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Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Cloudy Tuesday

February has been chock full of rain, storms and cloudy days, with only a very few lovely days thrown in to boost our spirits somewhat.
Hattie and I waited for it to rain all day yesterday and the storms didn't come till after dark. We did manage to have a very productive Monday in spite of it.

My little bloggity is nearing it's first birthday. :) But it will have to be three more years before we can celebrate it properly considering that it was begun on February 29th.

Want to see the baby bump? 36 weeks along. And here lately we've embarked upon the, "Oh girl, you're not going to make it {to your due date}" stage. It's kind of humbling.
BUT we did make it through last night's full moon without going into labor, so I reckon I can wait a few more weeks. Baby girl is sort of posterior and my right side is always full of feet and knees and elbows (sweet little appendages that they are).
I'm excited we're right on the cusp of March - Baby Month! I'm excited for spring time and flowers blooming in the sunshine, and even the clouds of pollen wafting around. I'm excited about my mother-in-law coming in a few weeks, and mostly that SOON we'll get to lay eyes on our precious daughter.
Thank you, LORD, for babies!
We're also excited to have several new babies added to our circle of family and friends in the coming months, and I can't wait to love on those little ones either!



Thursday, February 21, 2013

I don't mind

I appreciate doctors. I do. But I don't mind politely disregarding their opinion either.

Because I don't think antibiotics are a miracle drug, and that they can cause more harm than good at times. Because I don't inherently trust the big pharmaceutical companies to make vaccines that are safe and effective (and we're not even talking about the autism thing, I talking heavy metals and all sorts of toxins being injected into your newborn's blood stream, and they expect me to be okay with that? Uh, not so much.)

I do believe in sunshine, probiotics, vitamins, coconut oil, and butter. I believe the American diet is making us sicker and sicker, and trying to treat the symptoms isn't helping anyone actually get better.

And I believe we're called to be good stewards of our bodies. (1 Corinthians 6:19) We need to nourish our physical bodies with good things as much as we need to nourish our souls with the Word of God and prayer.

So, I don't mind ignoring the doctors and the medical establishment from time to time. Yes, I absolutely want them to set broken bones or to perform surgery, but for daily health I'd much rather go the Titus 2:4 route and glean from the older women who've been there before and know how to help keep their families well without running up a bill at the doctor's office.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Valentine's Recap

Sometimes when I'm laying in bed, I mentally blog. The problem is I rarely remember everything I thought of while on the verge of sleep.
My Valentine's post was one of these. The title "It's easy loving you"...the content, other than how much I love and appreciate my family, I don't really know.

We DID have a lovely Valentine's Day. I used my grandmother's china for the first time and tried my hand at gluten-free rolls to go with our spaghetti. {The rolls turned out fabulous, by the way, but as with all gluten-free items, they weren't really worth eating the next day.} Hattie and I had decorated the dining room with hearts and red/white paper chains. It was festive and fun, and I wouldn't have changed it a bit.

One of the things I love about Emery is how flexible he is and how graciously he deals with my changeable-ness like it's nothing at all.
On Thursday night, he asked me if I wanted to go to GA for the weekend (my Pawpaw was in the hospital at the time), and I replied that I didn't unless it was really necessary. And then Friday morning, before the dear man had even had a chance to be at work an hour, I call him asking about making the trip I had declined the night before. Without so much as a murmur or complaint, he says that he'll work till 9am and then we'll head out for GA.
Did I mention that I love him?
The usual, last-minute scurrying to pack for the weekend ensued, and thankfully all the laundry was caught-up and there wasn't any need to lug dirty clothes all the way to Georgia.
We found Pawpaw much better than we expected, and in very good spirits. He was even able to make to church on Sunday. :)
We got to visit with lots of family, and in spite of the exhaustion that comes with travel (especially at 35weeks pregnant!), we had a peaceful and very enjoyable time.

Speaking of being pregnant, only FIVE more weeks! Hallelu - as Hattie would say.



Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Greek Yogurt Souffle

Today, I saw a recipe on pintrest.

I'm an impulsive pregnant woman, especially where food is concerned. I saw the recipe and needed to make it, NOW.

(Not my picture)


Fluffy. Beautiful fluffiness. And high protein? Can't beat that with a stick.

So I taught Hattie to say souffle. And she held my hand while I tried to beat the egg whites into submission, I mean, peaks. The peaks actually never happened because my arm was getting tired of hold the mixer, and also probably because I didn't put in the cream of tarter. {Do you keep cream of tarter in your pantry? I don't. I don't like to keep things that might only get used once a year.}
But nevertheless, into the ramekins the batter went and I didn't even peak while they were cooking, as per the instructions, and to my great surprise and delight, they turned out fluffy!

Scrumptiously cheesecake-like. Would be divine with a little chocolate and strawberries. It's a keeper of a recipe for certain, and fancy enough for special occasions. What's not to love?


I might as well go ahead and tell you that probably going to eat the whole batch by myself, and I'm not feeling one bit of remorse - though I am feeling kind of full. It's the happiest 30-ish grams of protein I've had all day.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Diet

Nutrition and diet are complicated subjects. Everyone has a different opinion of what's "healthy". And of course, the plain fact is that what's healthy for me may not be for you.

We read an article some months ago about how people with gluten intolerance may also be having reactions to coffee and dairy products. While it's been a genuine struggle for Emery to give up dairy, he does feel better for it, and I'm thankful for progress. However, so many of my recipes were chock-full of dairy that I'm having to learn how to cook for my family all over again.

{I cannot manage to get enough protein without having dairy in my diet, so Hattie and I are still happily indulging. In this stage of life, I don't worry about fat or calories, I worry about hitting my 90g of protein...and there's another "it's healthy for me, but maybe not for you."}

Over the last several weeks, I've been trying to come up with meals that I could make ahead and freeze for those chaotic newborn days ahead. My earlier lists were full of lasagna and baked ziti, but as those aren't good for the family anymore, I've had to start afresh.
And what have I come up with, you ask? Well, after cooking up a storm yesterday, I've got a ham and egg casserole, two pans of baked oatmeal, a double batch of protein bars, and half a dozen applesauce muffins adorning my freezer.
Breakfast foods. All breakfast foods. I'll take what I can get. 
I was hoping to do more along the lines of dinner, but maybe I'll get some extra inspiration in that department soon.

You know what my other problem with freezer cooking is? It's the lack of instant gratification.
When Emery comes home and sees I've been cooking all afternoon, naturally, he's looking forward to reaping the benefits. But then it all gets whisked away into the freezer with little left for indulgence. That's not so fun, is it? Nope.


Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Confessions

I stayed home (and indoors) almost all day yesterday because I kept expecting it to rain. I'm thankful Emery talked me into taking a walk with them in the late afternoon sunshine. It never did bother to rain.

Today, however, has been glorious. We enjoyed a lovely hour outside this morning walking and chatting with friends. Hattie couldn't keep her seat in the stroller after the first lap, so we slowed down to a crawl while she pushed the stroller and worked hard at staying on the pavement.

After walks like these, and sometimes by the end of them, I'm not sure if I'll be able to walk at all by the evening, but the LORD has been good to me so far and I usually feel better for it, in spite of the temporary discomfort.

I can't stand overly sweet chocolate. The darker the better for me. I bought some chocolate chips that boasted being 42% cacao, and I tell you what, they are Way too sweet....and they almost have a honey-ish taste, and that doesn't float my boat either.
Thankfully, we have some good chocolate that does satisfy the craving quite nicely.
I wait till Hattie's napping to eat chocolate because I don't want to share.

I made lemon bars the other day. They were delish, but I zested my finger in the process of zesting the lemon, and that IS rather unseemly.

We've been living here a good while now, and I STILL haven't figured out why so many people use our street as a turnaround spot. I mean, it's a crazy-odd amount of people every day just turning around, and some of them do it so expertly it's like it's part of their daily routine. Why is that?

Know what? I love being able to say that the baby is due next month. It's so gratifying. The older folks at church don't often remember when the baby is supposed to come and I've received some startling comments like, "When are you headed to the hospital" and "Will you fit {through the door}?". Of course the pastor's "I'm going to need longer arms to hug you" takes the cake of things not to say to a pregnant woman (and that was THREE months ago).
I'm thankful I have a healthy sense of humor, otherwise tears might have ensued.

Oh! Hattie's sleeping is back to normal. Praise the Lord! She's getting in a solid 11hours at night and 1-2 hours at nap time, and I'm very thankful we've gotten through that bout of extra neediness at sleep-times.

Friday, February 1, 2013

The conclusion of the Lizard Saga

I told Emery about the lizard situation after he arrived home last night. He laughed at my impression of the lizard sticking his head and half his body out from under the window, and then without hearing whether or not I had smushed the lizard to little lizard bits, he opened the window to see.
I did not smush him to bits, as it turned out, but only caught him just above the break away point on his tail, and he dangled from the window when Emery opened it. But with a little poking, and much wiggling on his part, he shed the tail and scurried away OUTSIDE (thank heaven).

I am glad I won't have to clean a lizard carcass out of my window sill when spring comes.

The lizard's buddy who was on the outside of the screen at the onset of all this commotion stayed there a moment too long, for just after I'd invited Hattie to come look at him, a rather fierce bluebird snatched him clean up and made a meal of him. It may have been slightly traumatizing for Hattie. She did say 'bird' several times over after the incident....nothing like seeing the food chain in action for educational experience.

Do you remember the play stove we made for Hattie back in August? You can see the post about it here. It was lovely in the height of it's glory, but that lasted all of five minutes. The rest of the stove has been well loved since that time, but Hattie decided today was the day to rip as much of the construction paper off as she possibly could. Now we have a poor, mutilated diaper box with shred of green here and there where the glue was stronger than her will. I held the grocery sack for her to put the torn off pieces in, and Miss Determination probably spend 45 minutes at tearing the paper this morning. I'm not sure whether to keep the thing or throw it away.
I think it's been a winning situation overall. I had fun making it. She had fun tearing it up, and had six months of play with it meanwhile.

Know what? I decided not to even ask Emery to move the boxes for my paint brushes yesterday. And I painted my letters with a Q-tip. They happen to be made of paper/cardboard, so that made it easier and I just had to apply a few coats of paint. I don't think I would have had the patience to paint them with a Q-tip had they been wood. I finished them this morning and am quite pleased. I was tempted to do polka-dots or a chevron stripe on them, but Emery wisely told me to leave them alone and that he liked them just as they were.
I like that man.