my ENEMY?!?! He hurt my daughter's feelings!! The point is, people, the stuff Christ said is so radical, it blows my mind. We're not talking about loving in a vague, ohwell, I'll just not completely hate him way. Nope. Look at the definition of love in 1 Corinthians 13. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.

When Jesus said, "Love your enemies", he didn't mean just ignore them and maybe they'll go away. God help me! If I go through each line of the above definition of love, how do I measure up? I'm just as much of a rude asshole as he is. Sigh. The way that I will love this man is to hope for him, and for his boys. I will pray that whatever childhood teachings or trauma that made him who he is will be healed, and fast, before more of his rhetoric is taught to his sons. I'm not sure what else to think at this point because this feels like a struggle.

Jesus is so worth following. His teachings bring me beyond my ugly little self in ways I never would have imagined. Peace to you and your precious families.

Friday, April 11, 2008

Because they're cute

Funnyboy crouching over some toys he set up on the floor. I know its dark but I just love his quiet, unusually serious mood, the dark pajamas, his shock of blonde hair and the toesies. Don't try to separate a girl from her harmonica.

Thursday, April 3, 2008

Why I Don't Hit People to Make Them Do What I Want

Do you believe that your children are people? Do you believe that they are just as human as you are, or are they more like untamed donkeys that need to be whipped into domestication? I'm not saying this to be funny. I'm going to be brutally honest and stop pussyfooting around about this issue. I believe that some of you will be angry with me, or hurt that I disagree with your methods. Well, I'm sorry, but you're big, and they're little, and they need more protection, not less.

I do not hit, beat, spank, slap or grab my children by the arms because I believe for them to remain truly compassionate humans (anyone who has observed young children see they are the models of compassion, vulnerability, and even Christ said that "the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these), they need to be respected for the human beings they already are, complete with gifts to give us and talents to share with the world. I want my children to be internally motivated. This is a huge difference between those that practice gentle, mindful parenting and those that injure their children into "obedience". I want my children to make decisions with their minds and their desires to be like Christ, not because in the past, or looming ahead of them at the moment, a much larger or more authoritative person than themselves is threatening to injure their bodies if they don't choose correctly. Fear-based obedience scares the crap out of me. It conjures up images of Hitler.

If you hit your children, you need to know that if they are under the age of five, they still don't quite have the developmental concept down yet of cause and effect. So in addition to not taking into account their blooming ability to learn to perceive how their actions will affect themselves and others, you are also preempting it with the most basic primitive animal emotion - fear. They better obey, or they will be hurt.

Gentle discipline takes a lot longer than punitive discipline. It may take years for your son or daughter to finally understand what you have been trying to teach them, rather than having them obey your command immediately, that moment, that day. Punitive discipline through threats of violence or isolation also CAUSES children to sin, rather than preventing them from it. If they are threatened with being punished, they will lie, because they are afraid. We are so blessed that our almost four year old daughter continues to come right up to us and tell us that she thinks she did something wrong, because instead of punishing her, we talk, at length, about it and learn together about how to help her be more successful.

I could say volumes and volumes and volumes more on this, and I am by no means the perfect parent, but now that I've opened up Pandora's box, lemme have it. Email me, flood the comments with descriptions of what a bad Christian I must be. Tell me all about how children are little brats, will never learn unless there's a consequence (and by the way, I also don't agree with timeouts/isolation tactics). Tell me all about how THE LORD says in the Bible to beat the crap out of your children, the rod verses, God punishes those He loves, etc. And I will show you a merciful Jesus who said, with a child next to him , "Assuredly, I say to you, unless you are converted and become as little children, you will by no means enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore whoever humbles himself as this little child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoever receives one little child like this in My name receives Me. But whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in Me to sin, it would be better for him if a millstone were hung around his neck, and he were drowned in the depth of the sea." Matthew 18:5

I don't hit children because I believe all people are born with the right to be free from physical injury, and I believe children are people. If you don't believe children are people, then I guess you can disregard my comments.

Thursday, March 20, 2008

our spiffy new hair

Here are Mommy and Feistygirl with our new haircuts. I'm only posting this because so many of you have asked! No, neither of us cried. We are waaaay too fabulous to cry over something as last year as long hair. In fact, we were both immediately thrilled with our fantastic selves. I've been enjoying people not recognizing me, and Feistygirl has been enjoying combing her bangs in the mirror while she sings.

Thank you so much, Auntie Lisbeth!

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Thank you, everyone!

I wanted to make a public thank you to all of my readers who have been so encouraging and challenging to me. And I am so grateful for all the comments. I recently found links to my blog on others' sites and was happily surprised that I had readers I didn't even know about. I would love it if you all commented, too...just to say hi. I know that my buffet-style posting includes lots of social commentary and whatnot, but don't feel like you need to jump into that fray or say something that involves a lot of time. Even just a, "hi, I read your blog," would totally thrill me, and then I could link to yours as well and get to know you a bit. All that to say, what a lovely, lovely group and I am so blessed to have you all in my life. More on the human rights issues to of my new short haircut! And Feistygirl's haircut! May peace reign in your homes.

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Sister Gertrude Morgan

My hubby just surprised me with the gift of this cd. I LOVE THIS STUFF! Listen to a cut on the website and you'll know the sound of the inside of my soul.

Saturday, March 1, 2008

Bragging about my three year old

After grocery shopping yesterday, I told Feistygirl that we were going to drive by a house that we may want to buy. She said, "Is it a red house?" I replied, "No, it's a white house." She said, "Like in Washington?"

I laughed so hard I almost peed my pants.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Human Rights

Over the next few months I will be exploring what it truly means to have human rights. Before I begin my thoughts, I would love to hear from all of my readers. What do human rights mean to you? Do you feel that the same rights apply to everyone, regardless of who they are? Give me your gut level definition of what we are entitled to as humans. I'm looking forward to your comments with excitement! Peace to you all today. Hug your loved ones.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

happy snow kids

Feistygirl and Funnyboy were so thrilled to have a week-long visit from Uncle Aaron and Aunt Stasia, who were absolutely devoted to the children the whole time.

Here's the munchkins playing in the snow with their beloved auntie and uncle on our lovely, quiet, wooded, dead-end, New Hampshire road.
Wasn't sure if the adults wanted to be pictured your imaginations.

Funnyboy learning to catch snowflakes on his tongue. What a joyful glad to have captured it.

Thursday, January 31, 2008

Feminists for Life

If you're a happily voting, free-to-be you woman, take a moment and thank God for Susan B. Anthony. After you're through with that, take another moment and consider that not only was she pro-woman, she was also pro-child. Beginning in the womb. Check out this wonderful stuff for sale at Feminists for Life...especially the Susan B. Anthony quote on the mug.

I love their key phrase on the website - "There has to be a better way." We CAN be both pro-woman and pro-child.

Monday, January 14, 2008

something to think about...

"Strange, this love announced by our Lord turns all of life right. To love others is to fill our own empty spaces." - Thomas A. Becket c. 1118-1170

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

Our Girlie Scarecrow

Our wonderful friend, Shelley, created the bare bones of this awesome scarecrow, and Feistygirl and I glammed her up. She's wearing my clothes and after we'd dressed her, Feistygirl said, "She looks like a Mommy." I said, "Yeah, she looks like YOUR Mommy!" Kind of eerie how much she looks like me...
She is now up to her armpits in snowdrift. Poor thing. Feistygirl frets over her every time we go outside. She named her Lily after a favorite cousin.

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

New Year's Resolution

Mmmmkay.... I realize that New Year's Resolutions are entirely conventional. Yes, occasionally I do things just like everybody else! I don't always have to rock the, really, I don't!!


I just think that resolutions should be about something FUN. No more of this losingweightgettingorganizedshavingmylegsmorelearninghowtochangemycarsoilstraightenupandflyright stuff. Hilaree's official New Year's Resolution is to.....


I also think they should be short. And rejuvenating.

What's yours?