Showing posts with label Sakura Bloom Sling Diaries. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sakura Bloom Sling Diaries. Show all posts

Friday, March 15, 2013

The Sling Diaries: Beauty


Can you believe we're at the last Sling Diaries post already? The past 6 months just flew by.

When I really think about pregnancy and babies, it seems very sci-fi. Even at 9 months pregnant, I would waddle around saying, "Can you believe I'm pregnant?!" Because I couldn't, and I still can't, even though Ferris is almost two. I think of how many billions of iterations of baby that Nick and I could've made, if another sperm won the race or whatever. But we have one single, special, lucky Ferris who survived out of all of those possibilities. How many of us see ourselves that way? We are a planet full of individuals who are here despite the odds being 96 billion to 1.**

 After my fresh hormones spun me into an analytical frenzy, I started to see how much each of us should appreciate our good fortune instead of succumbing to that all too human desire to compare.

And yes, this relates to beauty. Because when you see yourself as 1/96,000,000,000, you start to feel pretty good about being alive. In the dreary snow, with a lazy hairdo, with permanent dark circles, with pink lipstick, with my boy.










Ferris and I share the Sakura Bloom Simple Linen Sling in Coral

** Yes, I really estimated this. The average woman is fertile from ages 13-45 (384 months) x average 250 million sperm/encounter = total iterations of sperm/egg combinations possible from your mother!

Monday, February 11, 2013

The Sling Diaries: Tradition


 The rad part about growing up is making your own traditions! Here are some of ours.

SONGS
 I make up songs for Ferris, usually adapted from the classics with new lyrics, but sometimes I make up my own. I sing "Night Night Ferris" to the tune of "I Want Candy." This will be a tradition until he tells me how much they suck. Regardless of my singing skills, naptimes usually require a more robust strategy. I decided to take some pictures when all hope was lost.

DONUTS
Nick always had tons of donuts growing up, so when he goes home to Des Moines, inevitably I find him handing Ferris donut after donut. After I give him a stern reminder about the importance of developing a healthy diet for Ferris, we walk back into the kitchen to find Nick's dad handing Ferris donut after donut. The kid scaled the damn fridge trying to get another donut. Forehead slap!

COFFEE
After I had Ferris, I wanted to get OUT of our tiny apartment... but where? We took walks to a coffee shop in our NYC neighborhood, and somehow it became a ritual. This little New York chain also had locations near his daycare, so we would stop by in the mornings before I dropped him off. I had coffee, and he stared up at the fan. Now I try to make time at least once a week to get coffee with him. We sit and read books together, and it makes the entire day better when we start on our own terms.

TUXEDOS
When Ferris was super wee, I bought a tuxedo on Etsy, and dressed him in it every Tuesday. It was nice to look forward to each week. We've tried to keep up with Tuxedo Tuesday ever since. Ferris has a tradition of crapping and needing an outfit change only when he's wearing his tux. His latest is monogrammed; watch out world!

SELF PORTRAITS 
Since Ferris and I both like the remote, these have become a tradition. With my combination of an untrustworthy memory and a sentimental nature, I've learned to document. I made a stop motion video of his first year, and stitched together my favorite moments, and posted a photo each month, and took videos with the Mac photobooth. And believe it or not, I actually go back and look at it all. I will not be one of those mamas who looks back and doesn't have any proof that she was there too! 




Thursday, January 17, 2013

The Sling Diaries: Expression

Ferris,

You head out into your world with optimism. You say "Oh KAY!!!" and "Let's GO!!!" with such enthusiasm. When I hear your bright tone of voice, I make the surprising realization that maybe you're copying my tone of voice, and maybe I'm an optimist too.


Your index finger wakes me up each morning, when you poke my face and say "NOSE!" You're too matter of fact for 6 a.m. Although I've had this nose for my entire life, motherhood allows me to match your excitement about the wonders of my face. Sometimes your expressions are calling it like you see it. Doggy! Kittay! Sky! Nose! Oatmeal! Sometimes your expressions are more complex and I realize that you are becoming a real person with depth and quirks. You say "all done!" when we play a song that you don't like. If it's not LMFAO or The Lumineers, it's "all done!" You're an excellent dance partner, even though you put your hand down my shirt and smirk. You know what you're doing.




I write down a memory every day in this book. Ferris has a cute mullet. Ferris put plastic spoons in the tripod for an hour and a half. Why is it that humans have to endure painful moments, while these lovely ones evaporate into the past?


I would raise 18 babies, if I knew each one would be a Ferris.

Ferris, your papa and I love you with all the cliches that have ever been spoken. I express it by taking a million pictures, because each version of you is worth keeping forever. I express it by putting the camera down, because you love an unadulterated view of my face just as much as I love yours. 
Love always, 
Mama


Friday, December 14, 2012

The Sling Diaries: Discovery


This week we find ourselves in Arizona for a family wedding. We've spent the past few days taking in the beautiful views, hiking in Sedona, star gazing, and spending time with family in Phoenix

 

 In Ferris’s short 18 month life, he has now visited 20 states (+DC!) 
Ferris’s states: Arizona, Connecticut, Delaware, Florida, Georgia, Iowa, Maine, Maryland, Massachusetts, Minnesota, New Hampshire, New Jersey, New York, North Carolina, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island, South Carolina, South Dakota, Virginia, West Virginia
 
We are on a mission to visit all 50 states – a goal partly driven by sentiment and partly driven by our love of gimmicks. We began this endeavor in 2010, when we celebrated our fifth anniversary in Vermont. Nick’s grandpa Ted was very ill, and he had visited 49 states – every one but Vermont. He got our postcard, which served as his honorary visit, one week before he passed away. 

There is the classic Proust quote often etched onto coffee mugs and refrigerator magnets: “The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.” 

Who am I to argue with Proust? A mere traveler. 

I don’t believe you can develop new eyes without seeking new landscapes.  I believe each time you leave your bubble of culture, you gain context that you couldn’t gain any other way.  I believe you can’t discover yourself without discovering others.







 
At this phase of his life, Ferris’s radar is tuned to doggies, trees, cars, latte foam, The Lumineers. Surely Ferris won’t remember hiking around Bell Rock in Sedona, visiting a plantation in Charleston, or exploring an art festival in Maine. But my sincere hope is that these experiences will paint portraits of a wide world and plant seeds of possibility for his future. I want his heart to be guided by the elusive openness to discovery. Even if in the end, he winds up where he started.


Ferris and I share Sakura Bloom's Essential Silk Sling in Licorice/Amalfi
Can you believe we're halfway through The Sling Diaries?

Friday, November 16, 2012

The Sling Diaries: Connection




Tonight I’m flying back to New York for the first time since we moved here. Although I’ll visit some of my favorite places, it won’t be the same, because it’s no longer home. I long to bring Ferris with me, to see if he flickers with recognition when the subway rumbles or when he sees his baby handprints on the wall of his old daycare. But for this short birthday trip, I long to sleep past 5 am even more.

Priorities aren’t as simple anymore.

 
Just about every neighborhood in the city has been marked with memories of his babyhood; how sad I will be when I see these places without him. We’d planned to stay in New York until private school tuition forced our hand, but to my surprise, I wanted Ferris to have roots and have a connection with our friends and families. The importance of making these lifetime connections outweighed all that we left behind.

 
But nobody said letting go would be easy. I especially miss our commute together on the subway and the unexpected interactions Ferris inspired in New Yorkers. I loved bringing him along on my daily routines, as they slowly became our daily routines. Every mundane errand became a fun adventure when I had Ferris with me. These days we ride in the car as a family and listen to music on our way to work. But, oh, the damned car seat. It's only inches away, but it feels like miles to me. 



When I take any excuse to bring the sling, he snuggles, giggles, bites (molars!), puts his hand down my shirt, asks for crackers, or "down down" complete with finger gestures. Our New York Ferris wasn't so spunky. As he develops, so do our connections to this place. To space, to impromptu family gatherings, to the entourage that joined us for his first haircut, to the people who will share these fond times with us.



Ferris and I share the Sakura Bloom Essential Linen Sling in Driftwood/Mint


Wednesday, October 24, 2012

The Sling Diaries: Delight

Delight was my biggest surprise. 

 

 


When you’re pregnant, warnings abound. So I listened to the voices of experience who told me, "When the baby is born, it will be horrible. The babies think that days are nights and nights are days, and there aren’t any tricks that will fix it. You just have to wait out that first month.”

But horrible never happened. It was more like an uber emotional, better funded version of college. That first month, our little family had 11PM Conan dates, Dunkin Donuts for breakfast, afternoon naps, and glasses of champagne while we watched Adventures in Babysitting at God knows what time. Nobody told me how freeing it would be to let go of day and night. Clocks and calendars cause so much stress! The world stopped for us in those early days and I had never been so happy.

And then Ferris fell in love with the world. Trees, so interesting! Bearded men on the subway, so funny! Newman’s puffy tail, so soft! Frozen yogurt, so yummy! Being chased, so scary! I never knew how much I'd truly enjoy holding, wearing, feeding, comforting, learning, observing him. Motherhood felt nothing like the self-sacrifice I'd anticipated.

For a boy who was just a baby, fall is a primal and sensory season. Each day is a test of his lungs and limbs. At the pumpkin patch, he ran to see the horses and cats (of course), knocked over a sign, took a pumpkin from a little girl and then handed it back with great fanfare.

When he needs a break from his newfound independence, he cuddles me in the sling. We walk and dance together. Warm and safe, our bodies reminisce.







Ferris and I share Sakura Bloom's Essential Silk Sling in Licorice/Amalfi.

Monday, October 8, 2012

Changing Seasons



I'm excited to announce that Ferris and I are participating in a fun new blog project! 

The Sling Diaries is a collaboration between Sakura Bloom slings and 15 mamas, each with a unique voice and a common love of babywearing. For each of the next six months, we'll all be posting on a theme that celebrates babywearing. I'm so honored to be a part of this community, and thrilled for the chance to tell our story. Not to mention it's a great motivator to actually be in the photos with Ferris!

You can follow along and meet all of the other lovely families at Marvelous Kiddo. She is giving away the 15th and final spot, so if you're interested leave a comment on her blog and a lucky winner will be chosen on Wednesday!

I can't wait to post my first diary later this month! In the meantime, you can follow the Sling Diaries on Pinterest, Facebook, Tumblr; and of course, keep an eye on Marvelous Kiddo for updates and giveaways throughout the series!