Monday, December 29, 2014

12 things we love about darkness

To honor the solstice and because the girls feel that darkness gets a bad rap this time of year, the Paradise family has been making a list of “what we love about the darkness”:

1. stillness
2. without it, we can’t see the stars
3. Lucy’s gorgeous hair
4. helps us use the senses beyond the visual
5. chocolate
6. mystery
7. knowing that everyone else is getting ready to sleep too.  Everyone we know is tucked in too.
8. helps us be brave
9. best sleeps ever
10. Christmas lights
11. knowing that the sun is up in China – we’re just taking turns, really
12. full moon hikes / snow shoes

Friday, February 14, 2014

Healthy Pancakes

Healthy Recipes that My Kids Really Eat

Meet the Panel

Lorna is a good eater.  She tolerates most things I cook, but like most kids would prefer a diet of pizza and Mac n’ Cheese if she could.  She has no food allergies.

Lucy was raised in China for her first three years, she loves her noodle soup, pork, and prefers things in a package.  She also has sensory integration challenges and struggles with new tastes, uneven textures or fruit.

Kai is a fruit and veggies guy.  He is the one who eats his broccoli first and when offered, avoids meat if possible.

Sunday Pancakes
Three thumbs up !!!
Taken from Feeding the Whole Family by Cynthia Lair
Instead of flour, this recipe uses soaked whole grains.

Soak your grains the night before!
2/3 cup steel cut oats
1/3 cup raw buckwheat groats
1 ¼ cup milk (almond, soy or dairy)
1 egg
¼ teaspoon salt
2 T sugar
1 t baking powder
½ t nutmeg

Combine oats, buckwheat, and milk blender jar.  Cover and let soak overnight for 6 to 8 hours in the fridge. 


Put blender bowl on base.  Add remaining ingredients to grains and blend until smooth.  Pour directly in to your hot pan.

Who's Your Momma?

The Valiantly Broody Hen

On April 1 of last year, we welcomed a small backyard flock of two ducklins and six chicks.  With chickens you will eventually know the genders and we were happy to know that we did indeed have six laying females.  None turned into a rooster at puberty. 

The ducks, on the other hand, are a bit more difficult to know.  Our beloved Otto and Jemima have very different quacks, one loud, deep and bass; the other sexy and smoker-ish.  When the hens started laying in September, the ducks didn’t follow suit, so we assumed we had two gentlemen.  But, in December Will started noticing some interesting duck togetherness in the back yard.  Kids looked at them dumbfounded – I guess this is how most kids learn about the birds and the bees and the ducks around the world.  Then in January I found a larger egg below the nesting boxes, just lying in the bedding.  When I picked it up I noticed something just below the surface – another egg!  As I rooted around I found six buried duck eggs!

So then I wondered if they had been burying them around the yard, under the hen house and the potting shed.  Time for the real Easter egg hunt, but to no avail.  They could be anywhere!  We gave some to our Chinese friends who were thrilled, mixed them into our scrambled eggs and then what? 

At the same time, Cocoapugs the hen, was trying valiantly to hatch the marble decoy eggs.  (You put those in the nesting boxes to show the hens where to lay.)  Sweet lady gets up but 2 or 3 times a day to eat and drink, fluffs herself out to expand into the entire nest, rotates them faithfully so that they all get a chance to be on the outside of the clutch.  When she does get up, they are perfectly warm.

Then I decided to see what would happen if I put some of these (we think) fertile duck eggs under her.  She needs a job, this sweet hen.  She has happily been sitting on these eggs for over two weeks in record-breaking low temps.  Now I’m frantically scouring the internet to see what to do, if indeed, they hatch.  I have two friends with small hobby farms outside Boulder who would like to have some ducklings; one even has a pond.  But what if the sweet lady gets pissed when she hatches not a chick but a duckling?  Do ducks and chickens keep the eggs at the same temperature?  Will I need to separate the hen from the ducklings?  It seems cruel after her valiant efforts  and her instincts of how to care for them might be better than mine.  Either way, we need a brooder and a heat lamp. 


As with most big questions, in my life, McGuckins Hardware will probably have the answers and the supplies.
Lean In – Book Review

Before reading Lean-In by Sheryl Sandberg, I would have said that the feminist movement has reached its goal.  Perhaps I’ve been watching too much “Mad Men”, but it seemed that women were a hair away from equality and that perhaps it was just our sisters in other countries might need the lion’s share of the help.

My friend, Mo, handed the book to me after finishing it, and said, “trust me, you have to read it.”  A few months went by and after reading the covers and the blurbs, I thought: am I really in the mood to read about disgruntled women?  Finally after picking it up and firing through it in a few days, I wanted to burn my bra, get a briefcase and make sure all of my friends had read it.  Such an important read and we have so far to go.

What does a book like Lean In mean to me, a SAHM, not at a career-oriented stage of my life?  I could dust off an MA and a pretty impressive resume, instead I felt inspired to “lean in” to writing even if I can’t commit 8, or even 2, hours per day to writing or studying the craft.  It made me question how I let 95% of the household chores and responsibilities fall on me.  What kind of role model am I to my kids?  Will they assume that the woman needs to sacrifice her career aspirations to fold laundry, schedule the gutter cleaning, and volunteer at the school?  There wouldn’t be space for me to work with all that I carry now.  When I left the workforce as a teacher, I couldn’t even cover the childcare costs for one child.  As we planned to have more children, it seemed like a no-brainer to let my husband make the big bucks while I the childcare/cook/bill payer/ property manager.

Don’t get me wrong, I love being the one to drive my kids to their activities and be with them after school, make them warm muffins and turn off the world to hunker down with them when they are sick.  I feel lucky.  It’s not what I had after age 6, but what I wished I did. 

And I dream of a scenario, where both parents can equally provide the nurturing; family actually does come first; and no one has to choose an either/or.  If I were benevolent dictator, I would rewrite the way we run business in this country.  (That’s for another post.)  But I will say that another possibility is if, as the song goes, we are smarter, maybe the women want to opt out of the corporate rat race, especially while are children are young.  Perhaps the reality of stress and anxiety over leaving our babes is valid and as children of the seventies, we want to have a family life that doesn’t feel torn. 

Sandberg would say that if you "lean in" to your profession, you won’t want to leave it – or that you’ll have a tougher choice to make than if you lean out prematurely.  Make the most of your career and don’t apologize.

Last week my book club discussed Sandberg’s book and most of us saw some common threads in our lives that we weren’t aware of before.  Most of us, admitted to surprise when we realized how much of the household responsibilities we carried.  Most of us had a career but are either full or part-time moms now.  Before kids came, we thought that those tasks would be more 50/50, but after the kids arrived, we just all fell into roles that now made us uncomfortable.  There has been more progress in the American workplace than in the American home.

Just as we saw with Hillary Clinton’s campaign, Sandberg writes that confident men are seen as direct and powerful while the same qualities in a woman are seen as bitchy or bossy.  Double blind studies show that even college aged kids liked confident men more than women.  Combine this with the fact that we are more concerned about being liked, and you’ve got women afraid of appearing too confident and successful.

So read the book, if you haven’t.  And let’s stop calling our girls bossy and start recognizing their leadership skills.

Here is the Ted Talk that Sandberg gave in 2010
And the next one in 2013

http://www.ted.com/talks/sheryl_sandberg_so_we_leaned_in_now_what.html

Friday, January 31, 2014

The Year of the Horse and the Day of the Cookie

1/31/14

Gung Hay Fat Choy! – I’m sure that’s not how it should really be said, but that’s what I’ve known from hearing it around San Francisco.  It’s Chinese New Year today as we begin the year of the horse.

Lucy’s class is actually doing a nod to the holiday and her classroom is decorated, a story will be read, red envelopes passed around and my kids are dressed up in their Chinese clothes.  Lucy is so excited, and has been looking forward to this day and to wearing her favorite Chinese dress.  I’m also sensing a nervousness.  “I’m shy,” she also said.  And then explained that everyone would be looking at her.  Perhaps, in a gesture of self-consciousness, she is more fully realizing that she is the only full-blooded Chinese kid in the class.  There are two other half-Chinese children in the class, but what does this mean to Lucy?

There is a pride in China and a sense that today is about her more than about the rest of her family.  I applaud the pride and hope that it can reside next to her sense of belonging to a family that both deeply appreciates China, and is mostly learning about this important holiday from the internet.

This afternoon our friend and Mandarin teacher, Tra-Ling, will facilitate our party with crafts, story-telling and fireworks.  There will also be a large feast and I made sure to get Lucy’s favorite cookies.  Lucy remembers the cookies and remembers leaving the orphanage to see the dragon dances in the town of Maoming.  (The only other memories she talks about regularly is getting a bee sting and how yucky her toothpaste was.)

These cookies have just about every toxic ingredient that one could put into a cookie and the layers of plastic wrap push my environmental boundary.  But as I saw her face notice those cookies this morning, she was almost as excited as the night before Christmas.  When we first met Lucy at the government office of Guangzhou, she was clutching the plastic wrapping of said cookie with white knuckles.  Aside from the clothes on her body (no underpants), it was the only tangible object she brought with her from her old world to her new one.


Perhaps today is mostly, for Lucy, “the day of the cookie” - the day that links her first three years to the rest of her life.  At six years old, this makes her shy, but proud and confident that this day is mostly about her.  As long she is willing, I will continue to ask for the aid of Chinese friends, study up from the internet and buy emotionally healthy cookies!

Monday, November 4, 2013

Powell Ladies' Getaway




It started as a casual mention in August that we should really do something remarkable to celebrate Val's 65th birthday and somehow three Powell mommas made it away from responsibilities and dependents to St. George, Utah to a fabulous hiking spa.  The hiking and massages were wonderful but best of all was time with these two fabulous women.  I learned new things about them and had some great laughs.  Happy to call them family - and hopefully Renee will join us in a year or two!

Next chapter

For the past five years, I've been managing a vacation rental in Nederland, CO. It was our old home on a ridge overlooking the continental divide. Such views also afford great wind - the street was aptly named Hurricane Hill. We sold the house on November 1st, going under contract on the Friday of the flood. 

It is such a huge weight off of my shoulders, a part-time which ate up any creative or free time. Many nights were spent on the computer and phone calls made from the playground. It's more work than you'd think.

 And today is the Monday after the sale. A clean slate, money in the bank and time to create my next chapter. Will and I have been asking ourselves what we really want to do with this precious life, not what we need to get done and what is the smartest move financially. But what do we really want to do? How often do our daily actions really match our wildest dreams? And why do we feel guilty to really do what we want?

 So I'm giving myself a few months to wonder, to exercise my writing muscles again and think outside the box. With Kai in school four half-days, Lucy five, and Lorna full five days, the intense mommy stage is ebbing. So I guess it's time to finish the baby books, do some de-cluttering, get outside and try to remember what makes ME tick.

 Just no more floods, please.