tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241467260995263212024-03-05T20:27:33.265-07:00Farren Square and FamilyIt's hip to be part of Family SquareFarrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337745395320753878noreply@blogger.comBlogger133125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524146726099526321.post-50196905226920756462016-01-11T19:41:00.001-07:002016-01-11T19:42:20.529-07:00Two Years Ago TodayTwo years ago today, this little one was 31 days old. Two years ago, this little one wouldn't nurse all day. Two years ago, Leslie's dog ran away from my back yard. Two years ago, Dimitri went out looking for her dog and when he came home I looked at her sleeping right beside me and said, "something isn't right." Two years ago, she let out an ungodly yelp, eyes wide and Farrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337745395320753878noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524146726099526321.post-65400125818292403242015-09-09T10:27:00.001-06:002015-09-09T10:27:25.886-06:00Handmade Daily Visual ScheduleMy 4.5 year old isn't going into school this year. He could qualify for kindergarten - some of his peers started today - but we're just not there. To be honest, I haven't completely decided if I am going to homeschool. If I did, I wouldn't receive much, if any, funding for this year anyway. Regardless, it was becoming apparent that we needed more order in our day. I created a weekly rhythm Farrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337745395320753878noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524146726099526321.post-80536305355279141592014-12-23T21:28:00.001-07:002014-12-23T21:28:53.124-07:00Gluten free, dairy free, nut free Sugar Cookies!Sugar cookies are pretty much the best baked treat around any holiday, and I found myself wanting to use some of my vintage cookie cutters to share the tradition of rolling out cookies, baking, and decorating with my 4yo. We recently discovered that my youngest has a severe treenut allergy so all my Paleo baking recipes pretty much went right out the window! My 4 year old son was adamant that we Farrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337745395320753878noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524146726099526321.post-21452630105816509722014-07-10T21:43:00.001-06:002014-07-10T21:53:28.989-06:00Everybody needs help sometimes.
Yesterday we were driving home and we passed by an elderly couple walking slowly in the heat. The woman was pulling a cart full of groceries and they were both carrying bags. Just as we were beside them I saw the man stumble towards the nearest tree, leaning on it, then collapse.
I'm ashamed to say I drove 4 blocks away battling myself; I should help them, but I only have room for one Farrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337745395320753878noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524146726099526321.post-77430677204578221972013-03-14T13:57:00.001-06:002013-03-14T14:06:40.586-06:00A Poem Inspired by Dance and Hoop Path
Farren Square 2009 Photo by Ester Malzahn
This poem came coursing through me at the end of the first day of hoop dance workshops with JL Baxter of Hoop Path, and I shared it with all 46 other dancers at the end of the third and final day. My hoop is my temple, and dancing is my prayer. It felt powerful to be in a room with 46 artists and dancers, dancing for the love of movement and the Farrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337745395320753878noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524146726099526321.post-40286277865512103112013-03-04T21:11:00.000-07:002013-03-04T21:13:31.916-07:00 Allowed Hibernating
Aren't I northern mammal,
of northern mammals who came from
northern mammals before them?
Aren't I borne
of centuries of darkness,
a diet of
salty fish and snow and snow
and wind and rains?
And like northern mammals,
I make a warm cave.
I build a warm nest, tangled so
imperfectly and too tight and too loose
but warm and bright and welcoming.
Maybe
I am a snowshoe hare, my eyes vigilant
but Farrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337745395320753878noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524146726099526321.post-56193332145298737372012-11-18T11:36:00.000-07:002012-11-18T12:35:30.068-07:00I haven't been breathing.
And all at once I heard a sound that took my breath away, deep in relief and frenzy.
I haven't really been breathing since.
Ha!
I laughed, airlessly, as this tiny being cried into my ribs, coated and
uncomfortable, his sounds echoing into the vacuum of my breathless
torso.
Is it okay? I asked the woman peering over me. I don't
know, she said, then quickly Yes. Yes. Of course it's okay. Farrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337745395320753878noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524146726099526321.post-12267391884855369462012-08-17T06:30:00.000-06:002012-08-17T06:30:02.491-06:00#37. This Moment: Best Moments in Life are These
Best Moments
{this moment}
A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a
moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary
moment. A moment I want to pause, savour, and remember.
If you're inspired to do the same
leave your link in the comments
then go to Soule Mama and do the same.Farrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337745395320753878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524146726099526321.post-34983383525001934462012-08-10T06:04:00.000-06:002012-08-10T06:04:00.213-06:00#36. This Moment: Baby Scientist Has Work to do.
Baby Scientist Has Work To Do
{this moment}
A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a
moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary
moment. A moment I want to pause, savour, and remember.
If you're inspired to do the same
leave your link in the comments
then go to Soule Mama and do the same.Farrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337745395320753878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524146726099526321.post-4740385949661040862012-06-15T20:44:00.000-06:002012-06-15T20:49:43.313-06:00#35. This Moment: Rain Explorer
Rain Explorer - Taken by Mandude
{this moment}
A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a
moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary
moment. A moment I want to pause, savour, and remember.
If you're inspired to do the same
leave your link in the comments
then go to Soule Mama and do the same.Farrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337745395320753878noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524146726099526321.post-15873330368485632612012-05-27T22:42:00.000-06:002012-05-27T22:42:57.845-06:00Very Big Thing - The Cheese Edition.a Very Big Thing is happening. I haven't tweeted about it because
there has been too much to say. I haven't blogged about it because the
vastness of my feelings about this subject were surely going to be
misconstrued.
We had Squeaky D allergy tested. I was terrified, for many reasons. It was all very complicated.
But
when the RAST test happened without a single tear shed, without a
single Farrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337745395320753878noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524146726099526321.post-8212955910614749442012-04-20T12:35:00.000-06:002012-04-21T12:36:05.764-06:00#34: Cat in Box, Toddler with Blocks.
Chairman Meow isn't always this patient.
{this moment}
A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a
moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary
moment. A moment I want to pause, savour, and remember.
If you're inspired to do the same
leave your link in the comments
then go to Soule Mama and do the same.Farrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337745395320753878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524146726099526321.post-50718301872029280172012-04-09T22:08:00.000-06:002012-04-09T22:08:39.514-06:00The quick step of a toddler.There was a time in your childhood that your father played music in a band. He sits with you, in the bathroom while you play in the tub, and plays guitar softly. Or sometimes he plugs his bass guitar into his amp and grooves a bath-time beat for you.
Every now and then I can hear him, stopping to help you keep water in the tub, congratulating you on your latest watery concoction, a bucket full Farrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337745395320753878noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524146726099526321.post-84759115663758613732012-03-23T19:11:00.000-06:002012-03-23T19:11:17.818-06:00#33. This Moment: Multitasking.
Breastfeeding and Cat Cuddling
{this moment}
A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a
moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary
moment. A moment I want to pause, savour, and remember.
If you're inspired to do the same
leave your link in the comments
then go to Soule Mama and do the same.Farrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337745395320753878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524146726099526321.post-27860418856125833642012-03-17T06:00:00.000-06:002012-03-17T06:00:00.405-06:00Vegan Whipped Coconut Cream on StrawberriesAre you ready for the easiest vegan desert in the history of amazingly easy vegan deserts?!
Vegan Gluten Free and Unbelievable.
Yes. Yes you are.
This whipped topping is made from coconut milk and is completely dairy free, egg free, soy free. Vegan. So light and delicious. And only four simple ingredients. I have attempted this recipe a few times on a few different occasions and each time it Farrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337745395320753878noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524146726099526321.post-4936982267497073952012-03-16T16:01:00.001-06:002012-03-16T16:01:01.714-06:00#33. This Moment: Away he goes...
Away he goes...
{this moment}
A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a
moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary
moment. A moment I want to pause, savour, and remember.
If you're inspired to do the same
leave your link in the comments
then go to Soule Mama and do the same.Farrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337745395320753878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524146726099526321.post-85960315960443454912012-03-11T22:38:00.005-06:002012-03-11T22:39:00.215-06:00Squeaky D's Rainbow Birthday of Awesome!I have been trying to write about Squeaky D's First Birthday for almost four months now. First I nearly lost all of the photos that were taken that day. Very very few photos were taken, but to lose them all in a technical glitch? I don't want to think about it. But I did recover some photos, thankfully, and I've decided to let them mostly speak for themselves. Yes? Yes.
I made the Royal Farrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337745395320753878noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524146726099526321.post-67418933140183923562012-03-09T17:05:00.000-07:002012-03-09T17:18:35.072-07:00All I need to keep breastfeeding my toddler.When Desmond was five months old I managed to slip away one afternoon with out him. I was a new size again, and I wanted to go shopping. I called my best shopping friend and she took me to the mall, the biggest mall, the one that makes me the most lost ever. It was a cold day, but it felt like spring, and we ran through the parking lot with no jackets on.
The reason why I remember this so Farrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337745395320753878noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524146726099526321.post-70648479803369441222012-03-09T12:24:00.001-07:002012-03-09T12:29:28.109-07:00#32. This Moment: Sunny Days.
{this moment}
A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a
moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary
moment. A moment I want to pause, savour, and remember.
If you're inspired to do the same
leave your link in the comments
then go to Soule Mama and do the same.Farrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337745395320753878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524146726099526321.post-13652271030860251852012-03-06T13:56:00.000-07:002012-03-06T14:07:24.814-07:00Ten and a half things.In the interest of posting more lately, and because I feed off the tidbits of information my internet-pals put out there, I will happily play the role of the tagged in this meme, as dictated unto me by Sarah of A Random Sampling. She rocks, and so did her 10.5 things, so I couldn't let her down. Here are mine:
#1 - A picture of me. I chose this picture because lately I feel like such a wuss. I Farrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337745395320753878noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524146726099526321.post-9011604415053436702012-02-15T13:38:00.000-07:002012-02-15T13:57:45.840-07:00Monotony and the self.Just write something, she said. I believe in you, Mama.
But what is there to write when day in and day out is monotony? Granted, the most meaningful monotony of my entire existence, but monotony just the same.
This is my first post in 2012, since November to be clear, and it is, so far, worthless. How do you write about each day when each day looks exactly the same as the last? How do you Farrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337745395320753878noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524146726099526321.post-88516152789639204752011-11-04T05:30:00.000-06:002011-11-04T05:30:02.408-06:00Has it been a year?I wear my age proudly, like a child.
Each year that passes, I look back at what I've come through. I thumb through old journal entries and letters. I think to myself, I have survived this. I made it through the difficult days and the wonderful ones, too. Each year just seems to get easier.
So, why not? Be proud of how I get older, I mean. It's fantastic, isn't it? Like a puzzle I am building - Farrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337745395320753878noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524146726099526321.post-83092582374835873942011-11-03T10:39:00.000-06:002011-11-03T10:39:09.559-06:00#31. This Moment: Hummus Face
This week I am going to shuck the rules on my "This Moment" post!
Firstly, it is a day early. I know. But I have a blog post scheduled for tomorrow and it is weirdly important for me to be a stand-alone post. And second, there are words on this This Moment post. WORDS! ILLEGAL WORDS! But all is forgiven once you look at the hilarious face Squeaky D is making in this picture, nomming on Farrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337745395320753878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524146726099526321.post-80880567164766254752011-10-31T22:29:00.001-06:002011-10-31T22:29:52.278-06:00Happy Halloween from the Angriest SquidWe decided not to go trick or treating this year because most of the candy would not be edible, for us.
So I didn't put any time or effort or money into a costume of any sort for Squeaky D. At the last moment I had pangs of regret at not taking the opportunity to dress him up for his first Hallowe'en. I quickly filled long dark socks with fabric, pinned them to a soft elastic to go around Farrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337745395320753878noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524146726099526321.post-71298766151940503362011-10-29T05:00:00.000-06:002011-10-29T05:00:05.053-06:00The Secret to great Sweet Potato Fries {rookie Recipe}Remember weeks ago when I tweeted that I had discovered the secret to amazing and crispy home made sweet potato fries?
Yes. Just yes.
Well. First, sorry that it has taken me so long to make the big reveal. And second, I lied. There isn't one secret, there are two. And one came about because of the other. A tangled web of delicious secret fries!
After chopping my humongous sweet potato Farrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337745395320753878noreply@blogger.com3