Thursday, April 29, 2010

I thought I saw a tweety bird

The other day I walked out to my postage-stamp backyard and thought I heard a large tweety bird. The sound was loud and echoed, filling the whole yard.

I didn't just think I heard this bird. I knew I heard this bird. There was no denying there was a very, very large bird nearby.

It took me a while to figure where this sound was coming from. Can you see it?

There it is - in my clothes line pole! Not so large now that I could see it. I had to run back into the house to get my zoom lens.

There she was, tweeting away. The old fashioned kind of tweeting that did not require a keyboard or abbreviated spellings.

This bird was mightily, loudly tweeting away and she was ticked that I caught sight of her. But, she let me get a little bit closer...

And a little bit more close...oh dear, she finally got sick of me looking at her.

Can you see her giving me the stink eye? She thinking go away, leave me and this pole alone. Can't you see I've got things to do, tweets to send through this pole!

When I didn't move away, she'd had enough. She took one last look at me looking at her and she took off. She was gone, speeding down the tube and flying out the other end.

I sure hope she comes back again.
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Tuesday, April 27, 2010

The Tie One On Baby Wrap

The Tie One On Baby Wrap (also known as the Moby wrap, I think) allows me to be the mommy that I want to be. Sitting out in the woods with the Baby Lotus Bud reading a book at a time near to sunset was totally blissful.

Now, I feel like I can do anything with her in my life. The other day I cleaned the house. I've walked around the neighborhood with her snuggling against my chest. These wraps are awesome.

I keep her nice and close, safe and sound, warm and snuggly. But, best of all, I can go about my business doing the things I want to do and need to do.
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Sunday, April 25, 2010

The Uptowner on Grand

We hadn't planned to go to the Uptowner on Grand. The Big D wanted to go to Keys because I think it is his favorite greasy breakfast joint and we were seeking something that is on route to our credit union. That place is always incredibly busy and should only be attempted before 9:00. We didn't arrive until 10:30. It was way too crazy busy to wait for a table on a rainy day, in the chilly, drippy entrance way, holding a heavy infant car seat with infant in it.

We left and got back on the road and I somewhat despaired, wanting, needing coffee (decaf - yes, even though it was decaf, I needed it!) and food.

I have been with this particular credit union for over 17 years. They gave me my first auto loan. It has switched locations a half a dozen times in these last 17 years, but they are so great that I am willing to follow them around. I only make it to the credit union every couple of months and every time we go, it seems like a day trip. Today being Saturday, we were under the pressure to get there by noon.

Just as I was reaching my moment of total desperation we hit the corner of Lexington and Grand. And thank the gods, there was the Uptowner. Now, I gotta tell ya, I vaguely remember hearing that Obama had stopped into this place when he was in town. So, I thought: If it's good enough for the President, it should be good enough for us.

We circled around, found a parking spot and marched our way into the joint. I was ecstatic, the hunger making me a little loopy. I virtually leaped in through the door. Then, jerked to a halt when I discovered how incredibly small it was in there. There was maybe 5 booths, another 5-6 tables and about 8 stools. OK. So maybe this wasn't where the President of these here United States stopped by for breakfast. And, do they even have a place for us? And, more importantly, would the Baby Lotus Bud stay sleeping in this noisy, lively diner?

But, the awesome thing about bringing Baby out with us is that everyone is really nice and accommodating. They found us a booth and an unobstructed view of the behind-the-counter kitchen. We saw the hash browns being buttered, the poached eggs boiling over, and the bacon sizzling to perfection. I cringed every time that the cook whacked his spatula against the stove with ear-splitting rings thinking that would awaken Baby Lotus Bud. Yet, it seemed each bang rang like a gong that sent her into deeper levels of sleep. She did great.

See that drawing behind Baby Lotus Bud? Those drawings were everywhere, I mean on all over the walls. Some the work of children, others spontaneous works of art, all, for sure, full of love and effort. It was fun looking at all the drawings and it was a great distraction while we waited for our food because they were busy. There was never an empty table or counter stool the entire time we were there (but also, there weren't very many to begin with, plus a line out the door).

I wanted to take pictures of the cook, the long stove (the kind that's flat, I don't know what to call it), the busyness of this tiny place, but I was too shy.

I was skeptical about the food, it was the hunger that made me skeptical. The Big D kept saying this could end being the best dang breakfast ever. As it turns out, it was! Well, for him. I just ordered the regular old over-medium eggs, which, don't get me wrong, were good - in fact, they were cooked to perfection. But, this did not compare to the Big D's Uptowner Benedict. It had tomatoes in it's layers of sausage and egg goodness. For some reason, that bite with the tomato was absolutely wonderful adding just the perfect taste of sweetness. The sausage was Cajun-spicy - spicy like he likes it and he likes it spicy.

As it turns out, I couldn't confirm whether or not the President stopped in there during one of his trips to the Twin Cities. But if he did, I'm sure he enjoyed it as much as we did. It was the kind of place where as people were leaving they scooted quickly behind the counter and thanked the cook for creating such delicious food. What a great way to start the weekend!

I tell ya - I love living in this state!
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Saturday, April 17, 2010

Officially a Jeep Family

His Jeep.

Her Jeep.

OK. Go ahead and call us freaks. Some people always by a car made in the US. Some people only buy foreign models. Our neighbor only buys Saturns. We like Jeeps. We had to buy another one that was a tad bit bigger so that we could haul the Baby Lotus Bud and all our gear up to the trailer.

Oh, yah. I guess should show you...

Baby's Jeep.

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Thursday, April 15, 2010

48 - 2010 Census

I was thrilled to fill out the 2010 census forms. Here's why:

I got to include my daughter and I got to accurately record her ethnic background. I didn't have to fill out a box marked "other".
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Tuesday, April 13, 2010

The River Rises Again

Last year I wrote about the St. Croix River rising up due to the spring melt of snow and ice. You can read about it here. Last year I mentioned that the water was at record heights. This is a picture from last year.

We went back to Stillwater this year just last Sunday. The St. Croix river had risen so high the week before that they had to shut down the lift bridge. It was open again when we went there, but here in this picture you can see the water is considerably higher than last year.

Last year.

This year.

Last year.

This year. In this picture you can see that the cement sidewalk markers (in picture above) are not even visible. They are completely covered in water.

Much of the area by the river was blocked off. Much of the parking lot right next to the river was also blocked off. And the exposed grass on the river bank had debris lines from the water had risen, then receded.

I remember walking down those steps and taking pictures last year. This year I would have had to swim over because the water was that deep.

It seems that communities in Minnesota that annually effected by the spring melt and subsequent river rise were more prepared. And, that's a good thing, because this year the rivers rose higher and faster.
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Saturday, April 10, 2010

Letters to the Baby Lotus Bud: Month Two

Dearest Little Lotus Bud, Miss Bright Eyes!

You and me, girl! We're out and about and I'm getting my workout. Seriously, I've lost a few pounds since we hit the town. Carrying you around in your car seat works my muscles and that's just from carrying you from the Jeep to the shopping cart. But also, there's the lifting you into and out of the Jeep. Two months since you were born and I'm almost at my pre-pregnancy weight. Woo-hoo!

And you, my dear, are getting more chubby. You're just about 9 pounds now, almost four pounds more than you were when you came out of my belly! And, yet, you are still in the 10 percentile that means that only ten percent of the babies your age are this size. You seem real tall though, growing out of your clothes that are too short for you. That would be real funny if you grew to be taller than both me and your daddy! Your daddy's big brothers and his father are all over six feet tall. My father's sisters are also real tall. It could happen.

You cheeky monkey. I want to get this letter done and now you're crying. You sure are a demanding little girl. I hope you keep up this habit so that when you are older you will be demanding with your partner, or your legislator, or anyone else that crosses your path.

I took you to a big meeting this week. I love taking you around with me. It makes me feel like a rock star. I like that you were at this meeting at the Co-op, getting you started early. I like to think of myself as a community organizer and having you along gives me courage. I digitized the meeting which was on transit planning and all along I kept thinking how great that will be when you're hanging on my hip while I'm filming. I want you to be socially conscious when you grow older. I want you to think about helping your community and I like to think that taking you to these meeting right now will somehow put these ideals on the forefront of your worldview.

Lately you've been smiling a lot. Smiling a lot at men. My father had you cracking up and he wasn't even doing that much! That was more than just a little disturbing to me. Why did you like him so much, I wonder?

When you are sleeping, I wonder what you are dreaming about. Is it my boob, your milk supply? Are you dreaming about the stars and the universe? Have you dreamt up the solution to global warming? Whatever it is, it sure seems good.

You don't sleep as much any more. We had eight weeks of pure luxury, thinking that you were an easy baby, because you slept something like 20 hours a day. Now you rarely go down during the day and we've gotta find ways to entertain you. You sleep pretty good through the night and I'm finding different ways to nurse you. Your daddy calls it "lazy feeding" when I lay you right next to me and let you fall asleep with my nipple in your mouth. Soon, we're going to try moving you into your crib. But, I just know I'm going to miss you sleeping in the bassinet next to us. Usually in the early morning hours, we bring you right in between us. You stretch your arms up just like your daddy and my heart melts to see the similarities.

So, here's something you might not want me to say to the world: You haven't pooped in days. Last week was probably the healthiest week of eating since before I gave birth to you. Apparently, babies like you can go a whole week without pooping, so I'm hoping it's because we ate so healthy and you digested all that milk very efficiently. Then today we ate some onion rings and your daddy suggested that maybe this will help you poop. And, sure enough, you pooped. Yeah! You pooped!

Sorry, Baby, I just had to share this...

My precious little Lotus Bud. I love you.

from me, your Mommy.
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Wednesday, April 7, 2010

47 - Spring Things.3

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Saturday, April 3, 2010

46 - Spring Things.2

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Thursday, April 1, 2010

45 - Spring Things.1

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