tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49812877284606171822024-03-13T10:28:26.673-07:00Adventures in Life & MotherhoodRebecca Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06073206480406233673noreply@blogger.comBlogger283125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981287728460617182.post-85083988562241857972012-11-27T11:41:00.001-08:002012-11-27T11:41:41.690-08:00this mama writesMy new website & blog is finally here!
Please join me at www.thismamawrites.com
This blog will no longer be updated, so come on over to the new site.
And thanks for reading!
-RebeccaRebecca Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06073206480406233673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981287728460617182.post-62510804094746119982012-10-07T20:02:00.000-07:002012-10-07T20:03:15.211-07:00lately
Birch Bay, Washington, August 2012
I really wanted to have my new blog up and rolling by October.
But then life happened.
My husband went on a week-long business trip.
Then another week-long business trip.
I said "yes" to another grantwriting client.
I probably should have said "no."
The Jewish New Year came.
And went.
I thought a lot about my grandfather.
In my Rebecca Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06073206480406233673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981287728460617182.post-11872156493102635172012-09-13T08:00:00.000-07:002012-09-13T08:00:07.874-07:00sneak peek
A new home for this blog... coming soon.
I'm so excited!
Rebecca Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06073206480406233673noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981287728460617182.post-41643737945030120492012-09-12T14:09:00.000-07:002012-09-12T14:09:22.596-07:00living with an almost-2-year-old
Emry, August 2012
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My baby, Emry at 3 days old, October 2010
I love birth stories, birth junkie that I am, but it's not often that one makes me laugh.
You should read this (by one of my sister's friends). Even if you're not a birth junkie, it's great.
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"Color camp" - he's the counselor, the tiles are the campers, Birch Bay, WA, August 2012
We were getting ready for the third day of kindergarten. I was in the kitchen, working on my morning checklist.
Lunch - packed.
Backpack - ready.
Bike helmets - in bike trailer.
My breakfast - in process...
Elan was munching on a bowl of Os while jumping on the couch when suddenly he Rebecca Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06073206480406233673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981287728460617182.post-35422932037207338962012-08-30T17:11:00.001-07:002012-08-30T17:11:32.903-07:00gettin' nothin' dun
Berkeley, August 2012
I am not sure that I have ever had such an unproductive day.
At least, not on a day when I'm supposed to be productive.
Worry, worry, fret
Scheme, talk, scheme
Vent, rant, process, chat
Crave a nap, crave a nap, crave a nap
Second day of kindergarten.
Schedule chaos.
Mental exhaustion.
Am I heading right, or going left?
Where am I supposed to be right now?
What am I Rebecca Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06073206480406233673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981287728460617182.post-91330989111485224082012-08-28T23:23:00.000-07:002012-08-28T23:23:08.756-07:00on cycles
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Rebecca Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06073206480406233673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981287728460617182.post-6735444981558786512012-08-23T16:36:00.000-07:002012-08-23T16:36:41.102-07:00that thing i thought i hated
View on this morning's run, Birch Bay, Washington, August 2012
My father is a runner. My mother is a runner. My sister is a runner. My grandfather was a long-distance runner. Running is in my blood.
But, up until about six weeks ago, I thought I hated running. My dad used to run track, and he wanted me to run in high school. "Do something with a finish line, something that's Rebecca Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06073206480406233673noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981287728460617182.post-66484905033117385222012-08-21T14:33:00.000-07:002012-08-21T14:33:34.698-07:00we miss you already
Matty Brams
July 1919 - August 2012
My grandfather looking at me, New Jersey, June 2012
The deep well carved by
grief
is the space through which brilliant light eventually shines.
-Jessica Rios
Rebecca Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06073206480406233673noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981287728460617182.post-19611807823329652142012-07-23T13:48:00.000-07:002012-07-23T13:48:27.194-07:00sneaky, sneaky
Hide and seek, Emry & Elan, July 2012
Park, pool, pizza -- a trifecta for happy (& then sleepy) boys.
Throw in a little hide & seek in the plaza of a beautiful shopping center and two gigantic pink-frosted heart cookies...what more could a little boy want? Rebecca Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06073206480406233673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981287728460617182.post-52682533360648442152012-07-19T16:58:00.000-07:002012-07-19T16:58:26.831-07:00decoding that feeling in my stomach
This one hitched a ride, Turtle Back Zoo, New Jersey, June 2012
That feeling - the butterflies flitting around in my stomach - is not indigestion. It is not actually butterflies. It is anxiety.
As mother of a 5-year-old who's prone to screaming fits in the privacy of our home, I spend a lot of time encouraging him to use his words to describe his emotional state. So perhaps having decoded Rebecca Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06073206480406233673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981287728460617182.post-2724816681354305522012-07-08T13:29:00.000-07:002012-07-08T13:29:29.050-07:00a nice, relaxing weekend
Emry, before the hives
The title of this post is ironic.
Over the past week, I feel as if I am being engulfed in fuss. Elan tends toward fuss naturally. Although his pre-K teacher and others who see him in a school context have a hard time believing it, the kid melts down faster than a popsicle left on a blacktop parking lot. In Palm Springs. In the summer. When it's 112 degrees.
Emry is Rebecca Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06073206480406233673noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981287728460617182.post-60069058018276724812012-07-06T21:37:00.002-07:002012-07-06T21:37:18.401-07:00more costa rica
We stayed firmly on the beaten track in Costa Rica. We went to typical tourist sites. This was intentional. Mikhail and I - and Mike and Maud, the friends we were traveling with - have done a lot of traveling off the beaten track. At times way off. But for this, our first international travel with kids, we decided that typical tourist amenities were right up our alley.
In Monteverde, Rebecca Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06073206480406233673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981287728460617182.post-88589787609005741522012-07-03T20:40:00.001-07:002012-07-03T20:40:29.164-07:00costa rica
We went to Costa Rica.
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I think Tabacon Hot Springs is my new version of Eden.
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Hot rivers and massage-style waterfalls.
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Black-bottomed pools of varying sizes and temperatures set into the jungle.
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At the base of a volcano.
There was a water slide, which meant that Elan was in heaven.
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He was in a stunningly good mood for the first Rebecca Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06073206480406233673noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981287728460617182.post-86537279355275404822012-06-21T08:02:00.000-07:002012-06-21T08:02:08.265-07:00hanging with fireflies
Okay, so these aren't fireflies.
Have you ever tried to take pictures of fireflies?
Butterflies, Turtle Back Zoo, New Jersey
We went to Costa Rica.
We came home.
Mikhail went on a business trip.
We went on an overnight camping trip with Elan's preschool camping trip.
A giant owl buzzed my windshield.
Mikhail went on another business trip.
My mother-in-law Rebecca Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06073206480406233673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981287728460617182.post-45142741736263828192012-06-13T23:24:00.000-07:002012-06-13T23:24:28.163-07:00beginner's mind
Shadow, Japanese maple, June 2012
Oh, hello.
I've missed you.
More on that later.
I've posted before about YogaToday, but I wanted to direct you to this week's free class (if you missed the free week for this class, you can buy any YogaToday class for a few dollars - you download it and it's yours to do whenever and however many times you want).
If you're a yoga novice, haven't Rebecca Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06073206480406233673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981287728460617182.post-4580810541432957882012-05-17T13:24:00.000-07:002012-05-17T13:24:21.062-07:00remembering Popa Al
Popa Al in June 2008, at my sister's wedding
It was one year ago today that my Popa Al passed away. I just scrolled through the post I wrote about him that day. It was good to look at the pictures and think about him.
I am glad to be able to say that I remember him often, not just on anniversaries. Part of this is because Emry reminds me so much of my grandfather - his blue eyes, the way hisRebecca Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06073206480406233673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981287728460617182.post-82551860473038149112012-05-10T12:41:00.000-07:002012-05-10T12:41:33.199-07:00recipe for the day
Lemon mint water, September 2011
Take one lemon, given to you by someone who grew it in their yard, and one bunch of mint, given to you by someone who grew it in their yard. Combine.
Take the medicine before the headache comes fully on.
Complete something, anything, but preferably something small that's been bugging you, like a mosquito whining in and out of your ear. Then recognize its Rebecca Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06073206480406233673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981287728460617182.post-43502124685471458062012-05-03T05:35:00.001-07:002012-05-03T05:35:55.920-07:00in the still of the night
My grandmother's china, 4 a.m.
It's 4:48 a.m. and I'm baking banana muffins.
Some weeks just go like this. We start off all shiny and new, thinking of the things large and small we're going to accomplish. On Sunday night, we either have visions of success or trepidation. Does it matter which we expect, when the end result just seems to come to fruition on its own, a product of moon phaseRebecca Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06073206480406233673noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981287728460617182.post-29259620397518304582012-04-27T12:28:00.000-07:002012-04-27T12:28:23.535-07:00i want to write about
Another crazy morning with 2, April 2012
I want to write about having a full plate. How my current slate of two part-time paid grantwriting jobs, one part-time volunteer job at Elan's preschool, full-time mama/wife/runner of the household, and still trying to do that other writing, that creative work that feeds my soul, is too much for me. How my 2 days of full childcare, while I still feel Rebecca Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06073206480406233673noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981287728460617182.post-18396621116977512632012-04-24T20:33:00.000-07:002012-04-24T20:33:32.558-07:0018 months, whales & earth day
Not 18 months yet, not at the beach, Emry, February 2012
I'm writing this on the other side of a migraine. Well, halfway to the other side, at least. Now that Emry's not nursing anymore, I should probably look into migraine medication. Of course, some people say, "if it were a real migraine, you'd be prone in a quiet, dark room." And I say, "how I would love to be prone in a quiet, dark room!Rebecca Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06073206480406233673noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981287728460617182.post-23906013651867318352012-04-18T11:57:00.003-07:002012-04-18T12:14:54.405-07:00after the rainOutside my house, April 2012Hello, April!How did it get to be mid-April already?Hello, blog!I've missed you. I have no good excuses for my absence. Just the normal stuff.Trying to fit too many things into too few hours.A spring trip to San Diego to visit my family (Hello, beach, you are good for my soul!)Starting the process of redesigning and relaunching my blog - thrilling & scary!Keeping Rebecca Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06073206480406233673noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981287728460617182.post-57938853500763050192012-03-27T13:34:00.003-07:002012-03-27T15:14:51.660-07:00a book a monthJournal, March 2012I don't make a lot of New Year's Resolutions. I like to look back, set intentions for the future, create possibilities. But I don't "resolve" to do many things for an entire year. This year, however, I resolved to read more. Specifically, these awesome things called books. Even more specifically, these even more awesome things called novels.They say You are what you eat. For Rebecca Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06073206480406233673noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981287728460617182.post-90642180164043095192012-03-22T13:57:00.002-07:002012-03-22T14:14:19.757-07:00what she really wantsMural, Cartagena, Colombia, April 2005What she really wants is a giant bed, white and high off the ground, layered in mosquito netting like the dream of a wedding veil, the covers tiered like a frothy white cake. A ceiling fan to stir the air. Windows open to sound of jungle, or waves. She chooses both. It's her fantasy.What she really wants is a tray with fresh-squeezed juice and perfect Rebecca Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06073206480406233673noreply@blogger.com0