Abby from Sugarcreek worked hard and helped me get really organized and get some color on the walls. Over 3 months, though really only a handful of weeks of actual labor, we collected paint and things from here and there and then.....
Now, it is starting to feel like home. I was getting used to the white walls, but really I am a lady in need of colour. Thank you Abby for helping so very much. :)
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Tuesday, 20 October 2009
Downstairs Pictures of the House
Mother, wife, sister, friend. This is our second year on the farm, a dream we've had since we were first married. We unschool, AP parent, and grow our own food (or try to).
Storytime, or As the Summer Ends the Girls Rediscover Books....
Yeah, I don't know what happened to the photo sizes, but it took 15 minutes just to upload them to blogger, so I'm not going to redo them. Aside from that, the point is, in the 129 pictures I took over the last two weeks about 30 of them were of the girls being read to or playing with books or reading to each other. I love it. Lil'Bug found the Tale of Emily Windsnap and Dearest rediscovered Bunicula and suddenly nightly bedtime chapter book reading reappeared after the summer long hiatus. Then Blueberry discovered her shelf of board books and now her favourite thing in the morning is to pick a book and flip through it, then have it read to her 30 + times. Yay! I love books. I love reading to my girls.
Mother, wife, sister, friend. This is our second year on the farm, a dream we've had since we were first married. We unschool, AP parent, and grow our own food (or try to).
Saturday, 17 October 2009
Farewell Good Hen
We finally caught and butchered the fast and clever meat chicken that had escaped the last round up. She hid out with the pigs for a while and now that the pigs are gone, suddenly we have about 4 more chickens. Funny. By we, I mean Dearest. I hate butchering, specifically, I hate plucking, and he doesn't seem to mind it. Still, can't wait for the whiz bang plucker to be built over winter.
Today was mostly spent cleaning and sanitizing and cuddling a very cranky baby. The anti viral gave her a headache I think. She kept covering her eyes and pulling at her hair. Poor thing.
We gathered the huckleberry from the garden and the last of the pumpkins. Dearest had a go at plowing the new garden beds and the old. I am extending them to the West and eliminating the Eastern bed. I am thinking about growing pumpkins in the pig pen, as pumpkins like it "hot", but I can't find any data verifying that the attempt would be safe on that ground only a season after the pigs are off it. On the other hand, I can't find anything saying it wouldn't be either, just that most crops will burn on such ground. Still looking.
Lil'Bug is turning 5 soon. Time flies so very fast. She's just a few weeks past the cut off for Kindergarten in Iowa, but we homeschool and I am hesitating to call it a grade, well, ever. The problem is that some people/places seem to need that and just saying that she's 5 and we homeschool isn't cutting it. They want to know what level "curriculum" she's at. Dude. She's 5 (or will be very soon). I tried explaining what we do, but really failed at the attempt. I think it will work itself out as they get to know her, but I worry about how many more times this will come up?
I am going to start uploading pictures from the past few months and posting them by date, so they won't be at the top of the blog when they appear. Dearest gave me the "facebook stole the record of our family" talk and I must admit I feel incredibly guilty. I just didn't feel like blogging. It is complicated. Part of it is actually facebook, but not the timesuck part of it. It is that suddenly I am connected to all these people and my blog isn't so anonymous anymore. I know, it wasn't really ever, but in real life I am a bit shy and a lot sensitive to my family thinking I am a weirdo. I am a weirdo. I do lots and learn about lots of unconventional things. Life is an adventure I fully intend to live. I intend to document it for my children. So there, that's that.
Today was mostly spent cleaning and sanitizing and cuddling a very cranky baby. The anti viral gave her a headache I think. She kept covering her eyes and pulling at her hair. Poor thing.
We gathered the huckleberry from the garden and the last of the pumpkins. Dearest had a go at plowing the new garden beds and the old. I am extending them to the West and eliminating the Eastern bed. I am thinking about growing pumpkins in the pig pen, as pumpkins like it "hot", but I can't find any data verifying that the attempt would be safe on that ground only a season after the pigs are off it. On the other hand, I can't find anything saying it wouldn't be either, just that most crops will burn on such ground. Still looking.
Lil'Bug is turning 5 soon. Time flies so very fast. She's just a few weeks past the cut off for Kindergarten in Iowa, but we homeschool and I am hesitating to call it a grade, well, ever. The problem is that some people/places seem to need that and just saying that she's 5 and we homeschool isn't cutting it. They want to know what level "curriculum" she's at. Dude. She's 5 (or will be very soon). I tried explaining what we do, but really failed at the attempt. I think it will work itself out as they get to know her, but I worry about how many more times this will come up?
I am going to start uploading pictures from the past few months and posting them by date, so they won't be at the top of the blog when they appear. Dearest gave me the "facebook stole the record of our family" talk and I must admit I feel incredibly guilty. I just didn't feel like blogging. It is complicated. Part of it is actually facebook, but not the timesuck part of it. It is that suddenly I am connected to all these people and my blog isn't so anonymous anymore. I know, it wasn't really ever, but in real life I am a bit shy and a lot sensitive to my family thinking I am a weirdo. I am a weirdo. I do lots and learn about lots of unconventional things. Life is an adventure I fully intend to live. I intend to document it for my children. So there, that's that.
Mother, wife, sister, friend. This is our second year on the farm, a dream we've had since we were first married. We unschool, AP parent, and grow our own food (or try to).
Friday, 16 October 2009
Flu
We are back home from the emergency room in Des Moines. We all got the flu, starting with Dearest, then Lil'Bug, then Blueberry, and now I have it. Blueberry fell to it hard and the bit she got was coupled with viral croup.
I have to admit that I was never in the position to see anyone hospitalized because of flu before, thankfully I have been healthy most of my life so I weather bouts of flu just fine. I've had the vaccine before but always got sick just the same so I stopped. My kids don't get the flu vax either. They still won't, but here's the thing: there is a lot of chatter in our local holistic parenting community about the evils of the vaccine and not a lot of serious talk about the evils of the virus. Perhaps it takes watching your baby lay limp, unable to breath well, feverish and dehydrated but for the suckling of breast milk intake (which was a saving grace, yay for extended breastfeeding). I hope no one else has to suffer like she did, but the sad fact is that the flu virus, not just H1N1, but plain old flu, can be deadly even to healthy people. Most of the data I found online was about the vaccine and not the virus, especially on parenting websites. This came on pretty fast, what was a managable "cold" overnight became scary. We still had time to drive to Des Moines for care, but that was a terrible drive in. I am still not pro vaccine for the flu, but I think more people need to be better educated about the flu itself.
Blueberry managed to intake enough fluids that she didn't need IV fluids, but her breathing was awful and labored. The doctor spent a lot of time sitting with us, listening to her breath before and after treatments. He was undecided about admitting her- our distance from home was a factor, but the stress an overnight stay would have on her was another. She was agitated by the nurses. We agreed to stay in town, but be discharged. Pawpaw and Nana were awesome, Pawpaw stayed with Lil'Bug during the day and they both helped with the girls and getting medicine administered, which was no small feat.
Blueberry perked up as soon as we got to their house. She even walked to the bathtub and got in. She ate something for the first time in three days and drank some water on her own. Then she slept through the night. We traveled home in the morning and she's doing even better here at home. For croup we have to treat with a cool mist humidifier and for the flu part she's on an anti viral. I'm drinking lots of things with garlic and bone broth in them for myself and to supercharge the breastmilk.
And we're deep cleaning the house, all the linens washed on sanitize and surfaces will get a squirt of vinegar. Even the diapers got an extra cycle. We'll be contagious still for 7 more days, so no play dates for a while, though Lily should be able to do art class on Thursday if everyone fares well.
So that's the latest. I'll try to catch up on the last month in photos in a bit.
I have to admit that I was never in the position to see anyone hospitalized because of flu before, thankfully I have been healthy most of my life so I weather bouts of flu just fine. I've had the vaccine before but always got sick just the same so I stopped. My kids don't get the flu vax either. They still won't, but here's the thing: there is a lot of chatter in our local holistic parenting community about the evils of the vaccine and not a lot of serious talk about the evils of the virus. Perhaps it takes watching your baby lay limp, unable to breath well, feverish and dehydrated but for the suckling of breast milk intake (which was a saving grace, yay for extended breastfeeding). I hope no one else has to suffer like she did, but the sad fact is that the flu virus, not just H1N1, but plain old flu, can be deadly even to healthy people. Most of the data I found online was about the vaccine and not the virus, especially on parenting websites. This came on pretty fast, what was a managable "cold" overnight became scary. We still had time to drive to Des Moines for care, but that was a terrible drive in. I am still not pro vaccine for the flu, but I think more people need to be better educated about the flu itself.
Blueberry managed to intake enough fluids that she didn't need IV fluids, but her breathing was awful and labored. The doctor spent a lot of time sitting with us, listening to her breath before and after treatments. He was undecided about admitting her- our distance from home was a factor, but the stress an overnight stay would have on her was another. She was agitated by the nurses. We agreed to stay in town, but be discharged. Pawpaw and Nana were awesome, Pawpaw stayed with Lil'Bug during the day and they both helped with the girls and getting medicine administered, which was no small feat.
Blueberry perked up as soon as we got to their house. She even walked to the bathtub and got in. She ate something for the first time in three days and drank some water on her own. Then she slept through the night. We traveled home in the morning and she's doing even better here at home. For croup we have to treat with a cool mist humidifier and for the flu part she's on an anti viral. I'm drinking lots of things with garlic and bone broth in them for myself and to supercharge the breastmilk.
And we're deep cleaning the house, all the linens washed on sanitize and surfaces will get a squirt of vinegar. Even the diapers got an extra cycle. We'll be contagious still for 7 more days, so no play dates for a while, though Lily should be able to do art class on Thursday if everyone fares well.
So that's the latest. I'll try to catch up on the last month in photos in a bit.
Mother, wife, sister, friend. This is our second year on the farm, a dream we've had since we were first married. We unschool, AP parent, and grow our own food (or try to).
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