Monday, October 24, 2011

Double Wrong

If this post were a facebook status, it would read:

'I married my husband because of what he does to my soul; not for what he does to my grammar.'

It is, in fact, a blog post, so here goes the lengthier version:

Sisay: "Your daughter is eating paper."

Me: "Yeah."

Sisay: "Disturbing." (my response, that is)

Me: "It's better than plastic."

Sisay: "What is wrong with you?"

Me: Laughing, which turns into belly laughing, which turns into hysterical laughing. I don't know, probably because this moment illustrates one out of hundreds each day in which a child of ours does something that I deem normal and/or praiseworthy and Sisay deems highly dangerous and/or requiring medical attention.

Sisay: "Why are you laughing? Your daughter is eating paper and you laugh. That by itself makes double wrong with you."

That's when I really lost it.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Why I love Maine

because you can drive an hour north through winding roads lined with golden 'dancing trees' (as Samaya declared) and arrive here.

because of quaint cafes filled with local coffee, homemade apple cider donuts, pumpkin chocolate chip cookies, and apple turnovers.

because babies can be found tucked between hundred year old rows of apple trees in a little red wagon piled high with drops.

because of the way the October light bounces off two-year-old mountain climbers.

because of pigs exactly the way they appear in children's books--miles high in mud.

because of friends to share with you in the quiet pleasure of freshly picked fruit.

because of farmers who grow food with sunshine, rain, and good old fashioned hard work. So this mama can hand her baby that food and know it will do exactly what it was meant to do. Nourish.