edit to say the naan kicked serious ASS. hard, but GOOOOOOOOOD.
now, to the paper...
ok, so my thesis is due on november 22nd. it is about hmmmm, 1/4 done. i mean, it is all in my head, but that is not where it needs to be. and vin didn't nap today, so i decided that i may as well cook, like, chicken korma, cucumber raita, and homemade naan. yeah, you read that right. i am MAKING naan.
i need a cigarette and a glass of wine. when will punkpapa be home?????
from the bar mitzvah last weekend.
oh.my.god. my gorgeous son!
me and my boy...that little hand on my arm. so heartwrenching, how much i love him.
my thesis is about half done, i may be offered a job where i am doing my practicum, and i need to carve out some time to blog about both of those things. right now i have laundry to put away. lately, i jest feel like i am on fast forward. blech. uploading pics to remind me of the important things.
one day late.
yesterday, as we were traveling back from my nephew's bar mitzvah in phoenix, i was sitting on the plane with him reading, he knows all kinds of shapes, animals, and numbers.
vinny. you are my heart. you are so kind, and thoughtful, and funny, and curious. i can't believe another year has gone by. i love you so much.
day one...
first birthday...
wow, mamas, i saw a baby being born today. never saw this before...i had a c-section, my sister pushed for two hours and ended up with a c-section. today, i got a call that one of the girls at the house where i am working was in labor and wanted me to be there. she has nobody to be there, which i knew. i offered her my support when we were doing her treatment plan and i found out she was going to be alone.
so i went, and she was pretty much writhing around, ready to go, her water had just broken and mamas, she was DEEP IN THE ZONE. she pushed for about 40 minutes and there was the baby.
this girl is 17, homeless, single and far from any family. she refused the epidural, and asked the nurse after she delivered..."can i nurse her to help deliver the placenta?" WOW. what an informed and brave young mama. i hung out and helped her with the nursing bit and kept her company for a bit, then left to let her rest when they took the baby up to the nursery.
oh my stars, what an amazing effect this is having on these girls!
expat...i am OVERWHELMED that you mailed all of that from germany! the girl that got the boppy isn't breastfeeding but her little one is colicky and very very small (under 6#) so i showed her how to prop her babe in there and let her sleep sitting up a bit...and she got all choked up cause she was actually born in germany on a military base and said...hey maybe this was meant to be mine, cause we come from the same place...and was very grateful. the nursing shirts will go to a mama who is due in a week or two and is REALLY committed to breastfeeding. not sure who the sling will best accommdate yet, but i will let you know.
all of the kids and mamas look so great...i am so busy, so overwhelmed...thesis deadline looming...i am going as an aging punk rock grad student with a few pounds to lose this year! vincent was a monster for five minutes, then wriggled free. this was one of three pics that came out...
love to all of the mamas, and kids, have a great halloween!
i just wanted to share this perspective with you, because i am more moved by this man's words that i can explain...
"And that is why I swore never to be silent whenever wherever human beings endure suffering and humiliation. We must take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented. Sometimes we must interfere. When human lives are endangered, when human dignity is in jeopardy, national borders and sensitivities become irrelevant. Wherever men and women are persecuted because of their race, religion, or political views, that place must - at that moment - become the center of the universe."
at what i miss.
i have an anecdote,and an opinion.
first of all, most of you know what i look like, if you don't, search my blog. i am a photo slut.
anyway, that will be relevant in a sec...
so a couple of years ago, in a multicultural foundations of counseling course, a black woman in her late 60's took STRONG exception to an essay that i had written for class in which i explained why i do not feel part of the dominant culture and therefore, kinda cringe at being called "white" (which i am, i mean, i am of european descent). she very vehemently explained that i CHOSE to be an outcast, i CHOOSE my appearance and therefore DESERVE the rejection of the dominant culture when and if i experience it.
who has a fish named shark? i want to shout out to ya, but don't know which hipmama you are!!!
i am taking it today, two of the three girls who have had their babes are home from the hosp...i am so excited! gonna have to look up instructions for a ring sling.
love my hipmamas for helping these new mamas join our tribe.
