This Dusty House

Pumping Tidbits #6

Authors: Jeanette deBoer

Two more weeks left of school. It's time to focus, refocus, write papers, complete research, check off the final bits of group work.

I was recently approached by a mom-to-be who had been accepted into a masters program. She wanted to know what my experience had been like. My response was a bit disjointed, a stream of random...

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Pumping Tidbits #5

Authors: Jeanette deBoer

I used to think it wrong to knit in class. Then, I stopped sleeping through the night every night and started dozing with my eyes open through every lecture. Now, I bring a sock to every class, a simple pattern, and a sharper mind. 

I just hope my professors don't mind. 







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Pumping Tidbits #4

Authors: Jeanette deBoer

On my way here, to my weird little room off the 8th floor bathroom, I saw a woman and a stroller head toward the iSchool's elevators. Was she a student? A professor or one of the library staff on maternity leave? She was gone too fast to ask, but I wanted to, I really did. 

This gig can be so lonely. There are school...

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Pumping Tidbits #3

Authors: Jeanette deBoer

Yesterday was my birthday. I'm never very good at celebrating it. Maybe that's because it comes right after February, in all its grey bleakness. Maybe I'm too tired and too cold to care enough about the day. This year, I kept forgetting that it was coming. There's too much else going on I my life to spend much time thinking...

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Pumping Tidbits #2

Authors: Jeanette deBoer

There is one month to the end of this semester. A summer of being nothing but a parent stretches before me. Almost five months, just for me and Isabel. 

What am I going to do with myself?

No papers to worry about. No group assignments to juggle. No pump to lug around, no pumping sessions to squeeze in. 

Maybe it will...

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Pumping Tidbits #1

Authors: Jeanette deBoer

I forgot to pack Isabel's bottles in her diaper bag this morning. I got a slightly panicked phone call from her sitter in the middle of my first class. By the time I managed to return her call, she'd already solved the problem. I returned to class kicking and cursing myself anyway. 

Yesterday, I felt capable, like I was...

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This Dusty Kitchen: Beef Stew and Cheese Roll Biscuits

Authors: Jeanette deBoer

I am not a food blogger.
Well, wait a minute. That can't be entirely true, since this post is going to be about food, and I even have a whole section of this blog dedicated to the various eats that come out of my kitchen. I guess what I actually mean is that I'm not a very good food blogger. I could never dedicated a whole...

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Off My Needles: A Baby Sweater for Chilly Days

Authors: Jeanette deBoer

I didn't do much knitting in the months before Isabel's arrival. Oddly, I felt a little guilty about it. I was going to be a new mother. Shouldn't I be knitting little baby things like mad for the tiny person that would be needing them? In fact, the only thing I had knitted up for Isabel was a light baby blanket, intended...

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Time to Paint: Accessorizing

Authors: Jeanette deBoer

As soon as I finished painting and cleaned up the epic mess I caused by spending 4 days at the project, I realized my accessory situation was a little lacking. I've spent all 3 years we've lived in this house waiting for a time when we would be done renovations and could actually start the decorating stage. Now, with every...

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Time To Paint: A Makeover Reveal

Authors: Jeanette deBoer

Nothing spruces up a space more than a fresh coat of paint. I don't always feel like I'm either a great decorator or the most immaculate house keeper, but somehow, painting a room makes me feel like both. Recently, Benjamin Moore sent me one of their ben & ME bags to try out. The timing was perfect, considering the...

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