Saturday, June 15, 2013

Summer Schedule

I love schedules.  I love knowing what to expect for the day and when.  I had so many plans for last summer, but alas I was so stinking sick being pregnant with Miles that it was all I could do to get off the couch.

This summer is going to be different.  This summer is going to be the best one yet.  No newborns, no morning sickness, just good ol' fashioned summer.  I decided that we would have some goals for the summer and create a general idea of what to expect on any given day of the week.

Here is the list the kids made with minor suggestions (thank you pinterest!) made by yours truly:


  • go to the fire station
  • go garage saleing
  • visit Stuhr Museum
  • Visit each park in Grand Island
  • Play tennis
  • Microwave a bar of soap
  • Explode pop
  • soap mud/ clean mud
  • sidewalk paint
  • visit the farmers market
  • see the animal shelter
  • pick up trash in our neighborhood
  • make rock candy
  • make flubber
  • playdough
I have some other tricks up my sleeve that I'm hoping to incorporate such as solar oven s'mores and a trip to the mushroom farm.  Pinterest keeps me supplied with an endless barrage of ideas.

The flow of our days is the same.  There have been protests to having to get up at a regular time and do chores before playing, but I haven't met a kid yet who doesn't do that.  I'll take the quick protests over the whine of boredom, which honestly to me is a cry of having too many choices without the ability to select one.  

7:30am--wake up
get dressed, eat breakfast, have devotions, make beds and do a quick clean
9am--scheduled activity
free time
11:30--lunch
quick pick up of living room, story time
1:30-3pm-- quiet time
olders clean up from quiet time and then do little chore if not done
3-5pm--swim
5:30--dinner
big chores, free play
7:30--get ready for bed
unwind activity
8pm--tucked in and lights out

Our scheduled activity is themed for each day of the week.  
Mondays--art and crafts
Tuesdays--outdoors (such as tending garden and yard)
Wednesdays--Library for golden sower program and new books
Thursdays--Science experiments
Fridays--playdates and parks

Most of our friends and family look at me like I'm crazy to hang on to a regimented schedule during the summer.  I prefer to think that scheduling keeps the crazies away.  Plus when we engage in extracurricular activities such as camping, it's a treat to abandon the schedule and not watch the clock.  So there you have it, my plans for (what I hope to be) a successful summer!

Friday, May 17, 2013

Promise of Hope

I love how spring breathes new life into my soul.  The birds singing, flowers popping up, trees sending forth buds and then leaves.

When it starts to get warm I start dreaming about our garden.  Those of you who know me can laugh heartily.  I have the blackest thumb on the planet.  I am successful in growing babies and that's about it. I've even killed cacti before!

That folks, is the wonder of spring, and the promise of hope that comes in seeds.  Somehow, in spite of season after season of near or utter failure, I still long to plant seeds and dream of abundant crops which my children will be thrilled to eat because we grew them.

This year I managed to get Phil on board and we have dedicated more than old flowerbeds next to the house for potential food.  We've got a chicken wire fence up to keep the hungry rabbits out.  We started digging to expand the area and realized at the pace I could help with a baby that it wasn't going to get done in time.  Thank heavens for friends who are willing to lend their rotor tiller!

The first batch of seedlings that we were growing, I managed to kill.  Left them on top of the dryer while running it all day.  Yup, like I said, black thumb!  The second batch of seedlings are struggling, but we're hopeful they'll make it.  The third installment of seeds has been planted and we look daily for the first signs of life.

Will our spinach, broccoli, numerous varieties of peppers and tomatoes make it from indoor seedlings to thriving plants?  Time will tell.  Will the squash seeds I saved from the grandparents gift of food last summer grow and keep on giving?  Will I get any green beans before the grasshoppers this year?  I don't know, but that's what I love about gardening, it's so full of hope and life!

Friday, May 3, 2013

Where I'm at

I've been meaning to get on here for some time and write, I just haven't made it a priority until today.  Sad, because I've loved to write for as long as I can remember.  Perhaps with the changes that have been instituted in the past few weeks I will have more time.

As I watch my children grow at an alarmingly fast rate (Abi's almost done with third grade, how is that even possible?!), I have a stronger desire to spend more of it with them.  I was spoiled after Miles was born and had meals brought to us for a few weeks, and then I had a whole month of food in the freezer.   I discovered that cooking was no longer a joy, it was a time sucking burden.  It was taking me away from conversations with Abi, 'watch me mommy!' moments with Lizzi and Wesley, and creating a whole lot of stress when Miles inevitably became hungry in the middle of food prep.

The day that I had to leave Miles crying in hunger because I was at the cannot stop part of cooking was the push that I needed.  Once a month cooking it was going to be.  I was going to find a way to make it work so I wouldn't have to choose between a ruined meal and hungry babe.   The three days it took me to cook everything for breakfasts and suppers was difficult and my body ached at the end of the day.  The rewards have been well worth it, pop the meal in the crockpot at the beginning of the day and voila!  Dinner's ready when Phil gets home.  This has allowed me to be spontaneous with the kids, we've had outings to the park that wouldn't have otherwise happened.  Done crafts and activities together.  Feed Miles when he wants to eat and not when my schedule allows.  I am finding less stress at the end of the day which leaves me more pleasant and more willing to engage with the family after dinner.  Yes, I am sold on once a month cooking and plan on continuing it for the foreseeable future!

Just this week we packed up all the toys.  The kids are allowed only one set out at a time.  Currently as I type it's the baby dolls and accessories.  I know it's only been a few days but already I've seen changes.  An obvious one is not tripping over toys and the kids have but a few items to pick up at the end of the day.  No more issues with picking up because it's not overwhelming.  They've had to play together, which has been good for them to imagine and cooperate.  It didn't go so well yesterday and we had an all out push and shove pull the hair match between them.  Which afforded the opportunity to apologize and make restitution.  I was really curious to see how my random child care kids would react.  As far as I could tell they didn't even notice!  We got out the big box of legos for the after school kiddo and they had a blast for two hours all building together.  Thinning out the toys has led me to start cleaning out the rest of the house.  I want to spend my time with my family, not managing our possessions.


A little update on my health.  Since adding animal protein back into my diet I have found renewed energy, maybe not enough to add any exercise back into my life, but enough so that I am able to make it through the days without napping.  A huge turnabout in my world as I've needed naps for years.   My tests at the Doctors came back great, which was surprising to both of us.  However, the doctor did find a nodule on my thyroid which I've since had ultra-sounded and biopsied.  I was a nervous wreck for a month afraid to hear that it might be cancer.  Official diagnosis is follicular neoplasm.  It's a fancy word for a benign tumor.  The type of cells found have the possibility of becoming malignant, so for now I'll stay under the doctors watchful eye.  Eventually I'll need surgery to remove it as it's already larger than a ping pong ball and will continue to grow, albeit at a slow rate.



Kitchen experiments.  I convinced Phil to buy me ten pounds of shea butter.  I know, I know, you're probably wondering (as was he) what could I possibly need ten pounds of shea butter for?  Chapstick was a blast to make with the kids.  Since everything melts at such low temperatures I didn't even need to worry about them burning themselves.  The only negative was trying to convince Wesley to not eat his.  Sure wish I could say I was successful on that endeavor!  Yesterday I made lavender, citrus, tea tree oil scented deodorant.  It passed the first test today being in a stuffy room with 40ish women!  Unrelated to the shea butter, but still under the experiment realm is tooth soap.  About a year ago I was reading about making your own toothpaste.  The idea nagged at me for quite some time until I broke down and tried to make my own.  I looked at various recipes and settled on a baking soda based one.  It was super disgusting, no amount of stevia and peppermint could make me not gag until I puked in the sink.  It did however make a nice foot scrub so all was not lost!  I had read a conspiracy theory that toothpastes like sensodyne actually created more sensitivity.  I wondered about the truth of that. When I got pregnant and couldn't brush but with water most of the time because of nausea and my tooth sensitivity declined I wondered even more.  For almost two months now I've been brushing with tooth soap and have been almost completely pain free!  I like the other wonderful side effects too--no more dry mouth immediately after brushing, and no weird film coating my teeth.  I'll be honest, I'm not a huge fan of the taste, it's a bit odd since it's oil based.  However, I can make it for much cheaper in my kitchen and I can eat crunchy and cold foods again without pain, so I'll take it.

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

God's Magical Hand

Pastor Scott started out the year with an 8 week series on money management.  Phil and I do pretty good in that area after taking Dave Ramesey's Financial Peace class before Lizzi came along.  When Scott described that tithe meant 10% and if you weren't giving ten percent then you weren't tithing, I wondered if we were gifting or actually tithing.  Pastor Scott challenged us to try it for 90 days and if God didn't come through and provide for our needs then we could go back to doing what we were already doing.  When Phil and I had our budget meeting we found out that we were a bit shy of a full ten percent gift.  With a bit of trepidation we cut some areas, but decided to trust God's promise that He would open the floodgates of heaven.

Then I looked in the pantry saw that all my extras had been depleted and cried out to God.  I just didn't know how I was going to feed our family for the month especially with Phil and Abi home for extra meals and spring break happening too.  I told Him that I was clinging to His Word and would He please provide.

The month wore on without anymore thoughts about tithing and provision.  One night about a week ahead of time I felt inspired to write the next months menu out.  I discovered it'd be a five week month instead of four week because of how payday landed.  This made me groan, I really don't like five week months, they seem to go on forever and I feel pretty stretched out by the end of it.  Checking the sale ads later wasn't very encouraging either, as there wasn't anything that I buy on sale.  Then I realized that our shopping weekend Phil was scheduled to be gone I was crestfallen.  I was going to have to get a month's worth of food on my own, not a pretty thought.

Suddenly it was the end of the month, but I was astonished that the calendar said it was, because my cupboards weren't reflecting the same timeframe.  Miraculously we still had food, even fresh fruit!  In fact, we had so much food left that we were able to eat for another week on it, which changed my next month from five weeks down to four.  I couldn't believe it, we had eaten our fruits and vegetables with every meal like normal, and the cherry on top was remembering that Phil and Abi had been home to share all the meals with us for a whole week too.

I felt like the widow in the Bible that Elisha told to gather as many jars as she could.  With her last small jar of oil she was able to fill every jar that she had.  I feel so blessed that not only did God stretch our food for the month, but He even provided for my anxiety over the next one too.  We never felt deprived, never felt that 'end of the month' woe, it was amazing!  If I may add even more, when we did go shopping (yep, new weekend so Phil was home!) there were so many things on my list on sale I couldn't believe it!  With our purchase we were also able to save 21 cents per gallon of gas.  I am blown away by how much God has done for me and in turn our family in the first thirty days alone of the challenge.  I know that as we continue to trust Him with our full ten percent he will further provide, wow, and woo me more and more.  I have a sneaking suspicion that we will never miss those funds as we rely fully on God to provide for us.

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Stars Die Slowly

You ever have something that you want to talk about, but it's such a long story that you don't know where to begin?  That's where I'm at right now, how to talk about the star in my life that is fading out.  It has been coming for months now, and I couldn't hardly think about it, let alone discuss it with those closest to me.  I cannot be a vegetarian any longer.  Shocked?  Me too!

It all started last summer while pregnant with Miles.  I had some craving for meat.  Not a big deal, I did while pregnant with Lizzi too.  With her I ate the chicken, enjoyed it, felt better, and that was that.  I got to continue my pregnancy without further cravings.  Wesley was my only true vegetarian pregnancy, I never even had a craving for meat, and he was my biggest baby!  But oh goodness with Miles it was another whole story.  I felt compelled to eat meat, even though it left me feeling ill.  I spoke with an Ob, my midwife, and a slew full of other people who were super knowledgeable about pregnancy.  The general consensus was, if you're craving it, your body must need it.  So I did, I ate meat every couple of days when the compulsion came.  Assuming that once Miles was born I would be able to happily resume my vegetarian ways, I didn't speak about what was going on with the general population.

All was fine for a few days, but once the high of having a baby wore off, the need for meat came back. I sobbed in Phil's arms, for in my heart I knew it was over.  I told him that after almost seven years of being a vegetarian, it wasn't going to come easy, accepting this news.  Sweet man held me and told me to take all the time that I needed, and that he was happy to know that I was listening to my body.

Feeling betrayed by my body, I returned to the plate that included dead animals, albeit reluctantly.  It may sound harsh, but that was where my mind was, all I could see was the tragedy on my plate.  I would eat the flesh without trying to think about it, but Phil would ask me questions on taste and texture which forced me to start paying attention.  It was difficult and repulsive at first, but then it got easier.  One day I realized that I actually liked the way chicken tasted, and oddly enough I had cravings for hamburger.  That one blew my mind as the smell of ground beef made me nauseous for years, and Phil had to cook it, which he didn't mind as I am yet to achieve the finesse of cooking meat.

I knew that if I could understand why my body was asking for animal protein that I could make the adjustment a lot easier.  I've spent hours of my life trying to relearn nutrition and the human body.  What I'm finding is making the mental switch easier, but it's also infuriating.  Uncharacteristically of me, I am not including any links.  My reasoning is this: I don't want people just taking my word for it, I want them to dig for information and own it and not just take my word for it.  I don't want anyone feeling deceived one morning doing what they believed was best because someone else said so, and finding out it was untrue.

I've learned that the book The China Study by T. Collin Campbell has faulty research.  This is the book that is most referenced by vegetarian experts as to why humans should be vegetarian.  The whole health benefit isn't as true as made out to be.  It's a great short term diet to fix a health crises.  In fact, over and over again I read stories of vegetarians whose health eventually suffered due to their diet, even though they were doing it 'right'.

Our bodies don't assimilate animal and plant protein the same.  I suppose that most people would say 'duh Alicia' to that one.  I cannot count how many books written by vegetarian doctors I've read that said otherwise.  My latest findings show me that there are amino acids in animals that plants cannot provide, even if you do the old trick of matching foods to make complete proteins with plants.  The plants contain the same amino acids, but also have anti-nutrients which render the body unable to utilize those acids.
When given only plant protein our bodies burn excess protein that's stored up.  It's a great process and helps keep our bodies clean, but eventually we run out of this excess and start running into troubles.  And as I've discovered no amount plant protein loading can correct the problem.

Grains and legumes contain a whole myriad of anti-nutrients which block absorption of crucial minerals.  Not to mention the gluten that about 50% of americans have sensitivities to.  This was the building block of my vegetarian diet as I'm not the most avid vegetable lover.  My friends dubbed me the vegetarian who doesn't like vegetables.

Other things that I'd never considered while living a vegetarian lifestyle.  The principle of ahimsa or 'do no harm' cannot be applied to what is on my plate.  Death occurs in order to sustain my life, whether that is the animal that is sitting on it, or those that died in order for my plants to grow.  As a want to be gardener who has the blackest thumb, I was very surprised to realize how agressive plant agriculture has to be in order to keep animals from eating the crops.  This goes to show just how far removed I am from the food that I eat.
The rainforests that I love and got angry about being cleared for livestock are also cleared just as much for plants.
How attractive vegetarianism is to a disordered eater.   I thought I had healing from my bulimic tendencies, but the reality is that being a vegetarian allowed me to continue some of that disordered thinking.
How silly it is to eat meat and dairy replacements.  Those things, whether made at home or bought at the store, are awful for you.

As I was clinging on to my last shreds of staying veg, I had to ask myself.  Was it worth sacrificing my health and the lives of my family members for an animal that couldn't thank me and didn't know it was living because of me?  Thankfully I haven't lost every shred of mentality and the answer came easy to me, of course not.

What health issues am I facing because of being a vegetarian for so many years?
It's been almost two years now since my first bout of thyroditis.  While no one can say for certain that my diet caused this, I've read enough correlations to believe that it has.  In case you're curious, yes, I do believe this was the cause and not an effect of my miscarriage back in 2011.
 Gastrointestinal issues.  Through the years the gas and subsequent pains from eating legumes has increased.  It was so bad while pregnant with Miles that I had to quit eating them.  I guess it's no wonder my body cried out.  Now, certain legumes are giving me diarrhea, oh joy!  I believe I'm one of those gluten sensitive people since too many wheat products cause constipation.  It's pretty crazy to me now to see that I've been eating one food to remedy a problem that another created.  What a ridiculous way to live.
Exhaustion.  Please don't blame it on my having turned 30 in the last year.  My body didn't start feeling this way just because I turned 30.  I can't blame it on Miles either as he's a good sleeper, which I've never had before.  I really think that my body has some deficiencies in spite of my best laid intentions.  The exhaustion being my primary concern.  If I'm so tired that I need over 10 hours of sleep at night and a nap during the day there is something off.  I cannot be a good mom right now because of this.  It's a terrifying place to be-- day in and day out-- to be too tired to play with the kids, or go up and down the stairs.

Where do I go from here?
I have a doctor's appointment scheduled in hopes of pointing out certain deficiencies, and to once again check my thyroid as the swelling is spreading.
Finding foods that bring optimal health and enjoyment.  I don't want to eat something because I should, or have too, but because I want to and enjoy it.  And eat those foods without guilt or remorse.  More mental healing from the bulimia that cozied right up to so many veggie principles.  Hence the statement about eating without guilt.
Find a new identity.  I know that sounds odd, maybe it's because I've worded it incorrectly, but I never realized how much of myself I wrapped up in the label of being a vegetarian.
Discover a whole new cuisine, which shouldn't be an issue since I love to try new food!

Friday, February 22, 2013

Water Kefir

I bet if you're like me the title of this post has you scratching your head.  What in the world is water kefir?  When I told Phil that I wanted to try making water kefir he asked me what it was.
A fermented beverage.
Like beer/wine/alcohol?
No honey, more like a probiotic drink that uses fermentation, think yogurt.

We had tried kombucha before, another fermented beverage, and surprisingly everyone in the house (yes, even Abi) liked it.  Our whole family loves pop, we just don't drink it unless out of the house because my budget can't swing it.  When I read that water kefir was a great substitution for sodas, and was healthy for you, and easy to make, I knew I had landed a goldmine!

Better yet, it was cheap to start making.  Twelve dollars and a few days later UPS dropped off my live water kefir cultures.  Phil rinsed off the culture while I prepared the water.  Are you ready for this?  To my blender I added four cups of water, four tablespoons of sugar, a pinch of baking soda, and whizzed it for 30 seconds before adding to the pitcher that housed the kefir culture.  24 hours later we were ready for the first batch.

Knowing that my family loves root beer, I assumed that cream soda would be a slam dunk flavor.  Little did I know that Phil and Abi don't like cream soda.  However, Lizzi and Wesley chugged it down.  Lizzi calls it 'healthy pop' and Wesley calls it juice.  Those two bug a boos are currently our kefir drinking champions.  The rest of us decided that if you like cream soda it was very tasty.

Same routine and in another 24 hours we were ready for a new flavor--fruit punch.  I was added to the familial list of kefir drinkers, but Phil was disappointed at how flat it was since he was looking for a burst of carbonation.  Abi is a hard sell and after a tiny sip declared she didn't like it.  I let her know that this was a good for your tummy drink and that we would find a flavor for her to enjoy.

Next we decided to wait 48 hours and see if it would be more bubbly.  It was, but not enough for Phil.  Then we tried 72 hours assuming that it would have the most bubbles but were surprised to find that it was totally flat and tasted like fruit punch we flavored it with.  Now that pleased me personally because I am sensitive to yeasty tastes and smells and was having a hard time finding the love.  I could drink it, but the kefir didn't call out my name until it hit the 72 hr mark.  Also, Abi surprised me by giving it a thumbs up, woohoo!

Last night we started the next experiment round.  24 hour ferment with three bottles on the counter ready for the next stages of 24, 48, and 72 hr second ferments.  
Tonight we will start another three bottles with a 48 hr first ferment and will place the bottles on the counter for the same 24, 48, and 72 hr second ferments.
We are curious to see which ferment combination will create the most carbonation and win Phil over to the 'dark side' of healthy!


Monday, December 31, 2012

Baby Poll

When I saw the last time I posted on here, I was kinda surprised that it's been so long!  I guess when I became an ostrich and hunkered down I didn't realize how quickly time has been passing me by.  I know that shortly our world will be thrown into the mind numbing-sleep deprivation-beautifulness of adding a new baby to the family.

Which is why I've been quiet.  Trying to soak up these last moments of just three kids.  Trying to spend as much time together with them before I am wrapped up in everything baby.  I've whittled my social calendar to practically nothing, and have chosen to stay in more often than not.  I have absolutely relished in our peaceful quiet family nights.  I love that six nights of the week we are all together.  Some nights playing together, others listening to sibling bonds being forged.

My kitchen has been in use as well.  Nothing new or exciting, other than the challenge of making a months worth of meals by skimming off the top of the last two months budget.  I managed to fill up our deep freeze with only a $25 extension of my regular budget, a proud moment for me!  Being a bit prideful, I've showed off our treasure hold, and I love hearing Wesley say 'I wunna see the mussins for when baby comes!'.

Today we took a family poll on all things baby.  It was quite amusing to hear each child deliberate over their answers.  And I must confess that 95% of the time, no matter how he is asked, Wesley says we are having a 'gee-url' or 'zizzy'.  We are waiting to see if he is a baby guessing progeny like his Grandma Rose.

Here are our current kiddos stats, feel free to join in on the guessing fun right along with us!

Abi 12/5, 6:31pm, 8lbs 14oz 19.5 in, blue eyes, didn't sleep through the night until almost 2, colicky
Lizzi 10/7, 2:42am, 9lbs 5oz, 20in, blue eyes, didn't sleep through the night until almost 2, no colic
Wesley 6/3, 12:34pm, 10lbs 8oz, 22.5in, brown eyes, didn't sleep through the night until almost 2, no colic


Disclaimer: I have none of the usual 'feelings' on what this baby is, so my guess is just as much as a guess as anyones!  Oh, and our due date is 1/28/2013

Abi guesses this will be a girl born on an odd night.  Weighing less than 9.5lbs and shorter than 20inches before the 20th of January.  Blue eyes, not a sleeper and colicky like her.

Lizzi guesses this will be a girl born on an odd morning.  Weighing more than 9.5lbs and shorter than 20inches before the 20th of January.  Blue eyes who's a sleeper and not colicky.

Wesley guesses this will be a girl born on an odd morning.  Weighing less than 9.5 lbs and longer than 20 inches after the 20th of January.  Brown eyes, not a sleeper and colicky.

Phil guesses this will be a boy born on an even night.  Weighing more than 9.5lbs and longer than 20 inches after the 20th of January.  Blue eyed sleeper with no colic.

Alicia guesses this will be a girl born on an even night.  Weighing less than 9.5lbs and shorter than 20 inches before the 20th of January.  Brown eyed sleeper with no colic.