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Showing newest 3 of 11 posts from 06.10. Show older posts

6.30.2010

hump day nuggets: catch you later crocigator

hump day nuggets: little bits of the season in photos and words about the last week

June and July are months of coming and going for the Holt Cline family. So we're saying hello a lot and we're saying goodbye a lot. Except bug says, catch you later crocigator. And in between those hellos and goodbyes there's the Missoula love fest that includes bar-b-ques with friends, spontaneous urges for a shared beer, toes dipping in rivers and hands pawing at dirt.

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:: Goodbye bundled up bums, hello naked in the garden.

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:: Goodbye messy house, hello beautiful yard.

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Above is bug's new favorite activity. Mama, I gotta get all my toys in here right now.
I added them to the Flickr Curated Mess Pool.

Remember how we had no lawn because of our chickens and then all that dandelion pulling I did? Check it bitches:

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:: Goodbye rhubarb, hello radish.

These seeds were a gift from a dig reader in honor of Ruby. And, they are the perfect radish: tender and crunchy with a spicy kick. Thanks, Tammi!

Sliced up, sprinkled with salt. Oh heaven.

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:: Goodbye rain rain rain, hello peas.

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I harvested four pounds of peas last year. This year, I am estimating we'll get six.

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:: Goodbye infant, hello about-to-crawl Ruby.

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Who loves loves loves prunes, avocado, nectarine, whole milk yogurt, apple pear sauce, yams, oatmeal...my little foodie peanut punkin sweet potato pie.

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ps One of the top ten baby items we can't live without: our itty food mill. We haul it all around with us and make our baby food wherever we are.

:: Goodbye trucked-in California produce, hello freshly-harvested Montana produce.

KILLER recipe that I made up all by myself: Quinoa with Tarragon, Corn and Arugula

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1 cup quinoa
1 cup frozen corn
Juice from 1 lime
2 tablespoons olive oil
two fist-fulls arugula
2 tablespoons chopped tarragon
1/4 cup chopped chives
salt and pepp

Prepare the quinoa, thaw the corn. Let quinoa cool to room temp. Mix olive oil, lime juice, salt and pepper in a large bowl. Add tarragon, chives and arugula and mix well. Toss with quinoa and serve immediately. Serves two as a main course or four as a side.

This was so fabulous we ate it one night and then I made it again for a friend the next night and doubled the batch so we could eat it for lunch the next day. SO GOOD.

:: Goodbye hen who laid eggs, hello wanna be rooster.

Since the chicken massacre, Paige hasn't laid an egg. And then, we started hearing crowing after we got our new chicks. We waited and watched to see which of our new hens was a he but, lo, it was Paige. Paige our full grown hen. I googled it and, yes, this happens. Nature is amazing. However, we are now ready to have our girl back...crowing roosters aren't allowed in city limits...although, as Andy said, Who's going to turn us in? The neighbor who shoots squirrels? See for yourself:


:: Goodbye hilarious two year-old, hello even more hilarious two and a half year-old.

We talk a lot about feelings with Margot. We talk about how situations make her feel, make us feel, make our animals feel, make her friends feel. We validate feelings and move through them. Our goal is to raise compassionate children who are kind and emotionally articulate. (there is a fabulous game, Feeleez, that facilitates this kind of interaction.)

ANYWAY, the other morning over granola and coffee, Margot spontaneously started making different faces associated with different feelings and announcing each one. Now I'm sad! Now I'm mad! and so on. Oh, I was crying I was laughing so hard. And, very grateful I had my camera handy. I literately took over 50 photos and these are a few of my favorites.

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^ scared/angry ^
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^ very angry/very happy ^
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^ excited/sad ^
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^ happy/frustrated ^
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^ silly/happy ^

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^ She didn't identify this feeling for me but I think it's love. ^

Catch you later crocigators.

6.29.2010

Ironman Inspired: Rediscovering My Running Mojo

Last Thursday night we packed up our subaru with ourselves, kids, dog and corresponding supplies and headed over a few mountain passes to the lakeside town of Coeur d'Alene, Idaho. The whole vacation was wonderful. We were surrounded by crazy, excited pre-race-of-your-life energy and beautiful weather. Also, even if I had been in a Detroit alley it would have been fun because I was with my best friend whom I have loved for 20 years. She and her fianc矇 came up from San Francisco because right before they get hitched he decided to spend 13 1/2 hours swimming 2.4 miles, biking 112 miles and running 2.2 miles. He is a total badass.

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getting ready the day before

And oh how fortunate I feel to have a Lindsay. She makes me laugh, loves my kids and we seriously pick up where we left off...as in we are initially really excited to see each other for the first time in months but then we move through our days as if we still see each other with the regularity that we did in 7th grade.

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We walked all over town, babies bedecked in sunscreen and bonnets, finding nooks to stop and watch and cheer. My kids sat on hips and shoulders, slept in backpacks and strollers as we celebrated totally awesome people push themselves in water, on wheels and, finally, as the sun set, on foot.

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There was a beach break.

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And, an ice cream break.

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At one point I walked with Ruby and found the shade of a maple tree. We were the lone spectators on the block and I discovered an endorphin charged desire to encourage these tired, driven spirits. I have empathy because I have run several half marathons and one full. But most of my empathy comes from two drug-free births. I know that point when you are certain you just might die or at least explode from the pain that twists through nerves and muscle and exhaustion so exhausting you could fall asleep in a hot second just about anywhere. That point when you don't think you can do it, when you are so depleted and only half way there.

I stood there holding my seven month-old and clapped until my hands stung and energetically said to every person that passed You are so AWESOME. Many kept their heads down and slightly nodded, a few gave a thumbs up and several busted out a smile through their exhaustion. I had tears in my eyes the whole time.

The pulsing energy of the city fired me up. I didn't bring my running clothes but Lindsay escorted me to a shop and I made a few new purchases. And, whoo dog, it has been years, YEARS since I have bought new running clothes. I went for a run and reconnected with a piece of myself that I have missed. Read all about it in my mama digs column this week, A New Bra and I Run.

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So, our friend made it (!!!!), crossing the FINISH line at 8:30pm! People are amazing.

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6.23.2010

hump day nuggets: summer means full

hump day nuggets: little bits of the season in photos and words about the last week

Hello, Solstice.

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Thank you for faithfully arriving at my party with your big, warm hug and your long, bright limbs. The rain, although her presence is necessary, was making the energy of the room a bit soggy. I am happy both of you came to my potluck but the rain with her chips and salsa. I mean, sure, it's sustenance but so boring and uncomplex and predictable. You. You outdid yourself with a platter of vegetables balanced on your head, adorned with flowers in yellow, pink, red and orange as you sambaed into the room making everyone smile.

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So, we had a lot of rain in the last month. The cool season veggies are loving it but they now need a little photosynthesis to set flowers and fruit. And we've been loving it but are so ready for a little skin-warmed lounging.

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nuggets.

Ah, we are busy. Our summer schedule is packed and I have to admit I am a bit bummed to have such a full calendar but not at all bummed with what's on the calendar. Shared meals with friends, celebrating love, camping, grandparents, birthdays. Good stuff indeed. It's summer. And, summer means full.

:: Summer means company. My cousin and her daughter visited last week. Elise is one of my closest friends so to watch our kids make memories like we have, well, it's something. And, E is pregnant, due in a few months with another girl. Lucky us.

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Last night, Margot was in bed with us. It was late and she sleepily said, "Mama, Charlotte's downstairs please?"

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"No baby, she's far away in Red Lodge."

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"Oh," she said. "We need to get those guys. We need to catch those guys because Charlotte is my best friend."

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"We'll see them again soon. I love Charlotte and Elise too."

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"OK mama. But we need to catch those guys. First, I take a nap."

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:: Summer means peeing in tall grass on I-90's slim shoulder.

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:: Summer means weddings. Last weekend, we drove east to the appropriately named Paradise Valley to celebrate our friends' marriage.

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^ view looking west ^

:: Summer means road trips. No matter how many times I drive through, climb up, ski down, walk around, I'll always be amazed by Montana's landscape.

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:: Summer means fearlessly climbing up and down a steep, long hill with a hula hoop. Such beauty in her brave, fun-loving spirit.

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:: Summer means melting into water, a moon sliver grin above her dimpled chin.

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:: Summer means jumping on hotel beds in bathing suits.

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:: Summer means running outside and not having to bundle up first.

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Bummer my camera was on the wrong setting but I still love Margot and Cooper running together.

:: Summer, for me, means sewing, sewing, sewing.
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I, with some help (thank you Alana and Amy!), have been sewing like crazy to restock stores and to ready for this weekend's MADE Fair. If you're able, check it out. It'll be bursting with great handmades.

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While my stuff will be there, I won't as my family will be in Coeur d'Alene hanging with our dear friends, watching one of them swim, bike and run for 12 hours. (!!!!)

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:: Summer means sun-warmed strawberries picked and placed directly in the mouth. No time to rinse because there's more to eat.

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Summer means dirt-crusted chacos by the back door, bare baby feet, runs in the Rattlesnake, food grown in the backyard. Summer means sleeping under sheets only, smelling of sunscreen and salt, getting exhausted in the mountains. Summer means camping, eating dinner at bedtime, crickets and bees, ice cream. Summer means lush green and then dry brown.

What does your summer mean?
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