Ok, sweetest 3 yr old moment ever...
I was lying down with my youngest because he rebelled on going to bed alone and just wanted mommy, which still makes me
as inconvenient as it is.
I thought he was asleep but then he asked me, "Where is your heart?" I patted my chest and said "My heart is right here." He seemed unhappy about that and said "No, that is MY heart!", while patting my chest. Paused for a moment and said, "How 'bout we trade? This can be my heart [patted my chest] and this one is your heart [patted his chest]." I said "Like valentines?" and he said "Yeah." and drifted off seconds later snug in the crook of my arm with his head on my shoulder.
Reminds me of a scene from Chaucer somewhere. My little guy is such a mama boy -- he turns up in my dreams, like I'm doing something completely different and suddenly I look down and he's right there. Once I dreamed I was running to escape a tsunami - a long complicated dream with no family members in it and woke up to him scolding me "You running so fast mommy! You hafta carry me!" Now *that* was disorienting
The sustainable life in the country cottage is such a standard MDC mama dream, and I know many would jump at it, but I am afraid of putting all our financial eggs in that basket -- and I fear we would have to commit everything we have to it to make it work. Afraid of being worn down by the hard work, afraid of the hobby-farm-turned-money-pit trap, afraid of not being able to install windows right side up, afraid of my kids not having the educational opportunities I want for them, afraid of hurting people I'd leave behind...not to mention afraid of falling in love with a place and a life and having to leave it behind in 5 years if dh were transferred again...
I guess I've got lots of spiritual work to do to figure out if this is the right dream at the right time for me and my family, if it is really *my* dream. I don't want to romanticize country life, move out there, and then go crazy with the chickens out there y'know?But yeah, it *was* a dream I had when I was little. And I had all these small town aunts and grandmothers who were so important to me growing up, wise, centered, grounded middle-aged ladies, famous cooks and gardeners with such connection to the earth. Maybe I could be one of them?
And mice. I don't like mice. I'd have to have cats, wouldn't I? Oh, my.
I have refrained from buying that very appealing Trofast kid storage furniture, just because I get this visual of small boys launching themselves off it and crashing into bunkbeds, walls, floors. Flimsy doesn't look so bad to me, sometimes.
Oh DOK, Pampered Chef....what is new that looks so good to you? I am kind of inspired by the minimalist kitchen thread. I think I could use a few more pieces of PC stonewear, though.

G'night, everyone!
I was lying down with my youngest because he rebelled on going to bed alone and just wanted mommy, which still makes me
as inconvenient as it is.I thought he was asleep but then he asked me, "Where is your heart?" I patted my chest and said "My heart is right here." He seemed unhappy about that and said "No, that is MY heart!", while patting my chest. Paused for a moment and said, "How 'bout we trade? This can be my heart [patted my chest] and this one is your heart [patted his chest]." I said "Like valentines?" and he said "Yeah." and drifted off seconds later snug in the crook of my arm with his head on my shoulder.
Reminds me of a scene from Chaucer somewhere. My little guy is such a mama boy -- he turns up in my dreams, like I'm doing something completely different and suddenly I look down and he's right there. Once I dreamed I was running to escape a tsunami - a long complicated dream with no family members in it and woke up to him scolding me "You running so fast mommy! You hafta carry me!" Now *that* was disorienting
The sustainable life in the country cottage is such a standard MDC mama dream, and I know many would jump at it, but I am afraid of putting all our financial eggs in that basket -- and I fear we would have to commit everything we have to it to make it work. Afraid of being worn down by the hard work, afraid of the hobby-farm-turned-money-pit trap, afraid of not being able to install windows right side up, afraid of my kids not having the educational opportunities I want for them, afraid of hurting people I'd leave behind...not to mention afraid of falling in love with a place and a life and having to leave it behind in 5 years if dh were transferred again...
I guess I've got lots of spiritual work to do to figure out if this is the right dream at the right time for me and my family, if it is really *my* dream. I don't want to romanticize country life, move out there, and then go crazy with the chickens out there y'know?But yeah, it *was* a dream I had when I was little. And I had all these small town aunts and grandmothers who were so important to me growing up, wise, centered, grounded middle-aged ladies, famous cooks and gardeners with such connection to the earth. Maybe I could be one of them?
And mice. I don't like mice. I'd have to have cats, wouldn't I? Oh, my.
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I could never sell PC, I would spend every cent (and then some) that I made on products for myself hehehe.
....THEN when they were cleaning their room a bit, he was apparently standing on the trofast (we have the lowish bench type) and fell off and wailed that he'd hurt his ankle for ages. What he was DOING up there is beyond us, considering the fan incident you'd THINK he'd keep his damn feet on the floor ![]() |
Oh DOK, Pampered Chef....what is new that looks so good to you? I am kind of inspired by the minimalist kitchen thread. I think I could use a few more pieces of PC stonewear, though.
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OMG mamas I am having such an awesome time. This is so, so meant to be
The only reason I'm on here right now is we had pizza ![]() Srsly, I am coming back here ASAP and we are definitely a forever thing ![]() ![]() ![]() |

G'night, everyone!


What he was DOING up there is beyond us, considering the fan incident you'd THINK he'd keep his damn feet on the floor 








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