Why Do Girls Love Spring? (Besides Contests?)

Tell everyone why girls love spring at Royal Buffet. . .

Maybe you'll be the one to win a spring-loving, handcrafted diorama!


April 29, 2008  |  Comments (0)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



What Is It? An Alluvial Fan.

A beautiful sea fan? That was my first thought. Venture your guess in the comments and I'll post the answer in a couple of days.


Update: I meant to post the answer the very next day. . . but this week has been a bear! As Candace, A and Allison said, this is an alluvial fan in Xinjiang Province, China. "Covering an area 56.6 x 61.3 km and taken on may 2nd, 2002, this photo shows an alluvial fan that formed on the southern border of the Taklimakan Desert in China. An alluvial fan usually forms as water leaves a canyon, each new stream eventually closing up due to sediment - the result being a triangle of active and inactive channels. The blue ones on the left are currently active"

I think it is beautiful and makes me wonder and the glories of Creation.


April 13, 2008  |  Comments (18)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



Beautiful Baby Wearing

photographer: xthylcaine


January 19, 2008  |  Comments (4)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



World Breastfeeding Week 2008 Photo Contest

I know a lot of y'all are both avid photographers and avid breastfeeding supporters. Combine those passions and participate in the WBW 2008 photo contest! Deadline February 29, 2008. Details here.

What are we looking for?

We need stories that illustrate support for breastfeeding. We are looking for any photo that TELLS A STORY of support. It may be a who, a what or a where! You may be the person who provided the support or the person who received the support.

Illustrate the kind of support you provided or that you received in a photo. When taking photos, think globally and locally! We encourage you to submit photos that reflect different ethnicity and that include breastfeeding children, from a newborn to a child of 2 years or more. Support takes place in different environments, so the support you illustrate may be in a home, in a museum, in a marketplace or in a field.

(Note: I don't know the photographer of the above picture, neither do I know where I found it to give proper credit. If you do see it elsewhere online with credit to the photographer, please let me know so proper attribution can be given. Thanks!)


January 12, 2008  |  Comments (6)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



There'll Be Peace

I didn´t understand
The things you´re going through
I never understood
I really never knew

Carry on, carry on
The sun will always shine
Carry on, carry on
We’ll have a glass of wine
Or cigarette

Take destiny by the hand
And lead it far away
Take it to another land
We will all decay

Carry on, carry on
The sun will always shine
Carry on, carry on
We’ll have a glass of wine
Or cigarette


October 26, 2007  |  Comments (0)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



International Talk Like a Pirate Day

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Arrrrrr! Thankee, Jago.


September 19, 2007  |  Comments (0)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



Art After Dark

Last night we took the boys to the Tampa Museum of Art and their Art After Dark program. We each had iced coffees as we strolled around the museum. I love this stage of life with our family--we do so much together, enjoy it together. I loved the baby/toddler/preschooler time, too--and I miss it. Yet our family has shifted and Hubby and I are conscious of it and really enjoying it.

We spent quite a lot of time looking at the glass sculptures, and it was fascinating to see which pieces caught the boys' attention. Gave me glimpses into their personalities and thoughts. I can't find images online of the pieces I liked most, but they were by Martin Blank and Michael Pavlik.

Overall, though, the boys are still classicists and their favorite exhibits were either Greek, Roman, or reminiscent of the styles of the classical periods.


May 19, 2007  |  Comments (0)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



Still Need That Shoulder

What About Mine?

When you cried as a little baby
Mom and daddy let you cry
Thought that that was the best way maybe
To make you grow all strong inside
Now that you're older
You need someone's shoulder
What about mine?

Growing' up your mind was closed
For repairs for a long long time
You could feel the loneliness in your hairstyle
Just like mine
Now that you've grown up
You still need that shoulder
What the hell are you waiting' for?
It's mine

I promise not to chase you
Only to embrace you
I promise not to bug you
Only just to hug you all night

When you was a little baby
Mom and dad they let you cry
They thought that's the best way maybe
To make you all strong inside
(Were they) wrong? (Yes)
Mine……What about mine?

--Paul Westerberg

Hear it Barlowised.


May 18, 2007  |  Comments (0)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



Poetry for Boys

As part of our homeschooling, Hubby has been reading poetry to the boys. Today he exegeted this gem from Kipling for them.

The Betrothed

“You must choose between me and your cigar.”

OPEN the old cigar-box, get me a Cuba stout,
For things are running crossways, and Maggie and I are out.

We quarrelled about Havanas—we fought o’er a good cheroot,
And I knew she is exacting, and she says I am a brute.

Open the old cigar-box—let me consider a space;
In the soft blue veil of the vapour musing on Maggie’s face.

Maggie is pretty to look at—Maggie’s a loving lass,
But the prettiest cheeks must wrinkle, the truest of loves must pass.

There’s peace in a Larranaga, there’s calm in a Henry Clay;
But the best cigar in an hour is finished and thrown away—

Thrown away for another as perfect and ripe and brown—
But I could not throw away Maggie for fear o’ the talk o’ the town!

Maggie, my wife at fifty—grey and dour and old—
With never another Maggie to purchase for love or gold!

And the light of Days that have Been the dark of the Days that Are,
And Love’s torch stinking and stale, like the butt of a dead cigar—

The butt of a dead cigar you are bound to keep in your pocket—
With never a new one to light tho’ it’s charred and black to the socket!

Open the old cigar-box—let me consider a while.
Here is a mild Manila—there is a wifely smile.

Which is the better portion—bondage bought with a ring,
Or a harem of dusky beauties, fifty tied in a string?

Counsellors cunning and silent—comforters true and tried,
And never a one of the fifty to sneer at a rival bride?

Thought in the early morning, solace in time of woes,
Peace in the hush of the twilight, balm ere my eyelids close,

This will the fifty give me, asking nought in return,
With only a Suttee’s passion—to do their duty and burn.

This will the fifty give me. When they are spent and dead,
Five times other fifties shall be my servants instead.

The furrows of far-off Java, the isles of the Spanish Main,
When they hear my harem is empty will send me my brides again.

I will take no heed to their raiment, nor food for their mouths withal,
So long as the gulls are nesting, so long as the showers fall.

I will scent ’em with best vanilla, with tea will I temper their hides,
And the Moor and the Mormon shall envy who read of the tale of my brides.

For Maggie has written a letter to give me my choice between
The wee little whimpering Love and the great god Nick o’ Teen.

And I have been servant of Love for barely a twelvemonth clear,
But I have been Priest of Cabanas a matter of seven year;

And the gloom of my bachelor days is flecked with the cheery light
Of stumps that I burned to Friendship and Pleasure and Work and Fight.

And I turn my eyes to the future that Maggie and I must prove,
But the only light on the marshes is the Will-o’-the-Wisp of Love.

Will it see me safe through my journey or leave me bogged in the mire?
Since a puff of tobacco can cloud it, shall I follow the fitful fire?

Open the old cigar-box—let me consider anew—
Old friends, and who is Maggie that I should abandon you?

A million surplus Maggies are willing to bear the yoke;
And a woman is only a woman, but a good Cigar is a Smoke.

Light me another Cuba—I hold to my first-sworn vows.
If Maggie will have no rival, I’ll have no Maggie for Spouse!

--Rudyard Kipling

Rumor has it A.A. Milne poems will be featured next week, in honor of R-almost-8's birthday.


February 15, 2007  |  Comments (7)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



Welcome, Baby Boy!

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Please join me in praising our Lord for another baby boy for my friends Tara and Jorge. We've known each other since our oldest boys were babies together. I've cried tears of joy for her tonight, hearing of the birth of her third son, into his father's hands.

Birth art by Nancy Bright


February 06, 2007  |  Comments (2)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



Amazon Christmas Order Excitement!

I ordered my absolute most favorite Christmas album on cd last year through Amazon. I listened to this cassette over and over and over again when I was younger, and not just at Christmas.

My order last November was delayed because Amazon didn't have it in stock and couldn't get it in stock. Every few weeks, I'd get an e-mail, "Do you still want us to try to fulfill the order?" I kept selecting yes so it's been in my "order history" for ages.

(The year before I was careless in ordering, and inadvertantly bought the wrong album, right artist. Since we were in Ukraine, I didn't bother trying to trade it for the right one.)

Today I received and e-mail--it's been shipped! Woohoo! I'll be all set for Christmas this year! It's only taken three Christmases.


November 11, 2006  |  Comments (7)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



Music / Listening and Watching

Singer/songwriter Pat Gahn has a new website, which y'all just have to visit. You can listen to bits of his americana/folk/blues online, but you still have to buy his album via snail mail. And if you are in the southwest, try to catch a show live.

While it's easier to catch Chris Thile live, he's not touring in Florida anytime soon so I've been watching/listening via YouTube. (This isn't for the faint-of-connection-speed.)

Next in my to-buy queue is O How the Mighty Have Fallen from my sentimental, long-beloved band, the Choir.


November 06, 2006  |  Comments (2)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



Museum Day! September 30th!

This past Monday, Hubby took the boys to the Ringling Art Museum. Every Monday admission is free. I asked the boys what made an impression this visit. J10 talked about the Fates cutting the life string of the young lovers. C6 piped up about "the head in the basket" referring to beheaded John the Baptist. R7's favorite was the Blue Madonna, but he also described finding a cat "hidden" in a still life. T8 was reluctant to name a "favorite."

We love museums. And so I was especially excited to see this:

On September 30, 2006, for one day only, museums across the country will join the Smithsonian Institution in its long-standing tradition of offering free admission to visitors.

How Does The General Public Participate?

Museum Day is on a Saturday, and museums across the country are participating. Click here to find a local museum to visit.

Participating museums in Florida include:

Amelia Island Museum of History
Fernandina Beach

Appleton Museum of Art

Elliott Museum

Florida International Museum
St. Petersburg

Kid City, The Children's Museum of Tampa

Leepa-Rattner Museum of Art St. Petersburg
Palm Harbor

Lowe Art Museum
Coral Gables

Miami Museum of Science & Planetarium

Mote Marine Laboratory and Aquarium

Navy UDT-SEAL Museum
Fort Pierce

Orange County Regional History Center

South Florida Museum

The Alger-Sullivan Historical Society

The John And Mable Ringling Museum of Art

The Mary Brogan Museum of Art and Science

The Mennello Museum of American Art

So hard to choose!


September 20, 2006  |  Comments (0)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



Breastfeeding Art

Over the past several years, I've shared some of the examples of breastfeeding art that have moved me.

Now I've found a website that is combination art history and lactivism:
Breastfeeding Art. I especially like the timeline.

This post is part of a World Breastfeeding Week 2006 series.


August 05, 2006  |  Comments (2)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



Fine Art Friday - Listening to the Bird


See more from Kelly.


July 28, 2006  |  Comments (5)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



Fine Art Friday - Peasant Wedding


Pieter Bruegel, Peasant Wedding

When I was growing up, we had a print of this in our kitchen. I remember my Mom talking to us about both the story as well as the painting techniques used.

I'm flying out to Arizona today. My sister is to be married on Tuesday! I anticipate there will be great joy--though that's probably the only thing her wedding will have in common with this painting.


July 07, 2006  |  Comments (5)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



I Went Out Walking

I went out walking through the streets paved with gold
Lifted some stones
Saw the skin and bones
Of a city without a soul
I went out walking under an atomic sky
Where the ground won't turn
And the rain it burns
Like the tears when I said goodbye

Yeah I went with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering

I went drifting through the capitals of tin
Where men can't walk
Or freely talk
And sons turn their fathers in
I stopped outside a church house
Where the citizens like to sit
They say they want the kingdom
But they don't want God in it

I went out riding
Down that ol' eight lane
I passed by a thousand signs
Looking for my own name

I went with nothing
But the thought you'd be there too
Looking for you

I went out there
In search of experience
To taste and to touch
And to feel as much
As a man can
Before he repents

I went out searching, lookin' for one good man
A spirit who would not bend or break
Who would sit at his father's right hand
I went out walking with a bible and a gun
The word of God lay heavy on my heart
I was sure I was the one
Now Jesus, don't you wait up
Jesus, I'll be home soon
Yeah I went out for the papers
Told her I'd be back by noon

Yeah I left with nothing
But the thought you'd be there too
Looking for you...
Yeah I left with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you...
I went wandering

U2 / Johnny Cash


June 30, 2006  |  Comments (3)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



Tried to Philosophize Your Pain


This is the healing
Give me tears from all your bitter years
This is the healing
Salt the wounds, the healing will come soon

Visual and lyrical images by Micheal Knott


June 27, 2006  |  Comments (3)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



Fine Art Friday


The Blue Madonna (attributed to Carlo Dolci) can be seen locally at the John and Mable Ringling Museum of Art.

(Fine Art Friday Curator: Carol)


June 23, 2006  |  Comments (6)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



Fine Art Fridays

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Little Fourteen-Year-Old Dancer, Edgar Degas, Musée d'Orsay

(Via Classical Kristen and Carol)


June 16, 2006  |  Comments (6)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



Birth Art

**warning, very sensitive**

This link goes to a page with c-section birth art.

Very moving.


May 30, 2006  |  Comments (6)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



Ah, Dreaming. . .

You Belong in Paris
Stylish and a little sassy, you were meant for Paris.
The art, the fashion, the wine, the men!
Whether you're enjoying the cafe life or a beautiful park...
You'll love living in the most chic place on earth.
What City Do You Belong In?

(Via Oh Stephanie of Little Faith)


March 07, 2006  |  Comments (1)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



Queen Susan, The Gentle

Critics who treat adult as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence. And in childhood and adolescence they are, in moderation, healthy symptoms. Young things ought to want to grow. But to carry on into middle life or even into early manhood this concern about being an adult is a mark of really arrested development. When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.

C.S. Lewis

Fan fic worth reading:

Title: The Queen's Return
Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia
Summary: Once a king or queen in Narnia, always a king or queen in Narnia.

(Via Rebecca)


January 14, 2006  |  Comments (7)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



Anyone At All

In my life, sorrow has kissed my lonely heart
Fear of man tears me apart
And I try, but many times I've loved the world
So many times I've been the whore
And I cried a million tears, or maybe more
So many times I have been the whore
I will fall down on my knees

. . .

. . .

Cos if I could be anyone at all
Well, if I could be anyone at all
Let me be the whore at your feet


November 04, 2005  |  Comments (6)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



Arrived In The Mail. . .

. . .and playing on the computer speakers.

Why Should the Fire Die?


October 07, 2005  |  Comments (5)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink




Sitting in a local coffee shop. Comfy arm chairs. Hot latte. Classic jazz. Wifi. Solitude.


September 09, 2005  |  Comments (7)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



Breastfeeding and the Bible

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Spring Nursing, Mt. Monadnock
Pastel and Pencil by Susan Wadsworth

"For you will nurse and be satisfied
at her comforting breasts;
you will drink deeply
and delight in her overflowing abundance."

For this is what the LORD says:
"I will extend peace to her like a river,
and the wealth of nations like a flooding stream;
you will nurse and be carried on her arm
and dandled on her knees.

As a mother comforts her child,
so will I comfort you;
and you will be comforted over Jerusalem."

Isaiah 66:11-13

The Bible is full of imagery of breastfeeding and nurturing mothers. What can we learn about God's design for breastfeeding? Start studying with these articles by Cyndi Egbert and Nancy Campbell.

This post is part of a World Breastfeeding Week 2005 series.


August 07, 2005  |  Comments (1)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



Breastfeeding Art IX


You can contact artist Jennifer Staumbaugh at jenstumby at sbcglobal dot net.

This post is part of a World Breastfeeding Week 2005 series.


August 05, 2005  |  Comments (3)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



Breastfeeding Art VIII

Mother and Child, by Joanne Burns

(Via the ProMom Gallery)

This post is part of a World Breastfeeding Week 2005 series.


August 04, 2005  |  Comments (0)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



Breastfeeding Art VII

Rosamunde and Her Newborn Nursling, by Sora

These gentle Cotton Mother Dolls are designed by a homebirthing, breastfeeding mother in a way that reflects the artistry of God's birthing and breastfeeding design.

This post is part of a World Breastfeeding Week 2005 series.


August 02, 2005  |  Comments (0)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



Breastfeeding Art VI

Breastfeeding Statue from Spain

From the collection of Ted Greiner.

This post is part of a World Breastfeeding Week 2005 series.


August 01, 2005  |  Comments (2)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



Baby, You're Making Me Crazy

"The one thing I have not written about, that I don't really talk about, is the year after my son was born: the year I went crazy. I've been trying to find a way to tell this story, and I think that in order to have it make sense, I need to start at the beginning. My son's birth day." --Amy

Amy is going where so many of us are afraid to tread, writing in her vulnerable, cut-to-the heart way about post-partum depression.
A Baby Story -- Part One of A Tale I Don't Tell

Part Two -- Birth

Part Three -- All We Need to Know of Hell

The End: The Monster


March 07, 2005  |  Comments (2)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



To Live Content

"To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not, rich; to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with open heart; to study hard; to think quietly, act frankly, talk gently, await occasions, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common--this is my symphony."

--William Henry Channing


February 22, 2005  |  Comments (7)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



At the Opera

Tonight we went to the National Opera House for a performance of La Bohème, went out for coffee and walked along Khreshatyk.

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I recently finished reading Bel Canto (recommended by Megan and amazingly found at the Stoned Baboon.) As I watched the audience during the intermissions, I picked out which ones were true opera lovers like some of the characters in the book.

And while there were no Yushchenko, Tak! scarves, orange was very prominent on stage last night. Hubby has more photos and thoughts up.


January 08, 2005  |  Comments (2)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



Happy Birthday, Sister!


Daughter to Mother to Daughter

I am a child,
and as I try to find myself,
I see your face.
Even when I am alone, I feel
the tug of your fingers as they
wash and groom, direct and sooth.

I am growing,
and as God shapes me,
I see your creases in my smile,
and discover your worry-lines 'round my eyes.
I bear the marks of our battles,
and covet the trophies of your praises.

I am a woman,
and as I wince with pain
at learning your trade,
I cradle the child God has given me.
I detect your shadow in her first steps,
and catch your melodies in her songs.

I am a mother,
and as I brush away tears of frustration,
or pin back wisps of golden hair,
I practice your cadenced speech
and try to model your many strengths,
redeem your seldom failures.

I am wiser,
and as my eyes grow weaker,
my vision remains clear:
my hands work feverishly to finish the task
you passed on to me.
You shaped me, and now I shape.
You mirrored, and now I mirror.
You nurtured, and now I try.

For I am a child, a woman,
a daughter, a mother.
And as I hold my granddaughter’s face in my hands,
I see the marks of our instructions.
Together we bear and bury,
give and take,
laugh and cry.

We are mothers. We are daughters. We are sisters.
Intertwined in the quest to raise a generation,
connect the past, prepare for the future.
By God's help, we steward for a season,
and then we wait,
and watch,
and listen...
To one day hear her say,
...I am HIS child

© 2004 Little House Blog


January 07, 2005  |  Comments (4)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



You, Too?

Hubby came home with a surprise for me today, U2's How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb. While I get sentimental when I hear certain U2 songs, I've never been the huge fan other people I know are. But when I read some reviews a few weeks ago, I added it to my wishlist. (I thought I read a review by Gideon Strauss, but now I can't find it)

I've only listend to it a few time while cleaning the kitchen, so don't expect a thoughtful review from me. But I'm enjoying it.


January 04, 2005  |  Comments (6)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



Life Imitates Art

"Life comes before literature, as the material always comes before the work. The hills are full of marble before the world blooms with statues." --Phillips Brooks

Do you ever have dripping-with-irony weeks? The past few have been like that here. There are so many things going on internally and externally in my life, and then I read something or experience something that just seems too. . . too contrived, almost. Irony at it's finest. Feeling like I'm living out the plot of a postmodern novel or French movie. Surreal.

(Quote via Brandywine Books)


December 15, 2004  |  Comments (2)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



Going, going, gone. . .

As I post this, there are only four hours left to bid on this painting inspired by the Orange Revolution. All proceeds will go to charity.

Update from Angel:

Hi! I have terrific news!!!!!! Thanks to the auction $217.50 will be donated for the people on the square! Here is a bit of the email from the winning bidder:


I'm looking forward to receiving your painting (saw it on tulipgirl.com). My wife and I are moving to Kiev for work next spring and the painting will be going with us.

Thanks to all who bid in support of Ukraine!


December 07, 2004  |  Comments (7)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



Art for Democracy II

Support Democracy in Ukraine -- All Proceeds Donated

created by Angel

Painting inspired by and painted while listening to:
Музика: гурт ГРИНДЖОЛИ & радіо "Західний Полюс" Повстанська пісня

Разом нас багато
Нас не подолати!

Фальсифікаціям. Ні!
Махінаціям. Ні!
Понятіям. Ні!
Ні брехні!
Ющенко, Ющенко!
Це наш президент.
Так! Так! Так!

Разом нас багато
Нас не подолати!

Ми не бидло
Ми не козли.
Ми України
Доньки і сини
Зараз чи ніколи
Годі чекати
Разом нас багато
Разом нас не подолати

Разом нас багато
Нас не подолати!"

(Dan has the translation online.)

More art for Ukraine


December 01, 2004  |  Comments (6)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



Art for Democray


by Maia, at House of the Dog


November 28, 2004  |  Comments (9)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



God's Awful Love

‘Oh,’ the priest said, ‘that’s another thing altogether—God is love. I don’t say the heart doesn’t feel a taste of it, but what a taste. The smallest glass of love mixed with a pint pot of ditch-water. We wouldn’t recognize that love. It might even look like hate. It would be enough to scare us—God’s love. It set fire to a bush in the desert, didn’t it, and smashed open graves and set the dead walking in the dark. Oh, a man like me would run a mile to get away if he felt that love around.’

--the priest in Graham Greene’s The Power and the Glory

Hubby read this book last year and wrote about it in The Whisky Priest in Us All. I just finished The Power and the Glory, and I like it as much as the first Greene novel I read, Travels with my Aunt.


October 26, 2004  |  Comments (3)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



Breastfeeding Art II


"Awaiting Chair" John Beahm
from the ProMom Art Gallery


August 02, 2004  |  Comments (1)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



Breastfeeding Art I


Madonna Nursing the Christ Child 1609 Orazio Gentileschi.
Collection of National Museum of Art of Romania.
© 1997 National Museum of Art of Romania.


August 01, 2004  |  Comments (2)  |  TrackBack (0)  |  Permalink



The Swing

How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!

Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
River and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside--

Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown--
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!

From Child's Garden of Verses


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A Thing of Beauty is a Joy Forever


(From Breastfeeding News via Jordana)


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