Contest Reminder

Just a reminder to enter THE CONTEST if you haven't already. I've gotten 12 entries so far, and nobody has gotten all ten correct yet (although one of you was so close, it almost hurts not to count it).

You are all much better at the game than my kids were.

I will announce the winner on Monday.

Smoked Gouda and Penne Pasta Salad

I actually didn't really like this very much, but I had already taken a picture of it before I tried it, so I figure I might as well post about it here. Vernon liked it. For me, it was disappointing after hearing the list of ingredients (pasta! gouda! sun-dried tomatoes! what's not to love?).

Anyway, here it is:

1 lb penne pasta
1/3 cup mayonnaise (we make it from scratch, as shown here)
1/2  pound  smoked Gouda, cut into 1/4-inch cubes
1  (7-ounce) jar sun-dried tomatoes, preserved in olive oil, drained and thinly sliced
2 cups arugula


1. Cook pasta. Drain and rinse with cold water.
2. Add next 4 ingredients and cooked pasta. Mix well, and chill 1 hour before serving.

Contest: Taboo

Here is the new contest. You have to watch the video below (I made it awhile ago, but thought it would be fun to present as a contest now), and answer all the clues correctly. There are 10 of them. DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT post your answers in the comment section. I don't want you to give anybody else any clues.

To enter, you will have to e-mail your answers to me at goofymama@hotmail.com. I know, I know... that requires a little more effort on your part. You'll have to open up a new tab for your e-mail, copy my e-mail address, paste it in there, etc. But trust me, it will be well worth the effort because I will give EVERYBODY, that's right, I said EVERYBODY, a prize who gets all 10 answers correct. (If nobody gets all 10, I'll give the prize to the person who gets the next most correct.)

The prize, again, will be a 5x7 photograph (matted to 8x10) from my leftover inventory back from when I used to do art shows. (Also, if you don't want a prize but still want to play, just say so in your e-mail.)

Good luck! Let the contest commence!

New Contest!

On Monday, I'm going to launch a NEW CONTEST! You might remember my last contest, which was a Name The Caption contest. Well, this next contest is going to be just as fun, except even more so! (It will also be a little more challenging, so get ready for that.)

The prize, again, will be a 5x7 photograph (matted to 8x10) from my leftover inventory back when I used to do art shows.

Here is the photograph our last contest winner received:

Baby Turds

We started Peace on food a couple of weeks ago (and, yes, she is just 11 months), and it is amazing how her poop has changed already. I mean, one day she has just five little peas, and that somehow magically changes her poop from a squishy, liquidy-type mess into a solid little turd that she kind of has to work at pushing out. Weird.

Closing the Chapter

I wanted to point out all of the intelligent comments I've gotten on the drinking and amending posts. Seriously, you are all very awesome. Thank you so much for sharing your insights. It really helped a lot. You are all my little internet angels, looking out for me, giving me your perspective, your advice. I appreciate that.

With that, I'm going to close the chapter on this whole drinking conversation. It has pretty much run its course between Vernon and myself. I think what it mostly needs is time. Like, it took me a year to get used to the idea that Vernon drinks, so it will probably take me another year to get used to seeing him do it. I can't imagine that ten years from now this will even be an issue.

So, with that, I will get back to talking about stuff that I usually talk about on this blog. Stuff like:

Magician Sex
Messing With My Mother
Weird Stuff That I Do
My Former Greeting Card Line

And, lastly,

Stuff My Husband Has Put Up My Vagina

Enjoy.

END CHAPTER

The Core Issue

The core issue is that he loves me.

Amends

So, I've spent the past two days acting like a turd by avoiding Vernon, not talking to him, not making eye contact, not responding to his touch. Punishing him for something that he didn't do wrong. I wanted to figure everything out myself because it was my issue. It wasn't about him. Yet it had everything a lot to do with him, all at the same time.

So we talked last night.

(First, I feel the need to remind you all that we really are the most awesome couple in the whole wide world. If you don't believe me, watch this video to remind yourselves. We're awesome.)

That being said, sure we have our issues (like this whole drinking thing), but we're also really good at talking things out (even if it takes us until 5:00 in the morning and takes me two days to do so). We've talked about this "drinking" issue many, many times already, and we actually seemed to come to some sort resolution on the subject... but that was all lost after I saw him drinking for the first time the other night. (BTW: I just want to point out that these are issues relating solely to me and Vernon and how I react to HIM drinking. I don't give a flying frick about if and how other people choose to drink. Which is why drinking isn't even the sole issue here... it's the other issues, those of which I am trying to get to the bottom of.)

I told him that I had a visceral reaction to seeing him drinking... something that made me want to throw up and cry all at the same time.

"It is kind of like when I see Ezra wear that Cars shirt," I said.

"Really? My drinking was the same as seeing Ezra in that shirt?" he said.

"Yes, it was," I said. "I really hate that shirt."

We tried to come up with what some of the core issues were behind my reaction to him drinking (because that is really what it is all about, right?). One of the things was, like I mentioned before, the feelings of being left out, and feeling like I don't know him. We brainstormed ways to stay connected. Ways that included more than just playing Battleship on Friday night Date Nights.

Acknowledging the fact that it was hard to get out together with having a baby (I love you, Peace!), but that we might need to anyway. Trying to find the balance.

Another core issue was control... me wanting him to think the way that I think, do the things that I want him to do.

Nothing was ever officially resolved. We still have work to do. *I* still have work to do. I need to have a shift in my thinking for everything to be okay. I wish that could happen easily. I don't know how to make that shift happen, and that is frustrating to me.

I try to understand the dichotomy of drinking in this society, and I just don't get it. (I need to realize that I don't need to understand it.)

I have come to understand social drinking. I'm okay with that. A drink here or there for the sake of not being left out. I get that. It's the drinking to get drunk that I don't understand.

Maybe I just need to get wasted to figure out what it's all about.

One More Picture

I had to post one more picture from the wedding. I think this one is my favorite. I keep going back to look at it. It keeps drawing me in. I like the look of Dennis, like he's thinking of something important, like he's ready.

On Drinking

My brother-in-law Dennis got married to Amy today (he's the one who always tries to hug me and I run away). For his wedding gift, I gave him a hug. And then I said, "There, now that's the last one of those you'll be getting until Amy's funeral."

This is from the wedding:

 

And this:

And this is what I looked like today. (I'm holding Peace because I need her as an excuse to have my picture taken.)

I don't drink. However, my husband (his name is Vernon) has been drinking for about 1-1/2 years now. Before that, he never drank either. Now he drinks and I'm not really sure how I feel about it.

This was the first time that I ever actually saw him drinking. It made me feel uncomfortable. And it made me uncomfortable that he was drinking around our children.

He was part of the wedding party, and after the ceremony, they all went for a libation-filled limo ride before arriving at the reception (you all know the ones). When he entered the reception hall, there was music playing quietly in the background, and he comes in and does a fist pump to the music. And I'm thinking, "Who is this guy, doing a fist pump to music that is barely even playing?"

I felt disconnected from him, like I didn't even know who he was anymore. He was now a guy who entered a room and did fist pumps.

And, later, he goes on to give this long-winded speech as the best man, and I wasn't entirely sure if he was extremely buzzed while giving it, or just acting that way for the speech. It was strange.

See, this topic of drinking is a weird one for me because I choose not to drink because I don't see the point in it. I like being who I am, and I don't want anything messing up with the awesomeness that I've got going on up here (I'm pointing to my brain).

I thought that Vernon had felt the same way.

But, like I said, about 1-1/2 years ago he started drinking (and by "drinking", I mean "on occasion" and "socially"... it's not like he's a total soak or anything), and it was then that I learned that the reason he had never drank prior to that wasn't for the reasons that I thought. He never drank before because he was scared. Scared of losing control. Scared of doing something he'd never done before. Etc. So, part of his journey in self-discovery was to become comfortable with drinking.

Which I get.

And I had since gotten over it, I think... until tonight, when I saw him like drinking for the first time. I felt far away from him, like I was watching him from another planet. Not drinking was a part of our relationship before. We were always the couple that "didn't drink"... for many, many years. Now we're not. Now there's only me.

There are these giant blank spaces of time (when he's at school, when he's getting a tattoo, when he's going to seminars, when he's singing karaoke, when he's eating at Perkins, when he's on a limo ride), where I feel like I don't know him anymore. He's out doing things that he's never done before and I'm not a part of it.

I'm just hanging out taking care of the kids.

You all know how I'm a fan of On Children by Kahlil Gibran, right? (Our children are not our children, they are the sons and daughters of life's longing for itself.) I think I have an easier time applying that philosophy to my children than to my husband. Like, I allow them to be free and discover themselves and be who they want to be, yet I have a hard time letting my husband do the same.

If I was a more self-actualized person, I wouldn't be such a douche about this.

I guess I still have work to do.

Good night.

Supernatural (and Some Other Weird Stuff)

I forgot to mention that I also watched SUPERNATURAL.

I was revisiting my old blog on myspace.com. It is hilarious. Much more funny than this blog.

Here is an entry from December 17, 2006 titled Sex Signs:

I have a memory I'd like to share. 

This happened years ago when my daughter was little and I was teaching her some baby signs (sign language for babies). Well, my husband comes in and asks what the sign is for sex. I roll my eyes at him and he leaves the room. Later, he comes back, gets down on all fours and starts spanking himself on the butt. And he says, "I think this should be the sign for sex."

It's memories like these that I will treasure forever.

Here's another entry, this one from December 7, 2006 titled Cold Love:

My husband and I were theorizing about a masturbating Salvation Army bell ringer, when my husband asks, "I wonder what is the coldest temperature people ever had sex at. I mean, at what point would it take for people to get so uncomfortable that they couldn't physically do it."
And then he goes on to say, "It's pretty cold in here right now."

END SCENE

Is anybody else getting a big kick out of these old entries, or is it just me? This 2006 Allison is really funny. I think I'd like to meet her someday.

December 4, 2006, My Pap Smear:

I say the dumbest things sometimes.

Let me set the scene for you. I am at a clinic getting my yearly pap smear done. There is nothing that I dread more than having a pap smear done. I would rather have four midget donkeys ram their heads into my stomach all day long than get my yearly pap smear.

Anyway, so that's where I am. 

The procedure isn't going half bad and it isn't half as uncomfortable as it usually is. So this is what I say to the doctor after she is done, "You're really good at that. That's the best one I've ever had."

I mean, honestly... who says stuff like that? I bet that no other human being on earth has ever uttered those words after getting a pap smear. This is why I shouldn't be allowed to leave the house.

Okay, one more, than you can all go back to whatever it is you were doing.

December 3, 2006, More on Blow Jobs:

My husband says to me, after reading my blog, "I never knew you were so pro-blow job." He must be thinking his birthday is coming early this year or something. No, I am not so pro-blow job, I was just using the term to make a strong point on circumcision.

But, speaking of blow jobs, that is actually the second time that term has come up with my family. The first was over Thanksgiving.

See... my mom has this pre-printed notepad labeled TO DO LIST. Well, being the funny person that I am, I thought I would write a mock TO DO LIST for my mother. This is what I wrote on the list.

- Make sweet, sweet love to Arsenio Hall.
- Pay bills.
- Write thank you notes.
- Practice blow jobs on banana.
- Read Barrack Obama book.
- Take up orienteering.

My husband was the first to read the list. He thought it was funny, so he put it up on the fridge for all to see. So then my mom saw it. And she said, "Oh, you kids." But the thing is, instead of taking it down, she left it up there. Apparently she must have found it somewhat amusing also.

Alright. I'm done. Here's the link to my old blog again if you want to peruse some more of my funny.

The Sky

Here are some pictures from the sky tonight.

I guess I shouldn't have said it was "pictures from the sky" inasmuch as it was pictures of my husband (with the sky in the background).

One More Question!

Oops, I missed a question. Here it is:

If you won the lottery, what would you do with the money? (excluding charity and savings and investing because that is all kind of boring...) 

Ah, you took all my good answers (charity, savings, and investing). Those are really what I am all about. Oh, well. Here is what else I would do with my lottery money:

- By a house with a front porch, a porch swing, hardwood floors, and a hammock in the backyard.
- Pay off Vernon's student loans and any other loans he is going to take out to open up his chiropractic business.

Okay. I think that would probably pretty much take care of any lottery winnings.

Actually, I guess it depends on how big the lottery jackpot is. Assuming it is more than $1 million (after taxes), here is what else I would do:

- Go to Hawaii.
- Make a movie.
- Buy every new mother a sling and The Baby Book by William Sears.
- A new car, I guess (because Vernon would probably appreciate that).

Your Questions Answered, Part 7

Here is my last question to answer from my Your Questions Answered segment that I started answering about a month ago.

Since you follow the no-schooling theory, what are the biggest (or most specific) rules or discipline techniques you have for your children?


I think I've taken a long time to answer this question because I was waiting for some profound answer to come to me that would accurately and affectionately express how I feel about this subject. I feel there is one out there, but I haven't quite found it yet, so I'm just going to fumble through this.

I don't do punishments. I don't do time outs. I don't do spankings. I don't do anything (intentionally) that would withhold my love from my child. I don't even do positive reinforcement for this same reason (read Unconditional Parenting by Alfie Kohn for more information about this... it's a big idea and requires more space than I want to give it here right now). I believe that children are inherently good and that they should be treated as such.

So... what do I do?

I don't really know. (See, this is me fumbling through this.)

I do have rules. Food gets eaten at the table. Pick up your toys before you do something else. 

If they don't follow the rule (like, say, they're eating in the living room), I will remind them to eat at the table. If they don't listen to me, I will take their food away from them at put it on the table because Food gets eaten at the table.

What else do I do? I read books like Unconditional Parenting, How to Talk So Kids Will Listen and Listen So Kids Will Talk, and Raising Our Children Raising Ourselves. Reading things like that always helps me keep things in perspective and to know what and what not to expect out of children.

But I'm writing all this like I know what I'm talking about. I don't. I make mistakes. I get mad at my kids. I yell at them when I shouldn't, over little things. But none of that is about them, really. It's about me. Which is why I read so many of those positive-thinking, life-improvement type books... because I'm trying to make myself better so that I can be a better mother to them.

That's why I like the book Raising Our Children, Raising Ourselves so much (check out this link for a site that sums the book up for you, and which I'm going to paraphrase from in a moment). Basically, it helps me figure out what I need to do in order to be a better parent to my kids. Here is the S.A.L.V.E. formula that the author, Naomi Aldort, writes about:

S - Separating Yourself or Self-Inquiry / Self-Talk - This means, look at your thought, and think about whether it's helping you to be the parent you want to be or if it's counter-productive. For example, often when parents say, "My child should listen to me," they literally mean, "My child should obey me." Do you really want your child to be obedient? Do you want your child to learn to take cues from the outside, or would you like him to be self-reliant and powerful?
A - Attention - After you clear yourself from your chatter and your self-talk, you put your attention on the child; actually see the child rather than your idea of how she should be.
L - Listen - Listen with your open heart and you will learn more than you can imagine. Behind the difficult behavior there is always the throbbing heart of a child doing the best he can.
V - Validate - Once you listen, you have a good chance of knowing what's going on for the child and you can reassure him of your understanding and let him know that what he feels is right. "Oh, I see why you are crying; you wanted the tower to stay up and it fell." It's important to not dramatize and not to add your own emotions.
E - Empower - This is the general attitude of not thinking that you have to fix anything. When we don't fix, when we stay a peaceful person in the face of whatever happens, the child is learning: "I can handle it. I see that my father isn't going nuts about this, everybody is behaving as if they can handle this," and that's the power. Children, if you don't always fix it for them, often find their own solutions or make peace with reality, and they become powerful from facing life in this way.

Life with kids would be so much easier if we all didn't take ourselves so seriously and just enjoyed being with our children. If we enjoyed them for the people that they are instead of trying to get them to be compliant with our ideals.

I friend of mine posted this quote on her facebook wall the other week:

"Remember that you have a choice in every single interaction with your child. Choose kindness." 

Sometimes I forget this, but I'm trying to remember. 

Does that answer the question?

Ezra's Concoctions

Ezra likes to make concoctions. He will put a variety of ingredients into the food processor, blend it up, and eat it. (He does this all by himself.) Usually they turn out kind of good, because he uses ingredients like nuts, raisins, berries, coconut oil.

Today he made one of his concoctions and this is what he put in it:

Ketchup
Banana
Egg

He didn't eat it, so he put it in his glass of water and drank some of it, then said that he wanted to save the rest of it for later.

Beans and Rice

Boil 2 cups of brown rice in 32 ounces of organic tomato juice. I really don't measure my spices very well when I make this, so here are my estimations.

Add:
1 tsp salt
1/2 tsp pepper
2 tsp cumin
1 tsp chili powder
1 tsp garlic powder

When rice is almost completely cooked (about 30 minutes), add about 2 cups already-cooked kidney beans* and cook another 15-20 minutes or until tomato juice is completely soaked up.

We top this with cheese because this tastes AMAZING when topped with cheese (raw, organic).

*Here is how I cook my kidney beans: I soak about a pound of dry kidney beans in a pot of water until they start to sprout (about 48 hours). Then, I strain them, add fresh water, bring to a boil, and then simmer them on the stove top for a LOOOOOOOOOOOOONG time until they are nice and soft (about 4-6 hours). I then store them in the fridge and use them throughout the week in recipes like this (and others).

Ocean Runs in a Race

Ocean ran in a 1/2 mile race today.

Ezra was there too.

As was Vernon (who I think is very handsome).

Peace was getting kind of bored.

And then, there was also this:

Lotus Birth

I wrote this article on Lotus Birth for my friend Sarah's website. I thought that since I went through the trouble of writing the article, I might as well post it here too.

I have always been fascinated by the life of the placenta. It amazes me that our bodies are able to create this whole new organ to give life and nourishment to our babies as they grow inside of us.

I have had three children, all born at home and in the water. It seemed to me a foreign concept, after having a natural pregnancy and birth, to then bring a foreign instrument into the equation. That is why I chose to have a lotus birth.

A lotus birth is leaving the umbilical cord attached to both the baby and the placenta after the birth. In other words, the cord never gets cut.  It eventually dries up (usually within 3-7 days) and then falls off on its own, when it’s ready. For me, having lotus births was basically just an extension of the naturalness that I had worked so hard to create for each of my births. I didn’t want that cycle of life to be interfered with in any way. It felt right.

Having a lotus birth isn’t nearly as annoying as one might think… I mean, sure, you have to be mindful of where the placenta is at all times. But I think that is a good thing, because it forces the mother to not try to do too much and to just relax, lie in bed, and bond with her new baby.

Taking care of the placenta is really easy too. We would just put it on a chux pad, sprinkle some sea salt, lavender, and rosemary on it, and wrap it up like a present. The cord just stuck out, uncovered. (I’ve heard of some people who make cute little cozies to house the cord, but I have neither the time nor the know-how to do such a thing.) Then, we would change the chux pad a couple of times a day, and repeat the process. To this day, the smell of lavender leaves reminds me of that precious newborn period. It brings me right back. I love having that memory.

The interesting thing that I have found with the lotus births of my three children is that the timing of when the cord falls off kind of corresponds to what their personality will be like later in life. With my first daughter, Ocean, her cord didn’t fall off until Day 7, and she was a clinging-to-mommy-almost-all-of-the-time kind of baby. With my son, Ezra, his fell off on Day 3, and he has been an independent little spirit, always ready to do things on his own as soon as he can. And with my last daughter, Peace, hers fell off around Day 4, and her
personality seems to be somewhere in between.

I really do think that the cord falls off when the child is ready to  release it.

So, in closing, lotus births are not just for the crazies. I am an almost-completely-normal sort of person who does things like watching Friday Night Lights, eating at Chili’s, and walking around the Mall of America.

Having a lotus birth is a perfectly reasonable and normal thing to do, if you stop to think about it. (Which I hope you will, because it really is awesome.)

The Rhythm of Summer

So, I watched the season finale of GLEE last night, which was my last show of the year to end.

Note: It was a good finale. And, although the birth scene was asinine and  nonsensical (especially the timing thereof... I mean, seriously, they all had time to go with Quinn to the hospital, wait for her to birth the baby, AND get back in time for the winner's announcement?), and I didn't really understand why Puck wanted to name the baby 'Beth', it was a good one. I liked it most because, like in the premiere and a handful of episodes throughout, they were singing for a purpose. I didn't care for the episodes where they would burst into song out of the blue, for no reason at all. It was like I was watching "Cop Rock" or something.

I like not having shows to be committed to during the summer months. I like sitting around in the evenings, just listening to the silence of the world around me. It's nice.

Here's a list of the shows I've watching throughout the year:

HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER
GLEE
MERCY
PARENTHOOD
THE MIDDLE
MODERN FAMILY
COUGAR TOWN
COMMUNITY
THE OFFICE
30 ROCK
SURVIVOR
FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS
THE SIMPSONS
THE AMAZING RACE

If every one of those shows was new (which isn't possible because some of them came on mid-season), that would be 10 hours of television per week. Which would average out to about 1-1/2 hour of television per day.

This summer, I will watch LAST COMIC STANDING, and that's it. The rest of my nights will be filled with silence, books, sex (yes, Vern, I said it), and Battleship.

The Sexy Dance

Last night I was acting goofy, and I was doing this dance in front of Vern that was kind of a cross between something Elaine Benes and Borat might do.

"Do you think this is sexy," I said to Vern, in a mock-serious tone.

"Yeah," he replied, straight-faced.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

And the clincher here is that I think he was serious.

I should break that dance out more often.

Strawberry Chicken Salad

This recipe is fairly simple. I am just going to list all of the ingredients, and then you go ahead and throw them together to form a salad:

Mixed greens (whatever you want)
Strawberries
Walnuts
Feta Cheese
Chicken (I should really post a recipe for how I boil a chicken and then tear it apart and use it in things such a this. It is really quite simple, but I would have never known how to do it if I hadn't read about it first.)

Poppyseed Dressing - I'm still in the process of perfecting this, but here is what I've come up with so far:

1/2 cup olive oil
1/2 cup white vinegar
1 tsp ground dry mustard
1 T poppyseeds
2 T raw honey
(I usually just put this in a jar and then just shake it up really good.)

That's it.

My Silly Baby

So, I'd like to post a couple of pictures of my baby daughter, Peace.

See if you can notice a common theme in these photographs.

Here's some with her grandma (my mom, the one who got her gallbladder out):

Let's go in for a close-up of that last one:

What do I do with this kid? That kind of grabbing really hurts. One time she grabbed my nose so hard it started to bleed.

And she is constantly biting things and puts everything in her mouth.

Here is another thing she does. See the bottom of the toilet bowl here:

She takes that white thing off and starts sucking on it.

And if I take that white thing off so that she can't get to it...

Then she sucks on that gross nubby thing like it's a nipple. (Note: I don't let her do this on purpose. It just happens sometimes. You know how it is. Right? Right?)

But I love this silly little baby of mine.

Another Ugly Shirt

I am going to write a post that is probably going to make me seem like a selfish, heartless person. But I am not.

Here it is:

My son, Ezra, recently acquired this shirt as a hand-me-down:

I can't stand it. I talk to my husband about how I want to rip it up and burn it when Ezra is not looking. My husband says to me, "Why can't you just be happy that it makes him happy?" (Which it does.) But I cannot.

I get a visceral reaction every time I see this shirt. (This shirt is almost as ugly as this one.) And, see that car there on the top, left-hand side? IT LIGHTS UP! That's right: IT LIGHTS UP!

It is also just the whole commercialized having-branded-characters-everywhere-thing that has taken over our society and that I don't want to be a part of. Ezra first discovered Lightning McQueen through books at the library (because the having-branded-characters-everywhere-thing has apparently taken over our libraries), and he loved them (which, of course he did, because they are marketed so that he will do so).

But I don't care. I don't care how much he loves Cars. I don't care how happy it makes him. All I want to do is get rid of that shirt because it makes me want to throw up every time I see it. Same with the Transformers shirt we got from that lady at church.

I'm sorry if this makes me selfish, but I can't help it. Please forgive me for having sensitive eyeballs.

Sex and Socks

I said to Vernon (quietly), "We haven't had sex in awhile."

And Ocean said, "You haven't had what in awhile?"

And I said, "Socks. We haven't had socks in awhile. You know... because it's summer."

Smiley Apples

If you haven't tried an apple with cheese yet, now is the time to do so. It is one of life's greatest pleasures. An apple without cheese is like a kiss without a squeeze.

Here is a cute little recipe for you:

• Cut apple into slices.
• Spread two slices with some organic cream cheese. (This is hard to do with a knife. "Use your fingers," my daughter told me. "It works better." And it does. So use your fingers to spread the cream cheese.)
• Cut some cheddar cheese (organic and raw) into little squares that you will stick on the cream cheese and use for the teeth.

Isn't it cute? (Answer: Yes, yes it is very cute.)

William Emerson Consult, Part 2

I took Ocean to her consult with William Emerson today. It was rather uneventful and nothing magical happened like the time I took Peace. He spent a lot of time asking her questions, and focused a lot on how her mouth moved when she pronounced words. He said she had some torsion with her narrow mouth, or something like that. He didn't really do anything to resolve what I thought might have been patterns set from her birth, and seemed to be more focused on her mouth torsion, or whatever the heck was up with that.

I don't know. The visit did leave me kind of disappointed, as I guess I was looking for something like what happened when I took Peace.

And then he did some biodynamic craniosacral work on her, and that was that.

I guess the thing with this type of energy work is that it may have effect that you don't see immediately. So, maybe, a couple of weeks from now, I will see patterns changing. I don't know.

I would still recommend him, especially if you have a baby, and definitely if you have a child (of any age) with lots of birth trauma (c-section, vacuum, pitocin, etc.). If you live in Minneapolis, you can get updates from Ten Moons Rising on when he'll be in town next.

Bye.