Love the one you're with...

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https://lbbreadandroses.wordpress.com/2015/07/29/love-the-one-youre-with/

Posting a Post

It's not that I haven't been wanting to post, but I haven't been able to commit to a post.

On the list:

#blacklivesmatter, #sayhername

How to be a useful person in this world where we find ourselves.  I've been thinking about starting a social justice book club, open to all but targeted at white folks with plenty of formal education and a liberal bent who want to learn more about the history of race in the US and the path forward.

Vocal fry.  I've definitely got it, I'm not sure how bad.  That must be what people mean when they say "you sound like you should be on NPR." Indeed.

LB. A love, a terror, a love.  Today we went to the farmer's market, saw about a million people we knew, and came home and washed a stuffed duck.

LB. Leaving for Oregon for a week+.  I am not a fan.

Dating.  I've got some stories, and I totally want to share the funny ones (#dealbreakers), but then I also want to protect the privacy of those who aren't just a punchline.

Play Pretend

LB has long been into imaginary play, but since we moved to two homes, she has amped up several games.

When we first moved, she would repetitively play a game where she was Elsa hiding in her ice palace.  I was Anna and had to go find her and knock on the door and say: "Elsa, come out of the castle, we need you in Arandale.  We miss you Elsa." Elsa would run out of her castle and down the hallway and collapse on the floor.  I would chase after her and hug her on the floor to "unfreeze" her.  The "I miss you, I love you, come home" themes seemed important to LB as she got used to living in two places.

Lately, it's been Mama Cat/Baby Cat.  Baby Cat (played by LB) doesn't have a home and wanders around lost and crying.  Mama Cat finds Baby Cat and says "Baby Cat, are you lost, don't you have a mama?  You can come live with me in my house and I'll be your Mama Cat." The Mama helps Baby build a cozy nest.

4.5

There's nothing like 5 hours in transit with a little person to show you how much she's grown in the past year.  Regional travel from Providence to Southern Maine with a 4.5 year old was great.  We left on a rainy Sunday and LB managed the walk, city bus, walk, regional bus, regional bus, taxi, ferry, taxi like a champ and even walked on wet ground without complaining.  I wish that we could get all the way to Maine without transferring, but I have only good things to say about Concord Trailways if you are traveling down the Maine Coast.  When they have more people, they put on more buses.  Genius.  On the way home we took the commuter rail from Boston the Providence, which was actually much harder than taking the bus.  I didn't realize what a pain it would be to hustle LB and all our stuff out to the platform and then navigate the stairs on the train.  And I told LB to step across the gap onto the train by herself and then had a moment of terror that she would fall.  But we made it.

My parents kept LB busy and happy in Maine, and she finally seemed to really enjoy the beach.  She also made friends will a little girl staying next door and they were very cute together. We have one bug bite related swollen foot that we are watching, and we took one visit to the island clinic. I got to go into town and see friends and eat noodles, have a drink at fizz, and go to Standard Baking Company and Two Fat Cats.  And my friends also trekked out to the island.  And I walked/ran around the island every day.  I actually feel refreshed.

Our last night in Maine, LB got philosophical and hit me with: "But, will I die someday?" "Will you always be my mama" and "What if a person ate another person." What to say?  I love that little/ big girl.

Maine

Posted from my phone on the library wifi.

Summer in Maine!

Running by the ocean.

Rocky beach.

Grandmom's kitchen.

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