misplaced mama

How cute is she?

After her father’s heart….Mia loves to skateboard. She began asking for a pink skateboard a couple weeks ago. She has been watching her pops skate around the neighborhood and being the physical little lady that she is, she is utterly intrigued, demanding rides from him or getting herself on his big board trying to scoot all around the back yard. One day at a stop light—not sure if she saw someone skating or what but she asked me for a pink skateboard. I told her sure, we could find her a pink skateboard. A few hours later she asked me,”Mama, did you get Mia a pink skateboard? I want a pink skateboard.” I told her I hadn’t a chance yet, but sure, ,soon we could get her one. The next day she woke up and asked to call her dad at work to make sure he was going to make her a pink skateboard. “Mia wants to skate today mama. Okay, mama?” I let her call her dad and ask him and sure enough that day he came home with a little skateboard the perfect size for her 2-year old frame and a can of day-glo pink spraypaint (it was acutally a sponge bob skateboard, but nothing that a little spraypaint couldn’t cover). After they painted it he took her to the skateshop so she could pick out some sitckers for her new board. Then they were off to the skatepark. The chic rocks on the board to say the least. What a bad-ass daughter I have. It freaks me out and swells my heart with joy at the same time…she has no fear of falling and is intent on balancing, staying centered and softening at the knees. Here is a shot of her after a mini-tantrum at the skatepark. Bill wouldn’t let her go into the middle of the bowl where all the kids where doing fancy tricks. She insisted she could skate like them and threw a bit of a fit when we wouldn’t let her go skate the middle I don’t doubt she will be there soon.

Sula is in my arms. All day. Sometimes I wear her in one of the 7 carriers I now own (no, I am not being indulgent, it’s actually practical when you have child that refuses to be put down. At all. Ever. I have one specifically for walks around the ‘hood, one for hikes, one for stores, one for sweeping, one for nursing, one for the back while I am cooking hot stuff and one even for the shower) Sometimes she rejects all carriers and insists upon the bare arms…either with her tummy high up on my right shoulder or held front-facing across my belly. Once in a shile she likes the cradle pose, but not often. Somedays she’ll let me put her down in 5-7 minute incruments to play under her little baby gym….but shortly after a Leo roar while bellow throughout the house demanding arms. But alas! We brought out the bouncythingy that our dear friend Mel sent us and hooked it up outside under our shade porch. Sula loves it. She loves the feel of the chilly concrete under her toes as she bounces like a little bunny. SHe loves to spin around and bounce to the beat of her sister singing and painting in the backyard. She loves to just bounce and watch her sister from all directions, contrtoling where she can see without straining. She loves to bounce so much that she will stay in there for a whopping time of at least 15 minutes. 15 WHOLE minutes!! Which does enable me to do a load of laundry, paint with Mia, or just have a tiny little siesta outside in the hammock with a good book. Aaahhh…as much as I am repeled by baby contraptions….the bouncy is such a blessings! Here is a picture of Sula bouncin’.

Where I have always dwelled: Space

Where I dwelled after always and before now: Space

What opened my mother up to birth: Space

What my eyes first saw and my ears first heard: Space

Where magic and science and love exist: Space

Where the moon is and what makes it glow white or hang dark: Space

Where my mind wanders: Space

What I selfishly take up: Space

What I imagined the West to be like while living in the East: Space

What I imagine the ocean to be like while living West: Space

The reason I moved out of the city and into the mountains: Space

The reason I moved out of the mountians and back to the city : Space

The yoga studio we built: Space

What music creates in my blood: Space

What I try to make when I dance: Space

What I created to hold my unborn daughters: Space

What I breath into my gut, canal, and every last muscular tissue of my being when I labor my babies: Space

What I breath into my vertibrae and heart when I practice: Space

The reason we moved from L.A. to Phoenix and why I want to leave Phoenix: Spacec

What inspires me to keep my house clean: Space

What settles between my fingers and these keyes: Space

The click and capture of a camera: Space

What I long for in bed at night: Space

The color of the sky, the white of the clouds, the green of the earth, the wet of the sea and the thick flesh of a moutain: Space

What my favorite Oak tree is made of: Space

Breath: Space

My thoughts: Space

Your thoughts: Space

What seperates me from you: Space

What moves us closer together: Space