About us

Virginia and Rusti were raised by a mother, Mary, who had been around babies from a very young age. Mary was rocking cradles, singing to babes, supplying sugar-rag soothers at rotating pioneer-style ‘day-care’ homes. When neighboring mothers dropped off their babies, one wet-nurse mom and older children of the house cared for them while moms went by wagon and sleigh into town on errands. 

 

Mary understood babies and passed that awareness on to her daughters. Their mother said, "Rusti was Virginia’s baby.” Virginia, like her mother, practiced on cousins and other wee ones, before Rusti, her baby sister came along.

 

Virginia had the last of her six babies two and a half years before Rusti’s son was born. The teaching continued. They were both always told, “You have such good babies.” Virginia, with her six, heard that exponentially more often, finally becoming frustrated and retorting, “It wasn’t like I stood behind the door of heaven only stepping forth for the good babies. 

 

Rusti watched Virginia communicate with her babies in the womb, pushing gently against her belly when they were too active at night and telling them, “It is time for sleep.” Rusti learned just how much you can communicate with babies, and her son never had to cry to have his needs met. 

 

Their blanket babies went everywhere with them and would stay on their blankets at meetings with their toys or nap. It’s not baby whispering. It’s communication at its non-verbal best.