the mama trail

This year we covered all our bases by celebrating the Winter Solstice, Chanukah, and Christmas, and it has been great. I know I’ve said it before, but life really is so much more fun when you’ve got a little one to share it with, and to find joy in the simplest things with.

For the Winter Solstice, we attended a Drumming into the Seasons drum circle, and had a little party at our house. At the party, we ate Shephards Pie, drank Mead, tied strings around a Yule log (the strings represented our dreams), burned the Yule log to send our dreams in to the sky, and for dessert I made a picture of the sun out of homemade whipped cream with peach slices for sunrays.

For Chanukah, we went over to the Luries house where the kids played dreydel (McKenna mostly ate up the raisins and chocolate chips rather than playing), I made latkes, Brandon made matzoh ball soup, Mackenzie made challah, and there was wine and delicious dessert. McKenna’s food intake for the evening consisted of: a piece of challah, the raisins and chocolate chips, some juice, and a cookie. When I told her she couldn’t eat any more sugar for the night, she brought a bag of Gelt (chocolate coins) up to me and Troy and said, “Mama I don’t want to ask you about this,” as she handed it to Troy with hope in her eyes.

We also celebrate the last night of Chanukah at my parents’ house along with my sister’s family and my grandma.

On Christmas Eve, we watched the 1964 claymation Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. On Christmas Day, we opened presents in front of the fire, then went out to Sheep Hill for some super fun snow play. After sledding, skiing, and general silliness in the snow, McKenna started running through the forest pretending the Abominable Snowman (from the Rudolph movie) was chasing her up the mountain. She kept stomping up up up. I couldn’t believe how high up the mountain she was getting. We were following Troy’s snowboard tracks from the day before, and she was motivated to get to the top of the mountain. On the way up we saw a Bald Eagle. I think it is a good omen for the coming year!

Leaving Sheep Hill, Troy suggested eating at the China Star buffet. Since my only childhood memory of Christmas Day consists of eating at Chinese restaurants, it sounded perfect to me! And it was remarkably tasty too. The rest of the day was spent hanging at home, and that night we watched Frosty the Snowman after making homemade ice cream in the new ice cream ball that Troy gave our family as a gift.

Our only plan for New Years is to make Hoppin John on New Years Day, but between now and then McKenna and I are in Phoenix for all that encompasses (read: mountain biking for me, playtime with Grandma, Grandpa, and cousins for McKenna) and Troy is in the Inner Basin looking for some steep yet stable slopes.

Lots of sugar, snow, drumming, family time, and friends + exploring various December celebrations = a great holiday season! Hope yours has been wonderful as well.

…is what I hear all day long. Along with: Look what I did! Watch me! Watch what I can do! and so on.

It can be exhausting.

I remember when McKenna was somewhere around 1 or 2, new toddlerish, and she and I would play like crazy at the park together. There would be all these 3-4 year olds, all shouting to me (a stranger), “Look at me!” I remember inwardly shaking my head, judging their parents, figuring they must totally not pay enough attention to their kids. Surely they just ignore their kids until the poor things are crying out at the park for anyone to watch their amazing feats. I think I had thoughts along the lines of, My daughter doesn’t demand attention like that!

Yet one more time I get to learn the same lesson again: never, ever judge. Especially if I’m not there yet, but even then, I have no idea what truly leads to anyone else’s situation/decisions/choices. It really is the same lesson as: never say what you will or won’t do in the future, because it surely will invite the circumstance that will make you eat your words.

That isn’t the only thing I hear all day, of course. Nearly hourly I also hear, “Mama, I love you. I really like you. You are beautiful. And I love Sazi and Daddy too. There is just so much love in this family.”

Yeh, she’s pretty darn sweet that one. And so, so right about that last statement.

Yesterday:

in the morning, a slightly itchy sore throat.
took zinc, drank Ginger tea

feeling cranky and irritable.
a little itchier by midday, glands swelling
more zinc, hot EmergenC, and raw garlic

by dinner time, feeling chilled and achy in my neck
ate soup with garlic, ginger, and red pepper

before bed, getting really chilled, achy, and grouchy
hot shower, more raw garlic, a honey stick

went to bed. Extreme fever kicked in, extremely shaky/achy, feel like I’m going to barf. I get mixed feelings of panic (this hurts! I want to take something to make it go away!) and awe (my body is doing exactly what it needs to do to get better! Go fever go!).

By 3am-ish, fever subsides, hammering headache sets in. Teeth ache, sinuses ache, head like I drank a 5th of whiskey. Wait it out till morning.

Fever gone, head still pounding, I deem it ok to take some advil and go back to bed.

A few hours later, doing alright, and better throughout the day.

With a little help from garlic, zinc, ginger, red pepper, and vitamins…nice job immune system!

Do I have to be right about this?
In 50 years, will anyone care about it?
Have I noticed my last exhale?
Does my tummy feel tight? Are my shoulders up by my ears? Is my brow scrunched up?
Do I feel light or heavy?
What would love say?
Will this enhance our relationship? Will this build trust?
Does it really matter?
Have I looked in to her eyes?
Is my heart open?
Is there another interpretation?

Is it something I would say to an honored guest?

I am decidedly uncrafty. Always have been. But it turns out you can make just about anything with an empty toilet paper roll.

It began last December with this Solstice wreath. Look carefully for the rolls between the pine cones and pine needles.

Then we made a bunch of silly scarecrows for our garden (this one looked better before its popsicle stick legs broke off)

Then I made an octopus with a rock head for a friend’s 5th birthday.

And today McKenna and I made spooky bats. Even their wings and ears are from tp rolls.

At this point pretty much all our art projects have to be made from toilet paper rolls, since I have an enormous collection of them.

This Wednesday, September 28, come on out to the Orpheum to see Changing Gears: Flagstaff and the Mountain Bike. Doors open at 6:30, movie at 7pm. Tickets at the door are $6, or $5 if you bring a non-perishable food item to benefit the Flagstaff Family Food Center.

Oh, and I’m in the flick.