This Dusty House

A Baby Hat for Sunny Days and Blonde Locks

Authors: Jeanette deBoer

Day by day, my daughter gets blonder. Over the winter, I hardly noticed. We spent our days indoors, or bundled in heavy winter clothing. But now, the sun is bright and warm and every time we step outside the door, it glints off the gold strands of her hair.

And beneath? Her scalp seems far too close to the sun.
A couple...

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A Perfect Warm Slice of Bread

Authors: Jeanette deBoer

Bread is a simple thing. Flour, water, yeast. Nothing else is really necessary to create a loaf.

Just flour, water, and yeast would make for a loaf of bread that tastes like shit though. My loaf is better. It contains salt and sugar and oil. It's not much more complicated, but it's just right. I've been eating this bread...

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A Peak in Isabel's Nursery

Authors: Jeanette deBoer


For the first 6 months of her life, Isabel slept in our room. Some nights, I miss that arrangement. At Christmas, we moved her downstairs, into her own bedroom, the room that used to be our master bedroom, and then a guest room/office.

I didn't do much with the room before we moved her furniture into it. In hindsight, I...

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Our Home These Days

Authors: Jeanette deBoer

My home is not Pinterest pretty. It never has been, but there was a time when I strove to make it so. Some days, it bothered me that I didn't have what it took - the money, the time, the creativity - to turn this little house into something that could grace the pages of Style at Home. These days, in the 8 months or so since...

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Baby Sleep and Mommy Wars

Authors: Jeanette deBoer


I'm fairly convinced that my daughter is never going to sleep through the night. I'm going to be nursing her at 1 am and 4 am until she's 18 and moves out of the house.
(Of course, when I envision this, she's always a baby. I can't imagine her as a teenager. Not yet. I can't even imagine her as a toddler and she hits that...

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Off My Needles: Bubbly Socks

Authors: Jeanette deBoer

I used to think knit socks were kind of silly. Too thick, for sure. And slouchy. My grandmother used to keep hers up with a rubber band around her ankle. I certainly didn't want to wear them. Why would I knit something I didn't want to wear?
And then I got my first pair. And they were wonderful. Not too thick. Not slouchy....

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Playing With Clay

Authors: Jeanette deBoer

A little while back, my mom got into pottery in a big way. It started with a class at a studio and culminated in the building of her own studio in their drive-in shed complete with a throwing wheel, a kiln, and buckets and buckets of glaze. Her creations are beautiful: colourful mugs, plates, pitchers, knitting bowls. You...

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Pumping Tidbits #7

Authors: Jeanette deBoer

This is the last pumping session. Perhaps the last ever. By the time I'm back in school come September, I hope Isabel will be either fully weaned off the breast, or at least settled on two or three feedings a day. I would love to not have to lug my pump around anymore. To not worry about my supply. 

This is the last day...

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Future Of The Blog

Authors: Jeanette deBoer

Tomorrow is my last day of classes for the year. It seems that maybe I've managed to come out on the other side of my first year of library school with my sanity, dignity, and GPA more or less intact. Now, five months of time with Isabel stretches before me before I begin my second and final year of the program.
It is my...

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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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