Why the Tree of Life?


The Business of Being Born

I was able to see a screening of The Business of Being Born last week at TSU followed by a panel discussion with midwives, doulas, and Robbie Davis-Floyd, who was in the movie. I found it inspiring, and it really reaffirmed why we are choosing a homebirth. It's going to be available through Netflix starting next month.


Name Choices

For P3: A Sophie or A Kjerstine?

Sophie is a common name on my Dad's side.

Kjerstine was my Norwegian great-great grandmother. She had eight children, but died in childbirth after her youngest. We have a couple of pictures of her, and she was really beautiful. She really resembles one of my sisters. Her oldest daughter Thena took over running the household, and by all accounts, she did such a good job that all the siblings were close and loving their entire lives. Thena also became a midwife and did much to help her community. I can't help but imagine from one daughter turning out so well that Kjerstine must have been a pretty good person herself.

From what I can tell, we would pronounce it KyerSTINE. Think 'Christine', but put a soft 'ya' sound in there.

First Books

This morning, K, out of the blue, climbed up the shelves in our living room to reach the box of Bob Books that I bought long ago. Once I had figured out that the issue of early reading was more about me than him and that I really liked the Enki approach to reading, I had just put them up on an out of the way shelf and haven't thought much about them since.

Well, K sat down and read the first three books in the series. I helped him sound things out, but he was really doing it. After each book, I would say, "should we put the box up?" Nope. He wanted the next one. We started in on the fourth one, but K decided he wanted to wait until after nap to work on it. And, quote, "I can read until Dad comes home. That's a long time." We even called Daddy to tell him about it.

Despite the fact that I know the difference between decoding and actually reading, and I'm not really ready for him to be reading (I like not having to explain the tabloids in the supermarket to a five year old), I couldn't help but get excited. I'm concerned about two possibilities here: a) I get too excited and pushy, and we continue on with it beyond where he is actually ready to go because he is trying to please me and b) I get too excited and pushy and he loses interest completely because he's not really ready.

So, I'm going to be nonchalant; supportive, but nonchalant (and hopefully, grandparents are going to be nonchalant). I'm only going to give him what he asks for on his own. That's the plan. We're going to officially start reading when we do 1st grade work, so everything else until then is gravy.

But it was exciting.


Things Learned at Home

The boys and I met a friend and her two children at Chick Fil-A on Friday for lunch, and we had a great time visiting out in the dining area while they played in the playscape. As we were driving home, D said, "I told the girls in the playscape, 'Back, Beasts!'" He was very proud of himself.


Our medium-sized dog, Geena, is very bouncy and greets E enthusiastically when he gets home. (She couldn't care less about the rest of us). E, months ago, had taken to saying, "Back, Beast," when she wouldn't stop jumping up on him and let him in the front door. The boys are also bouncy and greet Daddy very enthusiastically, and they thought it was the funniest thing in the world when he recently started saying, "Back, Beasts!" to them, too. Somehow, the phrase just entered our family lingo, and apparently, D thinks it is appropriate to say it to other children who are getting too close.

Hopefully, it was out of earshot of those girls' mother. How do you explain 'inside joke' to a two year old?