Witchling is my last baby. And he’s not even a baby anymore 😭

This morning, I was having a bout of the lastisms. I have “baby fever” every so often, when I miss the teeny tiny snuggles that having a baby completely reliant of you entailed.

But I don’t miss anything else that comes with having a baby. At. All.

When Witchling bounds over to me and asks me in his super sweet big boy voice to scoop me up and snuggle him, my heart just melts.

This morning, we’re sitting at breakfast at our local donut and biscuit shop, when I start sharing with Hubby some of my lastisms. I’m between misting and crying, and Hubby jokes that I should hold onto these until Witchling is 12…or 30. Witchling then jumps up and declares potty, so Hubby takes him.

As if on cue, his lullaby, Everlong (Foo Fighters) begins playing on the radio in the shop. Witchling and Hubby emerge between the first and second verses and before the first refrain. Witchling realizes what song is playing, gives me the biggest hug, and sits with me, singing along to the rest of the song.

These moments. These are what matter.


Blessed Imbolc and Charming of the Plow

Signs of spring have started to pop up around our yard. We have three bulbs that have begun to sprout in our front yard. Two are bulbs Witchlette and I planted at Imbolc last year, the third is one of the remaining daffodil bulbs around our oak tree.

This evening, at dinner, we conducted our first Charming of the Plow ritual.

I had an offering bowl at the table with a bulb and some seeds to bless, which will be planted in our new yard.

We blessed our meal, and I shared the following

Today, what many people call Imbolc, our Germanic ancestors Kew at Charming of the Plow.

Tonight, we honor Odin Allfather, cheif among the gods. We honor Freyr, who rides his golden boar across the sky for longer and longer time. Skal and cheers to Skadi and Ullr, whose time of rule is almost through. They will soon retreat back to Skadi’s mountainous winter fortress. For Thor, whose rains are to come and for Sif, whose grains are to grow. Tonight, we give special acknowledgement to Gefjon, who took four oxen, her son’s, yoked them to a plow, and carved a plot of land just for her kin. To Frigg Allmother, with an honor of milk, as the kids and calves are being born, milk is flowing, and wool.os being harvested and spun. Above all, this night, we honor Jord, Earth Mother. May you have fields growing and flourishing,
propagating and strengthening,
tall shafts, bright crops,
and red tomato crops,
and soft sage crops,
and all earth’s crops.
May Nerthus grant you
that your produce be guarded against any enemies,
and that it be kept safe from harm,
from poisons sown around the land.
Now I bid the Mother, who shaped this world,
that none shall overturn the words thus spoken.

Final words taken from The Pagan Grove.

Hail to Gefjon

Hail to Jord

Hail, Skal, and Blessed Be

Snow progression

It snowed quite a bit in the south east last week.

Taking into account school being closed for the MLK holiday Monday, I worked at school one day last week: Tuesday.

The snow started around 8:30 in Raleigh. It continued to snow through the day until 6:30-7:00.

Thursday and Friday were also snow days, as it was still pretty much everywhere until late into the afternoon Friday.

Wednesday, a snowman amidst the falling snow.

Thursday, just as cold but clear, and we added a carrot.

Friday, clear and shrinking from melt

Saturday, almost gone

Sunday, only a scarf remains

The proof is in the sleep

For two nights in a row, I set up a sleep recipe in my diffuser across from our bed: equal parts lavender and cedarwood oils. Hubby and I, the first night, quickly and easily settled into sleep dispite not feeling “totally” ready. I would dare to say it was my best nights sleep since 2011-2012, when I started the infertility journey which then led to the parenting journey. No matter how much you love your kiddos, it’s a fact that you lose sleep as you are needed at all times of night for years.

So, we fell asleep with the diffuser on, with enough liquid for 45 minutes, Thursday night and we woke Friday so refreshed. I repeated Friday night. We again woke super refreshed Saturday morning. Each night I made a new batch and set it to run.

Last night, however, we went to bed later and I didn’t stop to make more for the diffuser. The two of us tossed and turned struggled to fall asleep, even though we were actually tired.

This afternoon, I made a jar of it, so I can shake and pour into the diffuser without having to make more each night before bed. This amount should keep us flush in peaceful sleepy smells for at least a week.

For anyone new to oils, it’s 10 drops of oil to 100 ml of water. The jar measures 300 ml of water. I want equal parts lavendar and cedarwood, so that would be 15 drops each, balancing the 10 : 100.

I also ordered rollers and plan to make my own roller blends in the coming months.

And, since we are on the final push of packing and moving, it may truly be months before I get to making the rollers.


This morning, Witchling remained in bed until shortly after 7. Yay Saturday!

When he started to sound restless, I called in on his monitor and invited him to come lay with us until Witchlette awoke and they could have tablet time together.

I asked him how he slept, and he said good. He then said he had dreams.

What did you dream of?



No, Gods.

Oh! Which ones.

Loki and Thor. Does Thor have a hammer?


What does Loki have?


No, he holds something. … Is Loki a good guy or a bad guy?

He can be a good guy, but he also can be a bad guy.

Oh. Is Iron Man a good guy?


Ok. Can we watch cooking videos?

My main takeaway is that while most of what he understands of the lore is still based in Marvel, he distinguishes heroes and Gods. It’s definitely a start.