Short version: Three kids, Ph.D. dropout, Catholic mama, artist, writer, babywearer, attachment-parent hippie.
Longer version: I used to be that person who said nursing would give you tribal boobs, childbirth was gross, and babies were icky needy creatures who would barf on you.
Pregnancy gave me an excuse to quit my Ph.D. program, which I hated anyway, because I liked teaching more than research. I told my mother that when I had my baby, I’d never put him down. She rolled her eyes, but I got a Moby wrap and GUESS WHAT MOM? I WAS RIGHT!
That felt good.
ANYWAY. Now I facilitate other people never putting their babies down by teaching babywearing. I primarily use woven wraps to carry my three boys, and am a Didymos girl at heart – especially old indios. I have churned through more wraps than I will ever, ever publicly admit.
Co-sleep, cloth diaper, no paper towels, no bleach, no fragrances, blah blah blah. Except conditioner and makeup. I may die of follicular meningitis cancer, but I will have gorgeous hair. Damn it.
The last thing we needed to be insufferable hippies was some weird dietary prescriptions. All of my sons have had severe food intolerances from birth. While my oldest was solely milk/soy protein intolerant, the other two also have had issues (at various times) with gluten, nuts, eggs, a host of veggies, and onions. All have also had severe reflux and the accompanying host of skin and gut issues. Luckily, I’m personally only mildly gluten intolerant. Hurrah?
My three boys learn about life, literacy, and the pursuit of happiness in the world at large rather than at school. We like to play outside as much as possible, hit things with sticks, and throw mud. We also do lots and lots of art. I like to write, paint, crochet, sew, and make things in general, and I drag my kids along with me for the ride. My bathtub is covered in dye stains and my kitchen wall is splattered in acrylics. Oops.
Basically, I stay home all day with small kids and tie-dye stuff. Dear grad school: I win.
A brief note on the sunglasses: in my early 20s, I became acutely light sensitive. This means that unshaded daylight is generally physically painful on all but the rainiest of days. Occasionally, this also holds true inside. Hence the giant shades.