Ewwww, say what?

So long story short there's a placenta in my freezer.

One of the many gory details of giving birth at home is making decisions about things like placenta.  I won't go into detail here about the many things people do with it these days, but I chose to save it in the freezer with plans to bury it under a tree.
The placenta (is it making you uncomfortable that I keep saying it?) holds the striking image of a tree and is called the Tree of Life in many cultures.  It just seemed fitting.

Honeycrisp apple, may you live a long and healthy life in our orchard and someday bear nine pound fruit.

Comparisons

Mama  and Ole 

 at 10 months old

I pulled out my baby book this week to see how Ole stacks up against his old mum. 

Well, first of all, there's the hair!  At ten months I have an actual hairstyle requiring scissors.  Ole has a few wispy strands that just crest the tops of his ears.  I had two chins whereas he has only one.  And it's hard to tell here, but my eyes are blue versus his green.

I do see a resemblance, though.  Do you?