Edge of the Sunshine

The Wonder Wander

noreply@blogger.com (Lena) — Wed, 07 Feb 2024 21:58:00 +0000

I don't think that I'm overselling this when I say that the Wonder Wander has changed my life. I know what you are thinking - "that's not a real thing. You made that up." Correct! As far as I know, the Wonder Wander is entirely my own invention although I'm not so vain as to think that others have not done this without the fabulous alliterative title that I have given it. "Fine," you now mutter. "What exactly is this Wonder Wander?"

Great question! Thank you for asking.

At its core, the Wonder Wander is just a walk, but it is so much more than that and at the same time nothing like it at all. I don't know about you but the word "walk" is very loaded.

Get your steps

Exercise

It's good for you

Something you should be doing

I'm not saying that these things aren't true, but my stupid brain has the mechanism where if someone tells me to do something, I instantly don't want to. Example: when someone says, 'don't drink caffeine after noon - it will keep you up all night.' My dumb brain says, 'You're not the boss of me! I'll drink that caffeine whenever I want to,' and then I promptly end up staying awake all night. It's a super fun way to live, let me tell you. The point being, if someone tells me to 'exercise and get out of the house', or 'get 10000 steps a day' my brain says, 'well that's not going to happen - Netflix and chill it is!'

This means that I have to be very careful about what information I give my brain if I want to do things like sleep and live a long healthy life. Enter the Wonder Wander.

Before I get into what the Wonder Wander is, let me explain exactly what this amazing experience has done for me.

* I wake up feeling energized and excited about my day. The very first thing I do, is check in with my husband about when we can go on 'our walk' (he prefers these more traditional words but I know deep in my heart that this is the furthest thing from a 'walk').

* I no longer feel guilty because I am not exercising/taking care of my body. I am literally moving it outside in nature every single day. Will this replace going to the gym and lifting weights. Absolutely not, but lets be real. I am not the go to the gym and lift weights type of person, so no loss there. Plus, guilt is a very heavy thing to carry around with you all day. I have been set free from this burden.

* My blood pressure was never really a problem for me but apparently it is even better than it was before.

* I haven't had a major depressive episode since I started this practice (knock on all the wood everywhere). I'm not going to say that it cured my depression. I am still on my medications, but for years, even on my medication, I would go into serious depressive episodes periodically. That hasn't happened in months and months. I still experience depression but the times that I am in depression have shortened to a couple of hours instead of days or weeks. My therapist says that it is because of these Wonder Wanders as well as a few other things that I am doing to support my mood, and she is a professional so you don't just have to take my word for it.

* I find myself appreciating all the good things in my life. We are hard-wired to look for the negative things happening around us. This daily practice has trained my brain to find all the positive things around me instead.

* My relationship with my husband has never been stronger. We talk about all sorts of things on our Wanders, our hopes and dreams, politics, what we are working on, how we are feeling about things. It is dedicated time each day that entirely ours and it is precious.

I know what you are thinking. I've convinced you but you still have no idea what this crazy thing actually is.

There are some simple guidelines for a Wonder Wander - again not Rules because we all know what the R-word does to my brain.

1. Do not track your heart-rate, steps, altitude or any other 'health' metric. The Wonder Wander is not about meeting your health goals.

2. Stop and look at the things that interest you. This is where the Wonder part of the phrase comes into play. For me, I always stop when I see mushrooms or light shining just right through the tree branches. Notices these things/moments. Comment on them to your very patient 'walking' buddy who is just trying to get a little exercise. Bonus points if you take a photo of them. It can be a 'good' photo or a 'bad' photo. The goal is the really savor the experience.

3. Explore paths and places you have never been. This is Wander part. I know, I know, the forest is constantly changing, but really, once I've walked a trail a few times, I start to get bored of it. This allows you to really dive deep into all that your area has to offer. Apparently, there is a secret network of hiking trails in my area that you can only learn about through word of mouth when talking to people on the trails.

4. Talk to people. At the very least say hello. If they have a dog, it must be pet. This is a rule that is outside of my hands. It must be done. Unless the owner says not to - and then be sad.

5. If at any point you start to feel tired and like this whole experience is a lot of work, stop. Go home.

6. Hills suck. Avoid them if you can. We are not trying to 'get into shape' - whatever that means. We are trying to be immersed in wonder and that is very difficult when you are huffing and puffing up a steep incline.

7. If you don't feel like going on your Wonder Wander, you are doing it wrong. It is pure joy and love and all things wonderful.

8. Your Wander might last 4 hours and it might last 4 minutes. Neither one is better than the other. It might be in a magical forest or it might be in a busy downtown. There is plenty of Wonder in all places.

Start small. The idea of walking everyday was absolutely overwhelming to me, but stepping outside for 5 minutes was totally doable and even enjoyable. I didn't plan on these little walks turning into the Wonder Wanders that they have become, but once you get started and find the joy in this daily practice, it becomes difficult to stop.

Sometimes I do my Wander alone and I try to really focus on the noises around me when I do since that is a part of the experience that I often lose out on while talking with my husband. I prefer to do this with him for reasons already mentioned, but you can absolutely do this practice solo.

My husband is a tracker so I know that we typically walk between 1.5 and 2 miles. Sometimes we walk 4 miles and sometimes we walk 1/4 of a mile. The distance really doesn't matter. The pace really doesn't matter. The location really doesn't matter. Just give this a try and see if it changes your world as much as it changed mine.

brainwashed

noreply@blogger.com (Lena) — Tue, 17 Apr 2018 16:09:00 +0000

From the moment we zip up our first back pack and hesitantly walk through the giant doors of the Kindergarten classroom, we are being brainwashed. Not by the Kindergarten teachers - god no - those people are saints - but they the entire system.

Why do we go to school? To learn things.

Why do we need to learn things? To get a good job.

Why do we need a good job? To pay our bills and keep a roof over our head.

To be a productive member of society.

We THINK that we have individual choice. We can choose our career path. We can choose our path in life. Right?

In truth, we have individual choice within the boundaries of "the productive human system" - which is really no choice at all.

Let me back up; apologize for my rant, and explain where all this soapbox talk is coming from.

I am "mostly" retired. I say mostly because I occasionally take on a client if I am in the right mood. I don't need to bring in the income from that client. I do it purely because I want to, and I don't do it that often. My days are spent exploring what it is that I want to do (which is a HEAVY question suitable for a different post).

When I talk to people about my life, I am more often than not, met with confusion and questions:

"Why would you want to not work?"
"What do you do with yourself?"
"I love my job. I never want to stop working."

Being the overly diplomatic person that I am, I nod and politely agree that I am completely nuts and understand where they are coming from.

But, here's the thing. I DON'T!!!!!

Are you seriously telling me that you would rather spend your one beautiful precious life working to make someone else money? Or, lets say you have the worlds most altruistic job. You are still spending your time doing what others tell you to do in exchange for a paycheck.

WHY????

Because we are trained to think that that is the only the way to live our life. School prepares and rewards us for following directions and doing what others want us to do.

We are conditioned to associate a person's value with their career path. "What do you do?" "I work at McDonnalds." "Oh..." or "I save babies from cancer" "wow!"

You should see the looks I get when I say, "I dabble in things and ideas that I want to explore. Nope - no one pays me to do this. Yeah - I guess you can say that I'm unemployed..."

I am looked at with pity. When deep down, I feel nothing but pity for those trapped in the rat race. How did we compromise the very essence of what it means to be human for the ease of a paycheck and positive standing in society?

A Conversation Wtih Fear

noreply@blogger.com (Lena) — Tue, 03 May 2016 16:05:00 +0000

Heart lights up and declares, "I want to travel to Africa and take a photography workshop!"

Brain wants to check in with husband. It is very expensive and not at a great time.

Fear quietly allows us to ask for details but go no further than that.

Husband surprisingly says, "yes! Go! You have to go!"

Heart jumps for joy and does a ballerina twirl.

Anxiety wakes up and shouts, "NO! Are you crazy? A week in Africa with a group of people you don't know doing something where you can be judged! Plus, its too much money. Plus, you won't get to go to Disneyland."

Fear agrees wholeheartedly. "I've played along while you daydreamed about this, but now I am putting my foot down. Do NOT send that deposit check. What if you regret this? It is very God oriented and what if you don't get a lot out of it? Also, do you know how many shoots you will have to do to cover the cost of this trip? A billzillion! I thought you wanted to retire sooner."

Heart pipes in, "I need to be inspired. I need to know what my path in life is, and I think this may be it. I think I want to travel and tell the stories of people I meet through photography. Plus, I want to invite Creativity. I haven't seen her in a while and I need her in my life."

Anxiety replies, "Stay at home. It is safe and you are surrounded by those you love - like a warm blanket. Think of all the horrible things that could happen if you leave this cocoon."

"What horrible things?" demands Heart.

"You will be tired - Africa is on the other side of the world and you won't be able to nurture yourself since you will be so far out of your comfort zone. Imagine trying to interact with strangers after flying for a day."

"This is true," Heart concedes, "but I have survived harder things in my life for less reward. I can do it."

"You will have to be 'on' all the time. Interacting with new people trying to get the to like you. It is exhusting."

"Plus, what if they realize that your photos are not good," Fear chimes in. "You call yourself a professional, but everyone else will be better than you. It will be humiliating!"

"I don't want to go to show off or impress anyone. I want to go to learn how to be better. I want to be inspired and walk with Creativity," Heart replies. "My work is a process, and I deserve to be here. I deserve to create. I have a right to work with Creativity just by being human. Learning and being inspired by others is my only goal. It is impossible to be humiliated if I go with that intention."

"Don't go," Fear shouts, but his words are fading away.

"Please stay," begs Anxiety with a pathetic whimper. Like a drowning man who knows it is too late.

"I am going." Heart declares loudly. "And you can come along. You will come along regardless of what I say, but you do not get to dictate our choices. I will be in charge. You are the observers. Creativity and I will make the decisions."

And Fear and Anxiety didn't respond because they were so small that their voices couldn't be heard.

How to Retire Early: Walk

noreply@blogger.com (Lena) — Wed, 30 Dec 2015 02:06:00 +0000

Lets talk about cars. I love my car. Who doesn’t? Its comfortable, convenient, and opens up an entire world of possibilities: a world of go anywhere/do anything possibilities. Just last week, my family and I jumped in the car and drove up to the snow to go sledding. That experience was priceless and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

I do, however, think that - perhaps - we as a culture depend too much on our cars (ducks to avoid the throwing of rotten fruit). Hear me out. Driving a car around is more than just the price of gas. It is the cost of wear and tear on your car and each little piece that keeps it together. These all have a finite life span and every mile you drive moves you closer to that end. Not to mention the cost to the environment with all the pollution in the air.

I came across this profound piece of advice from a blogger that I follow: “Cars don’t cost you money per month, they cost you money per mile”

We are so trained to think, “well, I pay $xxx for my car loan so I might as well use it as much as I can.” Wrong! You pay $xxx for your car loan and THEN gas and deterioration PER MILE.

With this in mind, Adam and I made a deal to only drive the car if we were traveling further than 2 miles. (At some point we will increase this number once we get the little one more comfortable on a bike, but for now, its all on foot).

By keeping the car in the driveway and using our legs to transport us, we discovered something truly amazing:

Our bodies are getting more fit. Instead of sitting, we are now moving more - yea for exercise!
We are connecting more. In a car, there is music and traffic and cell phones and a million other things that distract you from the very simple joy of spending time together. When you are on foot, all of those distractions disappear and you find yourself marveling together around a leaf changing color or a caterpillar building a cocoon. We talk together. We laugh together. We may even sing and dance together (yes, we are that geeky).
We save money. We didn’t buy our car on credit, but we are saving money on gas and repair.
We connect with our neighbors. We happen to live in one of those magical neighborhoods where everyone knows each other so a walk down the street invariably results in an unexpected conversation with someone who lives nearby.
We are more connected to nature. Now, I know this sounds a little woo woo, but being in touch with the changing seasons and sounds of the birds fills my soul in a way that listening to music in a car never will.
We shop local which supports our local economy. Most of the businesses around us are local shops run by local people. So, by limiting ourselves to what is within walking distance, we inevitably support those local business.
My daughter gets exposed to multiple opportunities to learn. Why do the ants walk in a straight line? Why do some trees lose their leaves while others don’t? What makes something a weed? There is so much wonder in the world around us and by simply being in it, my kid is asking all sorts of questions that we then build on later.
We appreciate what we have more. When we have to physically move to go get something that we want, we end up seriously considering if we actually want this thing.
We buy less wasted food. There are four grocery stores within two miles of our home. We carefully make a shopping list every time we go because we know that we will have to carry whatever we buy home. That box of crackers suddenly seams a lot less appealing when you have to carry it two miles on your back.
We get to explore more. When we are driving, there is usually a pretty strong emphasis on getting from point A to point B. When we are walking, however, every new street becomes a chance to explore something new. We discovered that the beach is less than 2 miles from our house over Thanksgiving, as is a movie theatre and an amazing wooded park.

In my quest to retire early to spend more time with my family, I am discovering ways to do just that within my current life. There are so many conveniences - cars, restaurants…etc.. - which have actually disconnected me from the people and world around me. By simplifying my life, I am getting back in touch with the things that really matter to me.

How to Retire Early: Cooking at Home

noreply@blogger.com (Lena) — Mon, 28 Dec 2015 20:34:00 +0000

I have a confession to make: for the first part of this year (let's say January through October) my family ate our meals out 90% of the time. The food that I could make at home was boring and tasteless compared to the explosion of flavor that graced my plate at the restaurants. And I love food. A lot. I tried to recreate the meals that I love but they never worked out as well as what I could simply buy.

I knew I was eating out too much but I had no idea how to change this behavior. Because I wasn't cooking at home, my skills atrophied and I swear that I got worse at it.

All that changed when I got invited to try Hello Fresh. I swear, this is not an add for Hello Fresh. I'm not getting anything by linking to them. I'm just explaining how I managed to escape the trap of eating out.

Hello Fresh is one of those meal in a box delivery systems (overpriced but convenient with everything you need so I did end up saving money on both eating out and grocery shopping). I was skeptical since everything I cooked tasted like mush, but I followed their directions and was amazed by the way a few herbs and spices could make an ordinary dish taste extraordinary.

Don't get me wrong. I had used herbs and spices in my own cooking previously but I often used old dried herbs and out of date spices. I was amazed by how much flavor fresh herbs and spices produced. Not only that - but I LOVED the meals. Each one was different and flavorful.

I used Hello Fresh for about two months and steadily ate out less and less during that time when "the switch" happened. I turned into one of those snobby food people. Their bulk ingredients were no longer satisfactory. I wanted only fresh organic vegetables to go in my cooking.

So, armed with their recipes (which they kindly let you keep), I cancelled their service and began to make my own meals. I used herbs from my garden and veggies from the farmers market, and I became addicted - not only to the flavor in the food but to the act of preparing a meal for my family.

I would pour myself a glass of wine and listen to Billie Holiday on the radio while I created a meal that would nurture those I loved most. Dinner became a sacred time in our home. A time to connect and talk about the day away from bustle of a busy restaurant. A time to enjoy the simple flavors of the food and appreciate each other.

Dinner became more than just a inconvenience to feed my hunger. It became an integral part of my life. I love to create meals to feed my friends and chatting with them while the flavors of the food cook together on the stove. I love the time it takes to create the meal and the love that is my table when it is ready.

By giving up restaurants, I not only saved hundreds of dollars a month on eating out but I found a connection and joy with my family that I didn't have before.

New Goals and a New Direction

noreply@blogger.com (Lena) — Sun, 27 Dec 2015 20:50:00 +0000

I started this blog as a personal journey to document my life and, continuing in that vein, I'm excited about the direction my life is headed.

First a little back story: Over the past several years, my family did what most families do when they get to a place where they are comfortable with money. We spent it. A lot. We never went into debt and prided ourselves on that fact but we didn't really save it either. We just didn't worry about it. I get it - we are lucky. I know. But to be fair, we did work very hard to get to that place in life...and that was the trouble. Working. Because no matter how much we love our jobs (well, I love my job - SDN - my hubby - tolerates his) we are still working and not spending our time doing the things that we want to do.

I want to be at a place where I can give photography as a gift to those whose lives would be enriched by it. New mothers, animal shelters, causes I believe in...etc... and SDN wants to draw. To be an artist and create graphic novels. We also want to travel and spend time together with our little Alice while she is still little. We want to cook together and live abroad and explore the rain forests and create. everything.

To reach these goals we need to be at a place where we don't have to work to make money. Retirement.

I started reading everything I could about retiring early, and believe it or not, it is surprisingly simple to do (notice I didn't say easy). To retire early, you simply need to save as much money as you can, invest that money and live off of the interest.

For those of you who like lists (like yours truly), here are some steps to retire early:
1) calculate your monthly expenses (don't forget to factor in big expenses like car repair and holidays - and spread that money out over the year)
2) Take that number and multiple it by 25 - this number is the amount of dollars you need invested in order to retire and just live off of a safe withdraw rate of 4%
3) Start saving for your goal (the number you came up with in step 2)

Simple, right? Simple but not easy.

If I had done the exercise two months ago, that number in step two would have been enormous and I could as soon as flown to the moon as saved that up. So, I made some choices. We were spending A LOT of money on eating out. Tons. I made it a goal to only eat at home and like magic that big number shrunk (plus, I now had extra monthly income that I would have spent eating out to save towards that big number).

It became a game: what things could I cut from my life and still be happy? The answer was surprising. Almost everything. Once I stopped spending money on new clothes and shoes and coffee out, I found that I started to appreciate all the things that I did have so much more.

* The smell of grinding our own coffee grounds in the morning and pouring over the frothy sweet milk
* The music filling my house
* The way my puppy rests her head on my lap while I am reading a book as the rain hits the window

I could go on and on.

I started this change so that we could retire earlier thinking that it would be hard to deprive myself of the things that I loved so much (eating at fancy restaurants, getting a latte whenever I felt like it, shopping) but what I found was that life became immensely more enjoyable once I cut those things out.

You're thinking I'm crazy, right? But here are a couple examples:

For my birthday dinner, instead of going out to eat sushi and spending around $100, my husband and I bought some fish and made our own sushi rolls at home complete with saki (for about $30). The food was amazing and plentiful. We had a blast making the rolls together and every bite was melt in your mouth delicious.

I joined a group called "buy nothing west seattle" and kept a close eye on it throughout December. It didn't take long before someone offered a stuffed moose. I knew that my kid would love it so I picked it up. I was thrilled when I realized that it was no ordinary stuffed moose. It was a KIDSIZED stuffed moose. My daughter absolutely LOVED it. She sleeps with it and drags in around everywhere even though it is bigger than she is! Plus, this stuffed moose is getting a new round of love where he might have ended up in a landfill. Total cost of the best holiday present ever? $0

My goal is not to live in deprivation but to treasure what I have and to get what I want in a more meaningful way.

Currently, we are saving anywhere between 40% and 60% of our take home pay (this does not include the 401K that we contribute to - so really those numbers are about 5% higher).

I'll go into more detail about how we will reach our Big Number goal later but I feel like this post is already too long :)

Summertime fun

noreply@blogger.com (Lena) — Sun, 01 Jul 2012 23:59:00 +0000

I have taken a small break this summer to spend some much needed mommy Ily time. We've been going to the science center, taking the bus to meet daddy for lunch, and playing outside with friends. Some of the best friends that we have happen to live practically next door. Ethan and Ilya are BEST friends (I'm making to sure to capitalize the BEST as they declare their love for each other and best friend status daily, much to the envy of the other children). Ethan's little sister, Eliana, is quite possibly the cutest child that has ever lived on this planet - and I can say that without bias as she is not even my kid (Ilya is a close second, though). Their mother, Rachel, is my favorite of the bunch (sorry kids). She is so kind and supportive. I don't know what I'd do without her. Plus, she is probably the best mother I've ever met, which makes me a better mother...because I like to copy my friends...especially when they do something cool. Rachel, her kids, me, and my kid all took a big field trip to the aquarium about a week ago. The weather was beautiful and we decided to take the water taxi, which is basically a ferry that doesn't allow cars and runs from west Seattle to downtown. The kids were so excited and we had such a fun (if completely exhausting) day. I love the octopus making the heart. Here is Rachel, looking lovely - if you look really closely, you can see her kids reflected in her shades :)

We watched the water taxi get closer and closer and even got to see the great wheel (is that what we're calling it?) along our way.

Ilya and Ethan looking out the back of the boat

I told you she was the cutest kid in the world.

New Years Day

noreply@blogger.com (Lena) — Fri, 06 Jan 2012 22:11:00 +0000

The New Year started off great! Our dear friend, Melissa, flew all the way from Boston to visit us over the weekend and we took her on our favorite walk through the arboretum. Ilya, sporting her unique fashion sense which included pink boots, poka dot pants, a hello kitty shirt, and very messy hair, had a blast "braiding" old pine needles in her hair!

The Chicken Pox Debate

noreply@blogger.com (Lena) — Sat, 24 Dec 2011 19:22:00 +0000

This is NOT a post to debate the relative merits and risks of vaccines.

This is NOT a post to judge others based on their beliefs about the relative merits and risks of vaccines.

This is simply a post about my experiences over the past few days. After extensive research and discussions with Ilya's doctor, Adam and I decided not to give Ilya the Chicken Pox vaccine. I'm not here to justify that decision. It is a personal decision. Its the decision we made.

A girl in our community came down with a case of chicken pox and we figured this would be a great time to expose Ilya. Being responsible parents we informed the community that we were exposing Ilya and that we would keep her separate from the other kids until the risk of contagion had passed.

This started a slew of emails from concerned parents who informed me they did NOT want their children exposed (well, duh. I was planning on having Ilya stick her fingers in their mouths, but now that you have expressed this desire, I guess I wont). That's fine. Whatever. Parents are worried about their children. I get that.

What I don't get is what happened next.

Chicken Pox will take AT LEAST 7 days after exposure to become contagious, but I was informed in no uncertain terms that Ilya was NOT invited into common spaces starting immediately. I was sent links about how irresponsible it was for parents to expose their children to chicken pox. I was refused entry into my friend's homes because "I might be a carrier" (not possible, by the way). This is a culture of fear. This is what happens when people allow fear and conjecture to run their lives rather than research and reason. This is a SCARY place to be.

If communities are little peep holes into the world, I worry about the human race.

Ornaments

noreply@blogger.com (Lena) — Sat, 24 Dec 2011 05:15:00 +0000

Perk #239 of living in co-housing: Group Projects

I love the idea of doing elaborate holiday projects with my child, but when it comes time to actually DO the project, I begin to feel completely overwhelmed. There is so much planning and preping and cleaning involved its enough to drive anyone to put on a holiday movie and call it a day.

This is why I love my co-housing friends. We decided that we were going to make ornaments together. So, early one morning we gathered in the common house (4 mothers and 7 kids) and together tackled the messy fun project of making dough ornaments. It was great. While I gathered the materials, my friends herded the kids. Then we all moved from child to child helping them roll the dough and punch out the designs. When the kids were done and wanted to play, I was able to take them outside while my friends cleaned up.

I think they turned out really nice.

Which ones are for me?

noreply@blogger.com (Lena) — Fri, 23 Dec 2011 05:12:00 +0000

Ilya is not the only one interested in Solstice.

Here is Milo looking innocent. Don't let him fool you.

"Hmmm. I wonder what's in there?"

"I don't care if it's not for me. I'm opening it!"

Solstice Eve

noreply@blogger.com (Lena) — Wed, 21 Dec 2011 04:41:00 +0000

We had a tradition growing up in my house that every Christmas eve we'd get to open one present. I remember being so excited watching the pile of gifts grow throughout the month of December, carefully shaking and prodding each gift to figure out which one would the "the one."

Now we celebrate Solstice so it made sense that Ilya would get to open one gift on Solstice eve. Being a child that lives firmly in the moment, I don't even think she remembered that there were presents under the tree for her. She immediately became fixated on the gift that she had just received in the mail. When we told her she could open one present, she grabbed it and started digging in.

The gift was from my father and all it took was one glimpse of that soft purple fabric to win her over.

Happy Solstice Eve!

Ilya

noreply@blogger.com (Lena) — Sat, 17 Dec 2011 19:21:00 +0000

Self-Portraits

noreply@blogger.com (Lena) — Wed, 14 Dec 2011 04:24:00 +0000

There is nothing scarier to me than self-portraits. I'm completely at ease behind the camera focusing on others, but when that camera is turned around, a fear and discomfort rise up inside of me unlike anything I have ever experienced. In an effort to constantly better myself both as a person and as a photographer, I decided to dip my toes into the waters of self portraiture today. I took these in my bathroom, using my 50mm lens at 1.8

DPP Challenge

noreply@blogger.com (Lena) — Tue, 13 Dec 2011 19:29:00 +0000

There is something completely terrifying about taking my own picture. I can't describe it, but I feel it deep inside of me. Today, I took the first step towards fighting this problem. Here is my very first self-portrait. Don't judge. Baby steps.

co-parenting

noreply@blogger.com (Lena) — Mon, 12 Dec 2011 05:12:00 +0000

Living in a co-housing community has many benefits from shared resources ("hey, can I get a ride to the airport?") to connection with all 60 of your neighbors. One of my favorite parts about it, though, is co-parenting.

My friend, Rachel, and her family live two doors over from me and every week we swap childcare so that twice a month we get a date! While this in itself is not that unusual - lots of people do date night swaps - there is a way of relating to the kids in a co-housing community that is deeper and more meaningful than the way you relate with even your close friend's kids.

For example, tonight was Rachel and Jonathan's turn to have a date night so Adam and I took care of their children, Ethan and Eliana. We decided to go to a chorus concert and invited our other friends in the community, Mhari her husband Craig and their two children, to join us. So, between us there were four adults (Adam, myself, Mhari, and Craig) and five children (Ilya, Ethan, Ethan, Eliana, and Leila). While we watched the concert, Adam ended up holding Leila most of the time while Ethan and Eliana cuddled up next to me. Mhari and Craig took turns sitting next to the other Ethan and Ilya...but it was a very fluid thing. Kids moving from one parent to another as the four of us worked to keep them quiet and entertained. It was co-parenting at its best.

Here is the love of my life, looking a bit tired, but handsome as ever.

This is Rachel's son, Ethan.

This is Rachel's daughter, Eliana. She really is one of the cutest kids I've ever seen. Look at those curls!
Ilya and Ethan really love each other, and they play together so nicely.

Ilya: I'm a princess
Ethan: I want to be a princess
Ilya: You can't. Only girls can be princesses!
Ethan: But, I want to be a princess, too.
Ilya: OK, fine. You can be a boy princess. The green princess

I love the way preschoolers talk and work things out!

Photography Challenge day 5

noreply@blogger.com (Lena) — Tue, 06 Dec 2011 04:45:00 +0000

Sunset on the beach in Seattle.

Photography Challenge day 4

noreply@blogger.com (Lena) — Mon, 05 Dec 2011 03:06:00 +0000

This is Eliana, possibly one of the cutest little girls ever. I love her curls and enormous smile, and you should hear her talk. It is so cute, it will make you melt.

Photography Challenge day 3

noreply@blogger.com (Lena) — Sun, 04 Dec 2011 03:14:00 +0000

This is one of my favorite people in the world and her family. They asked me to take their photo for holiday cards and in 500 shots this was the only one where they were all smiling at the same time. Phew. Who knew this photography thing would be so difficult?

Photography Challenge

noreply@blogger.com (Lena) — Fri, 02 Dec 2011 22:14:00 +0000

A blog that I enjoy reading has challenged its readers to post a new picture everyday in December and, in an effort to take even more pictures, I've accepted. In all fairness, I didn't read about the challenge until today (the 2nd) so I will have no picture on the 1st, but here is today's photo. This is my little girl swinging on her swing in 30 degree weather with no coat and a Hawaiian lei. Just because.

PEPS

noreply@blogger.com (Lena) — Sun, 27 Nov 2011 07:10:00 +0000

When Ilya was born, Adam and I joined a PEPS group - a parent support group. Ilya was just a few weeks old when we attended our first meeting and we met fairly regularly for the first year.
After that, people started to move away and it got harder to find a time when we were all available. We have, however, managed to meet once a year for the past three years, and every time we meet, we take a picture of all the kidos. We had our annual reunion last weekend and here is what you missed:

This is Ilya's best friend, Eleanor. We did date night swaps with her family for years until they moved away last summer. Once Ilya saw Eleanore she never left her side, and Ilya, I'm afraid to say, was not the greatest influence. Observe my child encouraging her friend to climb around the OUTSIDE of the play structure.Eleanor had a new baby sister, Ingrid. Have I mentioned how much I love babies right now?

Meet Hazel. Hazel was the baby that took the longest to sleep through the night, and she is still taking it to extremes.
This next one is Maddy. Maddy is 10 days younger than Ilya, but she is 3 going on 13.And last, but not least, is Zach. The token boy who is so sweet and shy I just want to give him a big hug.I wish I had the digital images of these kids sitting on the couch. It would be so much fun to create a montage showing their development, but I don't, so here it is!

Photography

noreply@blogger.com (Lena) — Fri, 28 Oct 2011 04:00:00 +0000

I have a really good excuse for not updating regularly this time! I have found my passion in life - something which excites me. Something I want to spend every free minute on: Photography. So, I've started a photography blog and I really hope you will all go look at it and leave me comments. I love comments. Every time I see I have a comment, my heart just lights up. Please light up my heart. I post pictures there regularly (about once a week), and to prove it, here is a sneak peek at what I am going to be posting on Monday or Tuesday.

The Torrential Threes

noreply@blogger.com (Lena) — Thu, 22 Sep 2011 22:47:00 +0000

I never thought that I would say this, but what happened to my sweet little two year old and who replaced her with this bi-polar screeching child?

One moment we are sitting on the couch cuddling and the next she is screaming in my ear at the top of her lungs to get up and make her food NOW!!! When I ask her to use kind words, I am rewarded with a burst of fury and flailing limbs that would make the Tasmanian devil proud. This interaction usually leads to a time out with banging and massive destruction. When she calms down and the door is opened, she flings herself in my arms as if she hadn't seen me in months, cries for a minutes, and then calmly gets up to start playing with a toy she noticed in the middle of her floor. The entire interaction couldn't have taken more than five minutes, but I am completely exhausted by it. If this is what it is like to parent a teen with their violent mood swings, I honestly don't think that I'm going to make it.

First Day Of School

noreply@blogger.com (Lena) — Thu, 08 Sep 2011 01:10:00 +0000

Today was Ilya's first day of school. Kinda. It was the official first day of school for the classroom, but new students were only supposed to go to an open house in the afternoon rather than start with the regular class in the morning. Whatever. It still counts. She got nervous. I got nervous. We brushed her hair (probably should do that more often), washed her face (ditto), and showed up right on time. I'm not going to spend time describing how wonderful I think her classroom is or how great the teachers seam to be. Rather, I'd like to talk about what it is like being a parent on the first day of school.

Having taught for so many years, I have had more first days than I can remember. I'd get nervous at every one of them. The same kind of nervous I'd get when I interview. I have this weird perception that parents were looking for reasons to dislike me and it was my job to prove to them how likable and competent I am. I still feel that way sometimes when I tutor. While its true that I walked into Ilya's classroom looking for the signs of bad teaching (TVs in the corner, hypodermic needles on the shelves), I was much more concerned about whether or not the teachers liked my child. I'm pleased to announced that they all passed the test (really, who wouldn't like Ilya?) and so did their teaching - no TVs or needles in sight.

I guess my point is that while it is a pain as a teacher to have a parent who is constantly looking over your shoulder, it is absolutely terrifying as a parent to leave your child in the hands of someone you've just met. I truly believe that teaching is a partnership and that parents and teachers MUST work together, not just so that the child can be successful, but so that trust can exist and both the parent and teacher can feel supported and safe.

Speaking of something that has absolutely nothing to do with what I've just been talking about - I am now a photographer. Truly. I've made money. Some. But I really love it. I'm making a website to showcase my work and I'll post the link for you once its ready.

Also, its 6:30 and my child has not woken up from her nap yet. This is probably a bad thing. Or, it could be a really good thing. Regardless, I'm going to let her sleep because I am just that (lazy) caring.

See the Play or BE the Play

noreply@blogger.com (Lena) — Fri, 17 Jun 2011 15:52:00 +0000

I'm done apologizing for not updating more regularly. If you have any notion that I will ever update with any sense of regularity, than you obviously don't know me very well.

A very dear friend of mine (who is far more thoughtful and articulate than I) decided to live her life by a mission that encompasses what she is passionate about. I thought this idea was so brilliant, I immediately wanted to try it out. It turns out, defining a mission statement for your own life is tough. I haven't figured it out. What I have figured out, is the mission statement for my daughter's life, or rather what I what for my daughter's life. I will feel successful as a mother if Ilya grows up to know who she is and is strong enough to express and follow her truth in life. Another mother friend of mine wrote a blog post a while back about a little boy on a playground who was upset when his friend called him a name. His mother's response was something along the lines, "if you know that is not what you are than don't get upset by it. Be your truth." Anyway, you should read it because it is far more eloquent than I can describe it.

It is rather disconcering when you child starts to say something that you never heard before and you wonder, "who is teaching my child to say these things?" Maybe she just made it up. Regardless, one of the cutest things Ilya has started doing is jumping up and down on the couch and asking, "Do you want to SEE the play or BE the play?" To be honest, I'm not entirely sure what she is asking, but I assume she is giving me the choice of watching her jump up and down or jumping up and down myself. I'm a pretty boring mother and usually opt for option number 1, but every once and a while I mix it up and tell her I want to BE the play. This usually confuses her and leads to, "No, mama. You need to SEE the play." Not sure why the second option exists I'm not allowed to take advantage of it...

I've started gardening and think I might be hooked. Who knew digging in the dirt was so much fun? Honestly, I spend most of my time weeding, but the rewards are fresh greens that I can pick anytime I feel like it.

Remember how we were trying to buy the house we are renting? We're still trying, however, our loan officer is no longer returning our calls. This can't be a good sign.