Nesting

There is nothing as sexy as a man in a sarong, right?
Well Anjali loves to pretend that the sarong is a nest. She loves to sit on it and hide, and chases her father around asking to play nest. I found this old photo showing that she always enjoyed it (here with her uncle, 'CD mama')

Chores

A cleaning her shoes

After having read this article (p.24) in our fabulous FREE Portland Metro Parent magazine, I decided its time to give Anjali some responsibilities. We started off with setting the table, clearing the table after dinner, making the bed and miscellaneous clean up (when Ammi remembers!).
So far its going well. She knows what is expected of her, though she needs some reminding sometimes. At other times she sighs saying "why do I have to do everything".

It really bothers me that "entitle-mania" is rampant in this kid-culture. And its not quite their fault or even a parents because its the passive option. There are a zillion choices of food (mostly with empty calories), toys, gadgets, entertainment, you name it. Its tough as a parent to walk the talk.
The other night after dinner Anjali asked for dessert. Having had dessert two nights in a row during the weekend (with friends) she assumed she was entitled to some on a Monday night. I said no we dont have dessert every night; its an occasional treat. To drive it in further I reminded her that half the kids in the world probably went to bed hungry, let alone with dessert. She got the point.

Sourcing Food Locally

I'd blogged before about how Anjali is a rice and curry girl. She especially loves her 'mas curry', so we finally paid a visit to the farm where we get our meat from. It was a truly amazing experience for our family. First, I never realized how much work it is to farm (Deck is a family farm and the entire family works EVERYDAY rain or shine, kids included). Second, our food comes to us at a great cost to the environment, and the industry is corrupt with farm subsidies and big industry. Third, animals are cute! Its hard not to have a relationship with your food when you really know where its coming from (at the end of our visit I was in love with a dairy cow named Seamus).
Christine the owner is fabulously smart and a great advocate for 'food as it should be'. And she has a no-nonsense attitude that I loved. After watching the sow breast feed the piglets and goats jumping over the barn fence, petting the horse, herding the cows to the milking pen, Anjali was put to task cleaning Duck eggs. At $0.75 an egg I was incredibly nervous about her handling them (after all she is an urban gal!). But she loved it, and most importantly brought home the message that putting food on the table is no easy task, and that everyone even kids have chores they can do. The duck eggs were yummy!

Solitude

This note greeted me when I arrived back home last week. Since I rarely travel for work it brought tears to my eyes that I had not seen my daughter in two days. It’s hard to remove myself from the role as Ammi who makes sure her clothes are laid out the night before; breakfast is ready, teeth brushed, etc, etc. When you are traveling alone (through airports especially) you find yourself with more time to ponder what its like to be an individual. I have been engrossed in reading this book by Adele Barker: Not Quite Paradise: An American Sojourn in Sri Lanka which led me to think about the importance of simplifying life (she has a whole chapter on how she learned to live with ants). This wiki how was a catalyst to my thoughts. I like #3 Do less each day, and #9 Create solitude. #4 is my favorite, Leave space between tasks and appointments. As a mother you don’t get much solitude, but the opportunity to live in the moment, for every hug, smile and the “I love you more than hot lava coming out of a volcano.”

Memories

Anjali (and kids in general) have amazing memories. I think its because our brains are so cluttered and stressed and theirs just aren’t. Her recollection of things I wore two years ago or what we saw scares me sometimes, because I feel like there is some video camera in her brain that records all these details that I don’t!

This morning as I was standing in front of the refrigerator looking at our calendar,

I said: Gosh its almost March already

A: That’s right and the Cats are coming in March

Me: what cats?

A: Cats the musical

Me: huh! That’s right

I had told her about Cats a few months ago and showed her a Youtube of the song Memories.

Immediately she wanted to go see it, and I found out that they are coming to Portland in March, but at $125 a ticket I thought it was too much and forgot about it. But she did not.

Artist in making

Until very recently Anjali was just scribbling for art. But almost overnight her skills have evolved into something more. This seems to be the case with her. She likes to process and ponder things before she actually executes them. A favorite feature of mine are the eyelashes that she draws. Just the other day she drew this 'Mickey Mouse' on the sidewalk, and of course the eyelashes were disproportionately awesome!

Another quilt

I've been bad at keeping up! But hey its been a busy winter and now almost spring! Yesterday it was 60 and sunny here in PDX. Never mind its raining and 50 now. Spring is certainly in the air because my garden is waking up with spring bulbs!

I digress... I wanted to show this quilt I made for our nephew Vihaan. Combination of vintage Micheal Miller transportation pieces. I love Micheal Miller.
My sewing machine has been threaded for weeks... my other projects will debut here soon...