sweet and soulful wish come true...

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self portrait, canon 50d, august break #8

I adore my dear friend Stacy's work:

"Vintage Inspired Jewelry.
Stamped with sweet and soulful sayings.
Designed to empower, encourage, heal and inspire."
~ stacy de la rosa

This is me wearing my custom made Bella Wish "Cedar" stamped silver pendant.  He is our sweet and soulful *wish* come true.

i adorn my neck with his name.
my son.  our wish come true.
we journeyed deep and wide to find him.
all while finding ourselves.
then he chose to arrive.
at a time most perfect for our hearts.
he knew when to come,
even though we longed for him so much earlier.
such a wise, gentle spirit.

{Do check out Stacy's other beautiful shop Adele's Attic.  Yummy vintage treasures from her past.}

dino-love*

dino-love*
august break #5: daddy reading to him this morning, canon 50d

A week ago, we were watching a documentary about dinosaurs on the History Channel. Cedar was completely enamoured, even when over and over there were frightening Dinosaurs roaring at the screen with saliva dripping from their teeth. It frightened me more than Cedar. He just roared right back and clapped and twirled and made new Dino friends in his imaginary world.

So, yesterday we felt it was appropriate to take him to the Dinosaur exhibit at our local Natural History Museum. It was a blast.  We let him lead the way and it was so fun following him around with the camera.  Although, I forgot my BC (big camera) and had to settle for my phone and none of them turned out that well but I will post a few just for fun.  He was pointing and squealing and even checking out the written descriptions on each creature.  So fascinated and it was contagious. 

My favorite part was when Cedar turned the corner on the top floor and saw the ginormous shark hanging from the ceiling.  He pointed and screamed in an excited way and everyone around him laughed and joined his enthusiasm.  This one sweet man strolling by him in a wheelchair looked at Boho Boy and said "that was the best reaction ever." 

Dinosaur Exhibit

mate on the veranda.

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august break #4, canon 50d

Here I am this morning, drinking my yerba mate on our veranda with Elvis the kitty and Birgit the Mother in-Law.

Last night I had a dream that I rented my house out to my nieces and nephews. We all lived together and then I became a Zookeeper and took care of animals and then I was a teacher at a University and when I was walking out of the University, I saw a tsunami coming from the mountains down to us. I think that is when I woke up.

More mate please.

Tell me what you dreamed if you remember...

my favorite dress*

my favorite dress.
vintage dress, august break #2, canon 50d

I bought this dress when living in Berkeley at a really lovely consignment shop. I wish I remembered the name of the shop. It might not still be there but if it isn't, I am sure another funky yummy one is. Shopping in Berkeley was one of my favorite pastimes in my late twenties, early thirties. I was single. I was exploring. I was reconnecting with myself after being in a long, not so healthy relationship. I wasn't saving a penny. Not saying I am proud that I spent all of my money from that time in my life...but it was so fun! ; ) And my niece inherited all of my duds when I bought more and couldn't fit them in my teeny tiny studio closet. Needless to say, she was stoked.

I am much more frugal now. I also am more into soft organic type clothing rather than ruffles and lace and itchy fabrics. But I still so admire clothing and style and how one expresses themselves with what they wear. I'd like to say it is now more a passion rather than an obsession.

This one dress I kept among a few others that were just too pretty to give away. It has two parts:  A silk slip and a sheer gauze overlay.  Now it hangs on a vintage window up in the loft for pure eye candy every day and perhaps for me to put on during a photoshoot (which i did last year with Deb).

I know there will be a time when I may slip these types of clothes on more often but for now, I am so loving my loose, flowy, soft layers of cotton or hemp.

Here are a few of my fave shops that fill up my closet now:  Texture Clothing, Treehouse28, Sweet Grass Fibers, Prana, Gaia Conceptions, Circle Creations, Sweet Skins

{texture clothing is giving a 20% discount to my blog readers.  just add code: boho20 to your purchase}.

august break*

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Cedar, 20 months ~ August Break #1

I decided to participate in my dear friend Susannah's August Break for three reasons: I love supporting her. I love community. I get to use my Big Camera every day!!

So I will be posting one photo a day on my blog, all through August. Some may have words. Some may just have the image itself. Images alone speak volumes, yes? This is perfect timing for me to use this as an excuse to bond with my BC (big camera). It will also free up some time for me to finish up a few projects.  It will also invite you into the intimate moments of my every day.

All of your kind words about my images of Cedar in the last post really melted me deep.  It is stirring up a passion within me to capture my life in a way that I haven't in a long while.  So thank you.  I am grateful for your encouragement and support.

My mother in law is coming tomorrow for a week!  Perhaps I'll capture her without her knowing.  Her eyes are stunning like my boys.

See you tomorrow. xo

ps. just added a few new sponsors on my sidebar!  Texture Clothing is offering a 20% discount for my readers.  make sure to use the code:  boho20 when purchasing.  i have a pair of her Posh Pants and they are AWESOME to the max.

i will still be answering your questions. i promise i haven't forgotten.  its a years worth of writing material for me.  ; )

Cedar...The Boy.

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I've been so lazy about getting what we call my "big camera" out to take photos of Cedar. I've been snapping sometimes hundreds of photos a day of him with my Palm Pre phone and sending them to family and friends. Its easier. Its practical. Its faster.

Although, today I realized how much I miss my big camera. Deeply miss this integral part of who I am. Lately I've been more into writing than this other part of my creative spirit. Today, it spilled open when I captured my son. Seeing him through my lens made me realize he is no longer a baby, really...but a boy.

I feel like something cracked open in me.  Now I am beginning to look around me, again...and long to capture the romance that I see...in everything.  I feel more willing to add extra weight to my bag.  Now that my "boy" is more independent, there is more space to hold my other baby.  The big camera baby that I cherish so.

Today, after clicking away, I paused and observed him as a boy and not a baby.  I got a bit weepy.  He noticed something different about mommy's eyes.  They had water in them.  I said "mommy is crying"...and he went over to the bookshelf and handed me this book.  He's so connected.

Here are some Cedar-isms that are emerging lately...

  • He likes to make ramps out of his books to let his cars loose on.
  • He's really into his Helicopter book.
  • When classical music is playing, he closes his eyes and sways his head from side to side.
  • He now loves to dramatically move his body on the floor with dance fingers and flips, just like the dancers on SYTYCD.
  • He is not cool about daddy snuggling mommy unless he is part.
  • When he sees someone new, he hands them the toy in his hand.
  • He speaks his own language when flipping pages of a book.  It might be part Japanese.
  • He loves to share his food.
  • When he is coloring, he wants to make sure all sitting around him has a crayon too.
  • He will only drink with a straw.
  • When he sips water, he follows it up with "ahhhhh".
  • He thinks he is really funny and laughs at himself all.the.time.
  • His favorite things to play with are airplanes, helicopters, balls, automobiles, books, drums, guitars and stuffed animals.
  • He's super clumsy because his feet and toes are HUGE.

ummm...what SHE said.

tree lovin' nerd.
i am a tree lovin' nerd

My friend Stacy and I sent one another a few VERY raw videos today. Raw meaning, just woken up, no make-up, scratching our head, interruptions from our kid, accidentally spitting on the screen while talking, showing one another our body bits that we oh so want to send love to right now and just keeping it real. It was so healing and it inspired me to finally download Skype so that I could connect with my lovelies more often this way. Been feeling a bit isolated lately and in chattering away to the laptop camera, changing subjects every few moments, just SO excited to be SHARING with her, I realized I feel a bit lonely for this connection.

Many of you have asked me where I am at with eating Vegan or flirting with the Kind Diet. I haven't yet been able to put it all into words because I am still in it, feeling it out, petting its hills and valleys, making love to new flavors and being kind to myself in the process. Re-learning a new way of taking it day by day. Not being so extreme. Creating a balance around my choices and allowing it to be a process, a journey and not so much a diet depriving myself of something I crave or need.

So, since I feel unable to be clear about it with all of you right now, I wanted to direct you over to Stacy's post. She expressed it all so much better than I ever could. I feel as though my heart is so in harmony with where hers is in all of this. She was the one who inspired me to get the Kind Diet book in the first place and encouraged me to try this approach because her and I are all about kindness and gentleness.

She and I always seem to be walking side by side when it comes to food.  We even took a Raw cooking class together in Los Angeles.  Tried the Blood Type Diet together and oh so many others.  But this time this way of eating feels different for us.  Not like something we're trying but something we're living and breathing and it sort of feels in a way how we felt when our babies finally came into our lives...like, "there you are!".  It just makes sense.  Okay, so maybe not as intense as when our babies came but you know what I mean.  It just feels so aligned with our approach to love and connection.

So, how is my Vegan journey going?  Ummm...what SHE said.

; )

Bonus Cedar photo :: I think he knows he is cute.

i think he knows he is cute.

aprons are sexy.

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My husband took these tonight with his phone (man our new phones have crappy image quality). We were all snuggled up, eating raw, vegan lemon cheesecake (by Earth Cafe) and watching Dual Survival on Discovery. LOVE that show. Just discovered it. A hippie and a military dude both experts in survival (one very earthy, the other not so much) showing us how to survive in extreme settings.  I feel like such a dude watching it.

And then I see these photos.  I totally forgot to take off my apron after I made dinner.

Not really a dude...but totally a 50's domestic wifey. ; )

quiet misty morning*

quiet moment this morning

It's been so hot here lately...and my body doesn't respond well to extreme heat. But this morning is overcast and misty, with a cool breeze through the window. So, I sit here, breathing it all in...sweater over my pj's, hot steamy cup of yerba mate in hand. Centering myself for the day.

Its been a slightly intense week here for me, hence the quiet. Both Cedar and I caught the stomach flu on top of him about to cut two or three teeth (molars and pointies, not fun) and he's growing so fast that I can tell his legs ache and to top it off, he's had a few injuries. Then there is me, full or hormones as my cycle is about to begin and with all of this swirling around me, still wanting to connect with my intuition about how to love Cedar best and guide him towards kindness of self and others. This probably would have been any other week around here. Just life with a toddler. I just think being ill threw us off.

I have some deadlines for my website designer and no time to work on it. Boho Boy is putting so much of his energy in trying to build his database business so that we can move sooner rather than later to a place that we belong and where Cedar can connect deeper to nature. He is putting more hours in than usual. So, he called me this week, telling me he talked to our neighbor, who is a teacher at his school and one of the kindest women I have ever met. She wants to help me next week...to babysit Cedar a few hours a day so I can go to the cafe and get my work done. I completely feel safe with her. Her and her sister (who is a nurse and also our neighbor...score!) have both watched Cedar when he was an infant so that Boho Boy and I could go out on a date. I don't know why I didn't think of this myself. I love my husband for thinking of it for me.

I was chatting with a dear friend the other day. I admire how she nurtures her children and she has been a mother a lot longer than me. Because her and I are so much a like, I go to her often, among others in my life. During our chat, I felt like she gave me permission to admit that this age Cedar is at is hard (15 months - 21 months) and that at times, sanity can feel pretty wobbly. I cried when she said this because it is my truth. Its so many beautiful things but what makes it hard for me is that he cannot fully communicate to me what his needs are and I cannot fully communicate to him what mine are. We communicate in other ways but you know what I mean. I can tell his brain is ahead of his bod and his desires and he often gets frustrated that he cannot do or say what he wants to. For someone like me, who tends to be a fixer (like my husband) and a peace-maker, it goes against my nature to not be able to solve these things for Cedar. Because of this, it is a constant lesson and a practice in letting go and loving. I know each stages of our children's lives bring these lessons and there will be a constant exercise in releasing rather than resisting.  We are being gentle with the process.

So, I welcome this time next week...to reconnect with my creative side and replenish so that I can be more present and patient.

I have a dread post coming up! I am just waiting to get some current photos of my hair down to share with you to go along with my words. My hair is always up right now and that is because I live with a toddler and if I wore it down, my locks would be full of food and snot and poo. ; )

So many of you asked about my dread journey and you're right...I haven't talked about it in a long while. Its time my locks get some attention and energy!

Affirmation for this weekend:  I am enough.  Cedar is enough.  Boho Boy is enough.  YOU are enough.  

Blessings for your weekend.  Om shanti.

Love,
Boho

ps. thank you all for contributing your thoughts on my parenting style post. i am learning so much from all of you and those things that make my heart sing are what i am going to marinate on for my own journey.

you share first...

fireflies & faerie boy

the way boys snuggle

reading to my boy

hello lovelies out there in cyberyumland.

ohhh...i am feeling a wee under the weather this week and i have SO many delicious questions to answer that you have asked.  although, what my mama intuition is telling me to do is rest when the babe is resting so that i can nourish myself back to feeling fully me again.

one of the questions quite of few of you asked, has me marinating and dreaming on how to spill and put it all into words:  what is my parenting style. now THAT is a juicy nectar of a question.

i LOVE hearing other souls define how they parent and guide and teach little ones.  so, over the next few days as i rest, can you share with me what your styles, dreams are for the wee ones in your life?  i am not only speaking to parents, but caregivers of all types (grannies, aunties, friends of wee ones) and those that imagine having children someday and what they dream of being like as a parent.  the beautiful, as well as the messy parts.

i know this can feel overwhelming to answer.  i feel a bit of that too.  so, even if you share one sentence, a poem, a vision, a teeny piece of the huge puzzle.  i know so many would feel blessed by whatever you can share.  i know i am always feeling blessed by your stories because i never claim to have the answers.  i try my best to live each day open to the lessons of teaching and being taught.  trying not to put anything into a box or a specific idea and allowing my experiences to guide and help me evolve.  perhaps that is my answer.  i will think more on it.

you share first...

a village.

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cedar & me yesterday, after he played in a water park.  he is looking up at a huge yellow hot air balloon in the sky and feels afraid.

today i come here with no ego after a week of restless nights and a barely sleeping, teething toddler with growing pains. a boy who is quickly discovering he is separate from me, from us and is exploring this without the ability to share it in words. his awe, his frustration, his wanting to absorb it all and yet come back to those quiet moments where a book will suffice. he wants so badly to not need me yet he needs me deeply.

one minute he is softly stroking my face and handing me his stuffed puppy to snuggle up close with him and the next minute he is throwing his book at me because he cannot express what he wants to. i was told this would happen. i've read about the phases and stages in both tender and clinical ways. but when it comes down to those moments of shock, its a bit of a mind mess, non? some more than others. some meaning after a whole week of not sleeping well, i feel stripped of the warrior goddess and instead am lying naked, vulnerable and weary.

there are moments of deep inner strength. there are moments of unraveling and tears. there are moments of clarity and there are moments of uncertainty.  each day of his life is intense and beautiful and exhausting and confusing and heart shifting.

i shared this with a dear friend today. we exchanged ideas about how truly, we are not meant to raise our children alone. how our culture in America can at times send out a message that isolation is perfectly okay. that we can do it all and do it alone. i am grateful to have people in my life that think beyond those boundaries. that resonate with how other countries embrace the idea that it takes a village. it takes a tribe.

with all of this swirling around me, i read this sent to me by a soul friend that gets it:

he's so beautiful.
and he's yours...
this soul that came to your heart.
that grows in front of you.
every day... something new.
big laughter and smiles.
and tantrums and blow out poops.
curly sweet sweaty hair after a nap
cuddling into mamas boobs.
sitting with his frog legs, pulling books into his lap.
he's amazing...
and he's your baby.

it feels like you've always had him.
like- i don't remember you without him.

mmmmm...my heart swells and i find my strength in those words.

hey...my ego is stripped and i stand here shouting to the rooftops that i am totally cool with a village surrounding me right now. bring it on.

birthstory book*

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cedar (three days old) and daddy sleeping

This weekend I am working on a birthstory book for us to read to Cedar. I'll be using Blurb (love) to make it. There will be stories and images of when we first met his birth parents, then his BIRTHday, moving into the few weeks we spent in the hotel room post birth and finishing with the drive home. I want to read this to him on a weekly basis, so that his story, to him, will feel like a natural way to come into this world, into our world.

We'll continue to make books for him..."first year", "second year", etc. But this one is going to be so very emotional and raw and beautiful.

So, last night, as I was beginning to create the book by uploading the first image onto the Cover Page, I was starring at the computer to come up with a title. I was in a bit of a tender space, yet exhilarated at the same time. It was so fun to go back to all of these images and relive that whirlwind of a time for us. Yet, if I am completely honest with myself, in those moments of reflection...there are always a mix of emotions.

So, with a bit of rawness in my voice, I looked over at Boho Boy sitting at his desk near mine and asked..."What should I call the book...'Cedar's Birth Story'"?

...he thought about it and then responded in light..."How about 'Lord of the Binkies?'".

This is why I love him so. The yin and yang of our moods. I laughed so hard that I laughed myself out of being too intense in that moment.  He knows what I need so well.

Anyways, wanted to share a few of the images from the hospital, as well as the hotel room that are precious to me and haven't yet been posted on my blog.  Due to privacy for our birthparents, I am unable to share the ones of them.

xoxo

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first gaze once nurses gave way..."oh there you are...of course it's you"

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first cuddle with his son

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first feeding

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exploring his face

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falling into slumber together in the hotel room

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first time trying a wrap.  cedar was never a huge fan.  ; )

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one of my favorites

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he looks like a doll wrapped like a burrito (taken in hotel room on thanksgiving day)

questions for boho girl {answers #2}

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taken with my  palm pre phone

Boho Boy has always felt awkward in front of the camera. He loathes smiling for the lens. He feels it is totally unnatural...unless it is natural, if you know what I mean. So most images I have of him are a serious face. This one in the car was classic and it made me laugh out loud and I wanted to share it with the world (thanks honey!). He was being his typical goofy self. I think through photos, people get this impression of him that he is serious all of the time but truly, he is always laughing and cracking jokes and smiling. I told him so many times he could be a stand up comedian and everyone that truly knows him would agree but alas...he is a sexy librarian and a database designer (I think that answered the question Gina asked about what he does for a living...*wink*).

Within the first hour of meeting him, he made me laugh so hard I wanted to pee my pants.  Laughter is SO the way to my heart.  I can be serious and intense enough down deep and my release has always been to giggle nervously or to laugh with abandon.  Two things that Boho Boy discovered soon after our first hello and ever since, has been having the time of his life with.

The other day we were teaming up to change one of Cedar's explosive poops.  Cedar loves to kick his legs and wave his arms and try to get off the changing table while we're doing this.  Hence, the team effort it needs.  To distract him, we always hand him something to play with and we try to be creative and new.  This particular time, it was an iPad touch (looks just like an iPod).  Although, while holding it, he also dipped his hands in his poop and then proceeded to smear the juicy poo onto the iPad screen.  My gut reaction was mortification.  I have a bit of a gag reflex when it comes to the smell and sight of poo.  This is why Boho Boy thought I might never be able to change a poopie diaper...but I have been doing SO good.  I've only gagged a few times.  But Boho Boy's reaction to the smeared poo on his beloved iPad was...calm, cool and "hey...look, it's an iPood!"  I think I laughed so hard I cried.  Then Cedar laughed too.  Oh, did I tell you Cedar has an awesome sense of humor?  Its almost scary sometimes how sharp he can be at 20 months.  He has tried to make us laugh for a long time now. He totally gets it from his daddy...oh, and I guess me sometimes. 

I love them so.

Okay, onto answers to some of your questions about my boys:

Leah asked:  Coming out of lurkerhood to wonder about the process you went through to choose an adoption consultant.
My answer:  Our situation was pretty unique in that the adoption consultant came to me.  She had been reading my blog for a long while and when I mentioned we were peeking our heads into the realm of possibly finding our child through adoption, she immediately reached out to me via email.  We ended up having a phone call and talking for hours and becoming friends.  At first she was just there as a resource, to answer any questions I had and then when we were ready to pursue getting matched with a birth mom, she was right there with a list of birth mom stats.  So, because of this, we never went the agency route and have no idea what that process is like.  I can imagine doing it through an agency is quite different.  Tammy is the adoption consultant's name and she does it all very organically and privately and is basically a liaison between the adoptive parents and birth mom.  Doing it this way felt very natural for us.  Going about it the way we did isn't for everyone, as we were also involved in the paperwork side every step of the way, hired our own lawyers, had unsupervised visits with the birth family, etc.  We felt so blessed because Tammy had gotten to know our hearts deeply via my blog, which opened up space in her to be really intuitive about the process for us in regards to what suited our needs and lifestyle.  Another reason I am so grateful that I have been open about my journey here.  Had I never spilled about it on my blog, Tammy may never have found me.

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Sue asked: I would like to ask you how do you keep that real once in a lifetime love so special with your wonderful boho boy?
My answer:  This is such a beautiful and real question and so appropriate for us right now.  I think one of the most harmonious things between me and my husband is that we are both communicators. Neither of us can wait long periods of time without spilling our feelings and in a gentle way.  Neither of us are aggressive about the way we communicate.  We are not comfortable raising our voice and we are both peace makers and always have been throughout our lives.  We're kind of kindred spirits.  Both of us have been in relationships where our partner was more aggressive or more private with their emotions, so that has made us really appreciate one another. So, I think this similar way of dealing with anger and frustration and emotions, has kept us very close.  Although, the reason this question is apropos, is that recently we had sort of fallen into a realm of quietness with one another.  Feeling really exhausted as new parents and him working so much and me missing him. For the first time in our entire relationship, we were not super present with one another and when my sister Darlene came to visit, she noticed and brought it to surface.  It really shook us up to see how easy it is to grow apart when you're focus is your child.  So since then, we have sort of come back to ourselves by communicating daily and spending quality time together and reconnecting with the dreams we have for our wee family.  It was a funk that we all go through and it needed to be heard and validated and nurtured.

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Diane asked: Also, what's your philosophy on marriage? You seem so loving and caring towards your husband. I love and adore my husband, but sadly sometimes the mundane daily tasks bring out the nag in me. What advice would you give to inspire someone to be a better wife?
My answer: Oh Diane...I nag!!!  When I do find myself being naggy, I try to be really conscious of it and apologize if I feel it is not helping the matter.  I have really learned, with any relationship, that if there is something going on that doesn't feel right or I feel taken advantage of, that it helps to be gentle and not attacking about it, otherwise defenses will surface and you won't feel heard or truly seen and neither will they.  I try to let my husband know how grateful I am that he does this, this and this before I let him know I am not comfortable with something else.  But there are times when I am grumpy and tired and moody and I just let it out and because he is SO transparent, I see when it is too much for him and that is when I jump in and tell him what really is bothering me...which is most always something not at all related to him but some inner struggle going on.  I don't know if I really have a philosophy on marriage, really.  I just feel it is so important to keep communicating with my husband.  Even with uncomfortable subjects. I really try and take responsibility for my part in the relationship first before I try to fix his and when we do that for one another, we are both being an example to one another of how we want to be.  I think this could be a whole entire post because I have more to share but I'll do that another time.  Thank you for this.  It helps me navigate closer to my love life.

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Anonymous "A" asked: How did you find the courage to stop trying for another baby after adopting Cedar? How do you react/feel when people share stories of miracle pregnancies after adoption and suggest that adoption may kick in some magical hormones? I ask this because I am SO TIRED of other peoples pressure to try for #2, but also feel that nagging pressure inside. It's hard.
My answer: Awesome question and so grateful for the space to explore this. I was so very attached to the idea of being pregnant and birthing my child for so, so long.  Up until I met our birth mom face to face, really.  It was then that something shifted within me with the realization that this spirit baby that I have been feeling near me all these years, was supposed to come into our lives this way.  It was our story for some reason.   The reason for it perhaps didn't need to be known then and may not be fully known for a long time.  I just felt certain about it when I gazed into our birth mom's eyes and felt her tummy and him move around for me. So the courage came from knowing this was our story, the way we were supposed to find one another.  That really helped me to let go of being attached to any one way of how we connect with our child in this realm. Many people have approached me with the concept of having another baby naturally or even adopting and depending on my mood or if I am in a tender space or not, it does pull on some hard parts for me.  Mainly because I am not one of those women that can control it in that way (either biologically or financially).  I have really had to come to a place of accepting that it may always just be the three of us and feeling centered in that vision.  So that if we do end up getting pregnant or adopting another child, it would be such a blessing but not really a goal, if that makes sense?  We are not "trying" for another baby.  We are wanting/needing to be in a space of trust and letting go and accepting what is.  I think what also helps is that Cedar has other bio siblings out there that have been placed for adoption.  I feel confident that someday he will connect with, when all feels aligned and comfortable within those families. (Ingrid...I hope that answers your question about adoption too!!).  So, when people ask me if we want another child or make a joke about a miracle pregnancy post adoption or inquire about us adopting again, my response is always..."we're not trying but if it happens, that would be a blessing.  we are okay with just the three of us. "  What more can they say?

Whew, man...good stuff you guys.  So grateful.

Here is a weekend photo for you of Cedar playing with his new beloved train set:

loving his new train set...

questions for boho girl {answers #1}

laughter.
happy photo of me by my soul sister jess

I am LOVING all of the questions you have asked. This is such a great teacher for me to dig deep for answers within. Answers for things I perhaps haven't truly solidified in my heart or thought consciously about in a long while. Some are deeply personal and some just plain fun.  I am humbled to the core by your kind words and feel the need to say that I never walk on this earth feeling I have the answers to life's mysteries.  My answers come from my own personal journeys.  Oh how my heart, mind and soul are ever waxing and waning as my life unfolds and experiences guide me to evolve.

Today was a craaazy day, so I only have time to answer one question. I plan to answer more than one in future posts.

Lillian Chang asked:  What is the best piece of advice anyone has ever given you? You always seem to have so much knowledge and wisdom and understanding, and I was hoping you could share the best bits of that with us :)

Such an awesome question, Lillian!  What comes to mind is when I was in my early twenties,snuggling up with my friend Suzi, she shared with me something her father had told her when she was upset about how someone had treated her.  He said "always take responsibility for your own happiness."

I remember feeling like a wide space opened up in my heart when first hearing this.  It really shifted things for me.  I, like so many people, had spent moments in my life being a victim when I was hurt or feeling alone or misunderstood.  This idea of taking responsibility for my own happiness felt so empowering.  This realization was both beautiful and hard.  You mean I was fully responsible for my choices and actions and I couldn't really blame anyone in my life today or in my past?  Wow...that takes work.  A lot of work but oh how much richer my life has been and how much more peaceful my relationships are when I remember this.

Isn't that concept so deep and wide and helpful?  It has served as such a guide for me.  During the darkest times in my life when I wanted so badly to blame someone or something else, when it came down to it, I knew it was up to me to pull myself out of the muck.  It was me that needed to remove myself from people or environments that felt toxic and no longer served how I wanted to be in this world.  It was me that found the courage down deep to own my own stuff that surfaced when I felt triggered (i.e. I felt this way when this happened rather than You made me feel this way). 

I think in a sense, it empowered me to make healthier choices and therefore, step deeper into pure joy and happiness.  Its a process, always...an ever present teacher for me.

questions for boho*

boho sunshine

Over the next few weeks, every spare moment of mine (in between Cedar naps and laundry and grocery shopping and meal preps and cleaning our home) I will be writing and gathering stuff for my web designer. Yes, I FINALLY hired a true blue web designer rather than stumbling my way through it myself. I am in the finishing stages of writing my ecourse and I want to have one space where you can go to find me, rather than four different places.

Since I am creating more time for me to stop procrastinating and just get. it. done...I will need to focus focus. So, one of my readers had a fun idea for my blog over the next few weeks. My friend Em had her blog readers ask her questions in the comments and then she answered as many as she could in future blog posts.

So my dearies...if there is something you've been meaning to ask me, I'd love to try my best to answer, as long as it is still protecting the privacy of the rest of my family.

I'm so excited for inspired writing material from you creative beans!  If you don't have a blog and you are writing anonymously, do tell us where you are writing from.  I will be posting these questions (and answers) in my future posts.

xoxox

p.s. my sis has posted stories about our time at the farm over at her blog...SO cute.

visit to the farm*

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cedar in the almond orchard

For a good portion of his life, my sister's husband has dreamed of living on a farm. Knowing my sister, I am not sure if this is what she had always envisioned as where she may grow old with her lovemate. I believe she had in mind a Victorian house on a cliff near the sea...just like many of the romance novels she read. Yet, seeing her dig her hands into Mother Earth and walk up and down her orchard of almond trees, whispering to them...I truly cannot see her anywhere else. She has found her home within her husband's dream and has made it her own dream too. It has been so long since I've seen her so rosy cheeked and deeply connected to nature.  It is pure delight to see him shed his perfectly pressed suit and tie and dig his soles and hands into his dream, with a straw hat and gloves.  Farmer Boy.

There is so much magic in their orchard. It is indeed a home to many faeries and gnomes and the sweet imp that my son is, he brought them all out to play. ; )

Cedar and I would take a walk through the trees in the early morning while Auntie DD was still sleeping. The air was crisp. The wind singing softly through the leaves. The birds melodies and the cow  moo's from farm's near was such a delicious symphony for our ears. We walked hand in hand.  We picked flowers and smelled them.  We crouched down low to watch bugs crawl.  We counted clover leaves.  We stroked our fingers across the bumpy trunks of trees and brushed our faces against their low hanging branches full of leaves.

There has been some emotional upheaval within our family and being together was so very healing. It was simple. And gentle. Moving from moment to moment without plans. Breathing deep. Spilling deep. Holding. Snuggling. Quiet stillness. Mindfulness.  Kindness.  There is something about the country that draws you into slowing down. I forgot about phones and laptops and facebook and blogs and twitter. It brought me nearer to my heart and closer to being present with my surroundings.

Before bedtime, when I would usually be caught up in the routine of bathtime, reading, bottle, bed...we would be sitting out on the porch, watching their three dogs roam around the grass and gravel, singing "twinkle, twinkle little star" in unison while pointing at the massive amounts of sparkles in the clear sky. Sitting on our laps, Cedar watched the sun go down and felt the slight chill come in and the fresh country air made him weary. 

My parents were able to spend some time with us there.  They are rearing a new puppy, so it wasn't easy to pull them away from the routine that puppies need.  They brought Meadow and she was precious.  Sweet tiny fluffy little licking love muffin.  All she wanted to do was smother us in kisses and paws.  My daddy and I took her on a walk in the orchard.  She thought she was in puppy heaven.  Cedar couldn't decide whether he wanted to melt into her or run away.  He so needs a puppy.  Soon, soon.  This is the healthiest I have seen my father in a long time.  His bad back and diabetes has taken such a hard toll on his body and soul.  His circulation is not flowing well in his feet and legs and sometimes fingers.  But in the orchard he was walking stronger than usual.  Perhaps it was the fresh country air or that Meadow is bringing out the youth in him. It just brought me comfort.  Marmie got down on her hands and knees to draw and color with Cedar inside. She was so proud of her creation.  I told her she won the gold star for the day.  I think she needs to color more often.  She always said she wasn't very creative.  I never believed her.  She's created so much beauty around her.

I felt surrounded by love.  I felt safe.  I felt so excited to share Cedar.  Sometimes I wonder, since my sister and parents come from two different generations, if they will observe my parenting and think I am nuts for not being conventional.  But what I ended up feeling was so very strong. I notice those moments when they probably want to give me advice but rather they let go and let me step into my own intuition and knowingness.  There is so much space for me to explore and marinate, to seek and feel secure in my relationship with my son.  It means everything to me.  I know that is rare and I do not take it for granted.

I miss the farm.  I still feel it in my bones.  What I miss most is the late night spillings with my sister that ended up in tear soaked embraces. We both feel very seen and heard.  Together we are learning how to make healthy choices for our lives and in our relationships which is allowing more space for cultivating kindness, gentleness and respect with one another.  Some of this is heart wrenching...to resist old patterns of behavior and thought but yet so full of truth speaking and raw-naked-nothing-to-hide-love.  Its a process but one I am reveling in with my family.

Here are a few images of our time there...

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cedar handing me a flower to smell

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kindred spirits.

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loving my sister's mirror and loving how cedar loves himself in his reflection

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good morning farm!

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peering down to watch a butterfly.  i think cedar wants wings too.

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auntie dd playing cars with cedar

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cedar's post nap bottle.  i am usually snuggling with him but had to take the photo. yes, he still 
drinks at an angle for his GERD.

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uncle jj reading to cedar

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auntie dd reading "i love you, stinky face"

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how you cool off at the farm

Popsicles & Bath
popsicles in a cool bath...another cure for a hot day at the farm

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grandmarmie coloring with cedar {wish this came out more clear}

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at the airport heading home.  love his monkey backpack.

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we are so sad to leave...but missing Boho Boy deeply.