Monday, November 14, 2011

Belly Dance Orphan

This last weekend the Hiplash gals piled into Mindy's little red bug and invaded the studio of my favorite ATS troupe Twisted Gypsy.  We spent Saturday and Sunday learning moves introduced into the FCBD vocabulary by Devi of Ghawazee Caravan from Down Under.  It was very fun, and I am excited to work them into Hiplash's vocabulary.  But of course, I was sick.  And I was having dizzy spells.  AND I had my period.  Why oh why is it that whenever I get a cold or the flu or any other kind of ailment, I must deal with the monthly visitor?  It's like my body says, Hey!  Life sucks for you right now.  Let's make it suck MORE.

But I digress.

At the end of the workshop, I was asked if Alice was Belly Dance Orphan.  I had to pause and think on that for a moment, because, while I do leave her at home for rehearsal and class time, I often try to figure out how to include her when I go to festivals.  But more importantly, Alice has a greater belly dance family, and is not "orphaned", because of belly dance.  Had Mindy not become a belly dancer herself, and had Julia not started the Buy a Baby for Faizeh Fund, nay, movement, who knows where she would have ended up.  That thought is so bizarre to me, because Alice is so deeply, wholly, and completely MINE. 

It's like Barbara Eden was watching in her pink outfit and blinked her eyes at just the right moments to make everything fall into place.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Welcome to My Crib

As you know, the arrival of The Bunny was abrupt.  I did not have nine months to ponder and research and peruse websites and stores finding the perfect decor for her.  Since I had collected several Classic Pooh items over the years, we went with that throughout her room, and I registered for the first Classic Pooh crib set I came across, and I received two almost immediately.  It's a very cute set, though it's gender-neutral (which I have determined means "Let's eliminate any signs that a girl is a female and instead turn her into an androgynous Pat").  I did receive a hand-me-down crib set which was made in part out of a very pretty pink and white toile.  However, the other part was chenille, and I am violently opposed to chenille.  In fact, I support the complete eradication of chenille, though I know that's totally not PC.

Subsequently, I have come across some really girly, really pretty, totally awesome crib sets.  Many people on etsy will custom make your crib set even!  Oh, how I wish I'd known this!  Yet, nothing has broken my heart more than coming across this:


I mean, really!  What could possibly be more perfect for a bohemian mom who also loves the fact that she has a girly girl than Indian block print baby items, and in pink???  This is from Rikshaw Designs, and that's not all.  They have all sorts of wonderful baby sundries!  Of course, this bohemian mom is married to a teacher.  So...that means I shop at Target, not at hoity toity fabulous boutiques with hand-blocked cotton.  I would SO make a really great rich person.  I would contribute to the economy regularly!

Ah, well.  Now that she's getting bigger and bigger, we're starting to look for a "big girl bed."  And that isn't making me weepy AT ALL.

Monday, November 7, 2011

Mommy and Alice


My troupe Hiplash did a photo shoot recently, and just as I was getting ready to leave, the photographer (Stephanie Lyons of Lyons Portraits) snapped this.

Ah, Toddlerhood

I have not changed my mind- yet.  Alice remains in my view the most perfect, sanguine, and easiest child to raise.  And really, she is pretty easy.  She likes to hug me.  She's a very interesting conversationalist.  Most of the time she is promptly obedient.  However, she will be two years old in a month, and there is no realistic way to ignore this fact.

See, amidst her hugs and video-worthy songs and soliloquies, there is emerging a tiny person who has not yet learned that every minute detail of her life will not be simple or even what she desires.  The singing caterpillar might require more room for its transport than her initial calculations.  The wall will remain steadfastly in place instead of sidestepping her sprint down the hall.  She will be required to consume food substances other than pizza.  She will have to risk missing the dancing ponies and unicorns that are sure to arrive, and take a nap.

Clearly, these are trials that cannot be borne.

And yet, through her unique and difficult tribulations, Alice manages to find happiness.  Each morning, she still wakes up, full of hope and in a good mood, she still sings Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and cheers for her own moving performance, and she still delights in the cat when it is sleeping on the couch.

I've been taking Advil a bit more regularly of late, thanks to an increase in unruly-child-related headaches, but every time she gives me a kiss and tells me she loves me, it's all worth it.