On Saturday we went to the wedding of a couple of our friends and had a BLAST. They are so sweet and such a cute couple. We wish them all wonderful things the world has to offer. WELCOME TO THE CLUB GUYS! 🙂
On Sunday, Husband spoiled me and let me do a massive splurge on crafting supplies. I’m very excited about all of them. Some of them include getting back into knitting sewing, yay! Here is what I’m working on knitting, except mine is pink. It’s going to take a really long time because I knit very, very slowly. Haha.
I’m also going to try a craft from my friend’s blog, because I have a disgusting lamp that needs serious help. My lamp is very large though, so this craft will also take some time I think.
Here is what I made on Sunday while my boys napped.
May I draw attention to the flowers? I love them. They also both have pearls in them, but I hadn’t stuck in the second one when I took this picture. Also, sorry for the crappy picture, I used my iPod Touch.
Annnd to finish, why not some super cute pictures of Caidoc..
Summer is almost over! Sad. I am kinda ready for chunky sweater and legging weather though. Also, with fall coming, it means it’s almost my birthday 😀
I got all these berries from the farmer’s market on Saturday (remember when I talked about heathy family rituals? We go get our produce fresh each week!) and I needed something to do with them. This week was blackberries and golden raspberries. I love berries and so does Brownie.
I found this recipe, and boy, I love it! Except the cornstarch part, yuck. Something I discovered recently though, while making a delish strawberry rhubarb crisp, is that an amazing super healthy substitute for cornstarch is MILLET FLOUR. It is so good for so it makes making pies and make me feel all healthy 🙂
The second thing I do that makes life A LOT easier, is that each month a make a ton of pie crusts and freeze them. That way, I have allergy free crusts on had for when I want to whip up a berry pie, apple pie, or Husband’s favorite, chicken pot pie 🙂 My mom really did not like making pies because the crust was always “too tedious”. And I agree, having pre-made crusts makes what could be an hour long process, only minutes. And when you have a busy little boy running around, it’s important that things only take a few minutes! So scroll down for my super secret Summer Pie hints.
Hi! As promised, here is my post all about my families’ fitness and health. Since our little Brownie developed his egg allergy, we have completely eliminated eggs from our diet, that means in all baked goods and everything. In the early stages of his allergy Caidoc was also very sensitive to wheat, gluten, dairy, and soy. We have since worked those back into his diet but we kinda miss eating totally allergy free, it makes the body feel to light and happy! So, we have decided to re-commit to a allergy free eating lifestyle, at least at home. The best product’s I’ve found that are a necessity for allergy free living are:
I use these in lots of baking as a flour substitute, I simply blend the oats into a fine powder. Be careful of the recipe you pick, it’s best to use recipes that are already allergy free by design. I also get these oats in bulk from Cash and Carry, MUCH cheaper!
Okay so these aren’t totally “healthy” but MAN they are good and also fit our diet restrictions. YUM.
Those are the main staples I can’t live without in our allergy free eating. I’ll keep you posted on anything else cheap and easy I find! As far as health goes we like to keep VERY active. Husband has soccer once and week, we walk every evening together as a family, and I try and keep active with running four times a week and doing some strength and ab work three times a week. Sometimes I feel like I need to make more time for husband to work out since he loves it as much as I do. One thing we have started doing as a family is running 5K’s together. We did our first one when Caidoc was only 7 months old! We love it. This October I’m running a 5K with one of my friends and I’m very excited about it!
My advice for staying fit and healthy is by doing it as a ritual. It’s our families’ ritual, rain for shine, to go for a walk in the evening. Caidoc now asks to “go on an adventure” which is his way of saying that it’s time for a walk. Another ritual we have is by eating healthy, we love discovering new things to eat while having a couple handy “go-to” recipes for when we feel weak and want fast food 🙂
How do you eat healthy? How do you like to stay active?
Husband and I hadn’t had a vacation in a long time, well, anything longer than a weekend that is, and we had some days off saved up. We had thought about where we wanted to go on vacation and quickly ruled out any plane rides since we figured that it would be rough with Brownie. California? Idaho? Nah, too long to drive. What’s not too long to drive, but also somewhere we love and really want to explore? Why, Portland!
For those of you who don’t know, Husband and I met at the University of Portland, so the city and especially campus, since that’s where we spent most of our time, naturally. When we were in school there, we didn’t really have the opportunity or the funds to “do” the city justice. So we decided to go back and see all the sights we didn’t before, show Caidoc where his parents fell in love, and just relax. We set up a budget and allowed for lots of spending (which makes it really feel like vacation doesn’t it?) so I didn’t even have to cook at all! *sigh!* What a luxury.
The first place we visited was the Portland Children’s Museum, my friend Michal gave us free passes! Such a treat. And we got to visit with her as well, it had been way too long since I’d seen her.
Thanks Michal! We had so much fun! Caidoc had a blast!
We also visited campus and picked up some swag for Caidoc (who knows, maybe he will be a Pilot some day?!), we went Finnegans Toys, the Saturday Market, and the zoo!
We got to see and do so much and didn’t even get pictures of everything, including going to the delish Deschutes Brewery, Portland’s best deep dish pizza, basking in the sun with Husband while Brownie slept, and so much more! One of the highlights was being able to visit with some college friends we hadn’t seen since our wedding, BJ and his cousin Jason, and Andrew and Maggie. So much fun!
Well, vacation is over and, as you can tell, I ate my weight in food during vacation so my next post is going to be all about fitness and our family plan for getting back on track to healthy living!
One of my biggest woes with being a mommy is not being able to work out as much as I used to. I used to work out and diet like CRAZY, and I find that so difficult to do with a little one running around who loves to be involved with everything I do, and (what seems like) endless housework, paperwork, cooking, and job work to do. I know so many people just say, “make the time!” “get someone to babysit!” “trade off with your husband!”, well I do a lot of those things. I go running and walking with Caidoc in the stroller, and I workout in the afternoons, and I walk in the evenings with Husband and Caidoc as a family. We also don’t eat fast-food, or eat out much in general, and we get a lot of our food from our local farmer’s market. So it all sounds good right? What’s the problem?! With running three days a week, core and arms four days, and some yoga on days I’m feeling are particularly “Om-ish” , I’m not sure what’s the problem! Some people say running is the problem, but let me stop you right there. I can’t, and won’t stop running, not until it’s physically impossible for me to do so. I ran when I was nine months pregnant, and I ran when I tore some cartilage in my knee. Its not smart, but I do it anyways. The Oatmeal knows how I feel. Plus, I’m pretty sure it’s not the running…
For some reason, I’m just not getting the same results that I usually always got doing the same type of works that I did in college. I still have 25% body fat and can’t wear my cut off jean shorts without wincing at my reflection. It’s one of the most aggravating things. I’m still nursing so I feel like I cant diet like I used to. I am determined to do infant led weaning and Caidoc has no intention of stopping anytime soon which is just fine, but I think causes me to think that I still need to eat like a pregnant woman, so really I wonder how much of my woe is self inflected. Ultimately, I think age is finally starting to take it’s effect and I’m not burning calories like a freshman anymore and I’ll just have to figure out how to do something different . Oh, the woe of getting old.
To deal with this woe, I developed a semi-alterego named Fat Abby. I say “semi” because it’s not a real alter ego. It’s just someone I refer to when I am being particularly lazy or indulging ridiculous cravings, example: ” ERMYGWAD I love Coldstone!! GOTTA HAVE IT! NOM NOM NOM”, “WHAT? One slice of pie you say?! NAY, TWO SLICES OF PIE, I SAY. PUT IT IN MY MOUTH! NOW!”.You’ll know what I mean if you follow me on Twitter, Fat Abby and I have battles occasionally, sometimes it’s not even a battle, it’s just a pathetic surrender. Sometimes she come out all of a sudden, “THAT PICTURE OF AN APPLE MAKES ME WANT FRENCH FRIES, DON’T YOU WANT FRENCH FRIES?! I LOVE FRENCH FRIES, GO GET FRENCH FRIES NOW!”
Anyways, Fat Abby has given me the ability to joke about my woe without becoming too introspective or whiney. She gives me the ability to openly admit that I am being bad, which usually keeps me from being AS bad as I probably would. Anyways, I can appreciate that side of Fat Abby, the other sides of her though (and there are many…) are my down fall. Either way, she is there. Perhaps she is some manifestation of my childhood nickname, Flabby Abby, given to me so lovingly by my older brothers. Or maybe she came from the massive weight gain I had when I was pregnant, or that I’ve always just gained weight reeeallly easily. Who knows? How she got here is not important. What IS important is that she’s useful at times, and for that I am grateful.
It’s days like today that make me realize how lucky I am. Nothing particularly special happened today, it was not particularly different from other Tuesdays, and nothing particularly amazing occurred. In fact, Caidoc was pretty ornery this morning which led to a triple mocha from Bigfoot Java (which then fueled my annoyance, only with myself this time, for spending unnecessary money and consuming unnecessary calories). After an hour or so at Caidoc’s favorite park, “Train Park” we call it, in 75 degree weather, I felt ashamed for my foul mood. We went home and I became productive, it always makes a day go better when you accomplish something doesn’t it? All-in-all, I was irritated and whiney in the morning, but I worked out, cleaned, cooked, and watched my baby sleep in the afternoon and my day magically became wonderful. Those things may seem mundane but it’s those little things that made me realize/remember several things:
1. I am so lucky that it takes little things like holding my baby’s hand while he sleeps to turn a day around.
2. I love, and I mean LOVE being a mother, even on the worst of days (which today was really not) there is no where else I’d rather be, and nothing else I’d rather be doing.
3. So many people don’t get to experience joy and fulfillment and love that I get to daily and I should really thank God that I do.
4. I have the most intelligent and sweet little boy in the whole world.
5. My husband couldn’t be any more amazing than he is.
You know those days when you just feel like you could spend all day cleaning and still have more to do? I had one of those days yesterday. I wouldn’t say I’m as picky about having a clean house as I used to be, but I still like to do several mandatory chores daily (sweeping, cleaning at the end of the day, dishes) and the bigger one’s weekly (changing sheets, dusting, cleaning the bathroom, and vacuuming). It keeps me sane. A clean home is a clean mind and I believe it’s crucial to keep those habits in order to stay somewhat civilized. Let’s face it though, when raising a toddler, a male toddler in particular, you just kinda…let more go.
It’s okay though, I’ve made peace with it. The house is kinda a constant mess (at least SOMEWHERE) and that’s okay. Houses are meant to be lived in. I think the chore I’ve let slide more than others is vacuuming. I still pick up the floor each night (and try and train Caidoc to help), but vacuuming seems to have taken more of a back seat. Maybe because of how Caidoc views The Vacuum.
Ever since he was born, Caidoc has, well, hated the vacuum. I’m pretty sure there was a time when I would just stand outside with Caidoc while Chris vacuumed (all 1000 sq. feet of our apartment, so it’s not like it takes long) or else the miserable child would scream his head off. We don’t have a particularly loud vacuum, so we couldn’t really figure out why he did that. It ended up being chalked up to a “phase”. Little did we know.
As the year progressed and Caidoc became more mobile, the mere sight of the vacuum would send him into hysteria. Being the first time parent that I am, I would quickly put the vacuum away, and just deal with living in filth rather than upset my child. Talk about “phases” eh? Well, I quickly grew tired of this. I would resort to putting Caidoc is a sling, a backpack, or holding him and vacuuming with one hand, anything, anything to just quickly get through the process, all the while reassuring him that everything was fine. I’m not sure why feels lie the vacuum is his enemy, it’s not like I’ve ever vacuumed up a toy, or pretended to vacuum him up, he just seems to hate it.
Well, time went on and Caidoc started walking. This changed everything. With walking came confidence, and with that confidence came the will to fight back. There was no more screaming or crying when the vacuum was pulled out, but a careful evaluation on what tactic’s to unfold.
Caidoc’s first tactic was to offer a blood sacrifice. As I started in the living room, he would hurriedly totter to his room and grab which ever stuffed animal was the most prized that week (usually, his white chicken). Grasping it tightly, he would boldly run back into the living room and throw it in front of the vacuum, hollering as he did so. If the vacuum failed to stop, he would repeat this process till about ten or so stuffed animals were scattered on the floor, making vacuuming impossible. The blood sacrifice worked for a few weeks. Then I moved the stuffed animals to a place where Caidoc couldn’t reach them. But my smart baby was not to be out done.
His second tactic came a month or two later, when the power source of the vacuum was discovered. I would start in the living room as usual, plug in the vacuum and clean away, once I disappeared around the hall, the vacuum would suddenly stop. I would go back into the living room to find Caidoc crouching by the outlet, gripping the cord tightly. Once he saw me, he would drop it and run away, I would plug it back in, and this process would continue until the house was vacuumed (yeah, I would just let him do it, it was easier than putting up with the wailing that occurred if I tried to stop him.) I told myself he was clearly just concerned with defending the house and me from this evil nemesis.
I knew Caidoc’s hatred of the vacuum was no mere phase when he employed tactic number three. One day, as I got out the vacuum to try and get a few swipes in before Caidoc found the plug, I noticed Caidoc was standing closer to his nemesis than he ever had before. Curious to see what would happen, I plugged in the vacuum and turned it on. Caidoc went from standing, to sitting. Right in front of the vacuum. I couldn’t help but admire his bravery. This was no joke, he was serious, he was willing to die for his cause. I tried to maneuver around him, but he would quickly stand up, and plant himself in the vacuum’s path. His plan worked, and I just decided to stop. Recognizing his victory, Caidoc shrieked gleefully and ran to go unplug The Nemesis.
Obviously, I wasn’t going to stop vacuuming forever, and I eventually took out the vacuum again (it had only been about three weeks, what can I say, old habits die hard). As I gingerly opened the closet door and waited to hear the little feet scamper up. There was none. I went to go see what could possibly preoccupy Caidoc over his nemesis. As I wheeled the vacuum into the living room, I saw Caidoc lounging on “his” couch reading from his pile of books. He looked up and…nothing. I plugged in the vacuum and turned it on and…nothing. He wasn’t phased in the slightest.
I can’t help but feel that there is a lesson there…