Sunday, January 19, 2020

John’s birthday - take 2 & 3

Today we celebrated little J’s birthday... again. If you’ll remember from a previous post we did a party once already with the family before his actual birthday. We could have stuck to just that one, but he really wanted to have some friends over.  So, we decided to invite a few friends over the weekend after his actual date of birth. 
When his actual day came, we did a little fun for his class with donuts and he got to wear a crown all day, which was pretty special to him. When he came home he was all excited because he thought his friends were coming over then. He was in a ball on the floor after I explained to him they weren’t coming yet because it wasn’t his party day. Well, a call from Nana and a call from Mimi helped cheer him up. So to celebrate with him and make him feel better we went out to eat as a family, sort of. It was basketball practice for middle one, so we all drove through j’s choice of fast food and ate in the car before practice. Then we all went in to watch and cheer. 
The day of his party finally came today and he had so much fun!  


It was PJMasks themed, so we had a few decorations up and he had chosen his cake about a week before (which he kept asking for). It was quite delicious from Reasors. We played, ate pizza, make Forkie’s (I know it’s not PJMasks but he loves Forkie), decorated pillow cases, played, opened presents, ate cake, and played some more. Only a couple of friends and the cousins showed up but it turned out to be the perfect amount of people. 









Saturday, January 11, 2020

Snowy Saturday

Today is a snowy Saturday. It didn’t snow all night, but just as the sun was supposed to be riding it started to snow... and it kept lightly falling until around lunchtime. 
 while it snowed the kids went out and played. Now that it has stopped they’ve stopped as well. 

Now that they are inside they are drying and warming up in front of the fire while I boil the water for their hot cocoa. For Christmas we got these wonderful wooden spoons with chocolate and marshmallows on them to make hot cocoa, so we are going to try them out. 


Have a safe snow day!

Saturday, January 4, 2020

John’s birthday - take 1

Today we celebrated John’s birthday... about 12 days ahead of his actual birthday. We did it for family as some would not be able to be at his actual party later on. It threw John for a little bit of a loop and he didn’t understand that it wasn’t his actual birthday, nor was it his party that his friends were attending. But he enjoyed his birthday very much, as did we all. 

Thursday, January 2, 2020

Homemade Pizza Night

So, I was going to make chicken tonight with some rice, but I just couldn’t wait for the chicken to defrost before I got antsy.  Instead, I was spurred on with the success of the homemade noodles the other night, I decided to try my hand at pizza from scratch. 
My kids aren’t fussy, so it was cheese pizzas all around. The recipe I found made four personal size pizzas. I altered it a little bit to make it mine. They turned out great!  Here are some before and after pictures. I will try to add my recipe when I add video of the process in a later post. Until then feast your eyes on the end product (and before I stuck it in the oven). 




Wednesday, January 1, 2020

New Years resolutions 2020

Well, it’s that time of year (decade) where everyone is promising to better themselves somehow... even me.  So here are my top five:
  1. I’m going to try and blog more, maybe even make some money for what I write. 
  2. I’m going to try and do better with my calendars (making sure they’re all in sync). 
  3. I’m going to try to drink more water. I’m well on my way with the new water bottle a friend gave me for Christmas. 
  4. I’m going to try and spend some more alone time with God. I really feel a tug to spend more time with Him, it’s just being more intentional about it. 
  5. I’m going to try and catch-up on the lessons I’ve missed and listen to them when they come out. 
Thank you for your support into this new year!


John’s chin-jury

Well, we ended 2019 with a bang... right on the concrete.  The kids were outside playing and John took the ramp down to the cup-de-sac a bit too fast and busted his chin.  He quickly started bleeding. As I took him inside he held his body chin with his hands. I tried to clean it as best I could with warm water before putting a giant bandaid on it. The bandaid seemed to calm him a bit but it definitely still hurt. Hubs and I had plans to go see a movie and the kids spend some time with Mimi and Popi. I thought all was all right, but I was still worried that I hadn’t taken him in. I kept reasoning with myself that it was too small a cut for stitches, but that didn’t ease me. I waited til after the movie to check on him, and received this picture:


!  Needless to say I had to call and ask what the giant bandage was doing around his head!  Mimi calmly explained that he had bled through the bandaid because there was no pressure on it. So Popi decided this was the best solution. It had stopped bleeding and he was fine with it. 
*sigh*
Okay, so today after he woke up we tried to clean his face up a bit more, and put fresh bandages on. We were able to, but he wouldn’t let us have a good look at it, so we don’t know how bad it really is. At least he’s all smiles today. 



Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Erin’s finger

A week ago yesterday, Erin got her finger caught in the van door. I was just finishing up bible study and had just gotten the kids from the childcare. We were walking outside and it was freezing. The car had frozen.  While walking to the car, I tried to open the doors with he button on the keys, but it wouldn’t open. When we got to the car it opened just a little bit so she put her hand at the opening and then it shut back closed. I kept hitting the button to try and open it and get her fingers out.  Finally she got them out and was screaming. I couldn’t see it that well so I got everyone in the car. I had to climb into the front seat to turn the light on so I could take a better look. I was afraid it was broken how bruised it was. That’s when I noticed the blood. I grabbed some napkins from the car and wrapped her finger in it. Then I called Chris and told him to go straight to the ER where I would meet him. I had to drive there slowly because the weather (sleet), but we made it right after chris did. She was at the ER til past midnight with Chris. While I took the boys home for the night.   It was a scary light where we asked around for prayers that it not be broken. Luckily she didn’t need stitches either. They just used glue. This is a picture from today:

Thursday, February 15, 2018

Valentine’s Day

Yesterday was Valentine’s Day. And I would have posted then but my battery died. Oh well. It was a fun and busy day. John and I spent the morning with nana and had lots of fun playing with her. While they napped I was able to go to Paul and then Erin’s party.  They handed out the valentines I spent all night finishing up. They were cute heart shaped crayons that I made using the crayon factory.



 I made them over the course of a month whenever I had the chance. And then the machine broke after just a few so I had to get another and hope it lasted longer. It did. 
Anyway. The parties were fun. Then we came home and I made Mac and cheese and chicken. Then Erin and I rushed off to Girl Scouts while the boys stayed with nana. We came home to her with a rose and some chocolate. I came home to a similar box of chocolate and gave a matching one to Chris. Overall busy but good day. 

Sunday, February 11, 2018

Erin’s Barbie birthday

We had a really cool party at the Artisan down on Main Street Collinsville where the kiddos got to paint Barbie furniture (couches & coffee tables) for the activity. 








 It was nice and low key. We had chips and cake 
 And punch for snack and just a few friends and family as guests.
 It was a nice intimate yet low key affair. Erin got some stuff for her desks, doll outfits, dolls, a dog set, and shopkins. She was really greatful for all the gifts. 

Wednesday, January 31, 2018

John’s McDonald’s birthday

For John’s third birthday we decided to do a McDonald’s party. It was so nice and easy. I’m glad I didn’t have to choose between PJMasks and Paw Patrol. We just let them do everything. The goodie bags had some fun stuff in them and the playland was a hit. Who doesn’t want a happy meal when they’re young?  Only two friends RSVPed so it wasn’t too many people. But the addition of the family helped. 

Monday, January 8, 2018

Bullet Journaling: the Beginning

So I’ve been pinteresting for a while and one of the boards I have is journaling. I’ve been facinated eith journal pages for a while and come to find out they’re almost all a part of a bullet journal. So I’ve been doing some research, like I do, and have decided that for the new year this is something I want to do. 
So, while I wait for my journal to arrive,  I’ve narrowed down my focus and have been trying to figure out which layouts I want to try out. I know I change change my weekly and monthly as I go, but yearly is another thing. So what yearly layout do you like best and why?  
Also what are the extras you like up front?  I’m going to do a page to track my MS symptoms, Lady time tracker, and a bill tracker. Ither than that I’m just not sure what I need or want. Suggestions?

Sunday, January 7, 2018

John gets a haircut

So John hates haircuts. I mean hates them.  Whenever we’ve taken him in he cries and screams like were hurting him. And he gnashes about scaring the girls with the clippers. I’ve only witnessed it once, the other times Popi and Chris take him. Well it was no different today. But he was in desperate need of it. His hair was in his eyes and bothering them and starting to gather the waxy discharge from his ears too (yuck!).  
He needed it. So they took him. I’m so greatful to them for it because he did the same thing this time that he always does. But at least it got done. 
The picture does not show the tears but after being home long enough to get a bath and calm down.  Hopefully it won’t be as bad next time. The only time he hasn’t done that was when he got his first haircut. The only tears then were mine. She did it all scissor cut which I think helps but the did that this time too. So I don’t know. Maybe because it was in somebody’s kitchen with a little toddler friend around that he didn’t act up. Whatever it was it was the best experience so far. Hopefully one day he will get like that again. 

New year new blog posts

It’s a new year and I’m gonna try to post on here more often. We’ve had an interesting year last year with a new house and everything that comes with that!  
Well it looks like it’s been a few years since I last posted and a lot of little things have happened in our lives. I’ll try to post date some posts so that y’all can catch up. But until then I am moving forward!

Saturday, August 29, 2015

John's First Tooth

Well, the day has come... The first sign of a tooth is evident within the gummy grin on my little guy's face. A bottom front tooth is barely poking through the gums with razor sharpness. He hasn't bit me, nor has he shown the other "usual" signs (I.e., drooling, fever, fussiness). I just thought he had stuck something in his mouth that should not be there so I started fishing it out, and that's when my finger ran across its edge. I can't get him to let me look at it, but it's definitely there. I can't believe he's growing this fast!!  We went out to celebrate at fogons where he demanded the guacamole with yells of nom-nom!  It was super cute. I will include video soon. 

Friday, March 13, 2015

Fab App: Baby Loggy

So even before I went to the hospital with John I was trying out apps for tracking nursing. I tried out a few, the free versions at least, and found one that I liked the most. 
Baby Loggy is that app. The only problem I have with it is not a problem many will have:  it doesn't allow you to change the baby's name once you've entered it. This was my own fault. I had thought we'd go with Luke Jacob for a while so when we were at the hospital and decided on John Gabriel I didn't think about it. I just started logging feelings and diapering right away under the name I had put in. 
You shouldn't need to change the baby's name after you start logging it, so that really shouldn't be a problem for most. You do have the ability to add more children, which is nice for multiples.  And honestly it's an app I'll use far past its original purpose because I can add my older children in and keep track of medications now (that was a new feature added after my original purchase).  
I've emailed the creator of the app and he's not a big corporation or anything. He's just a one man show, but is very nice. It takes a bit of time for new features to be added (ie., the medication tracking), but the app really has everything you would need for tracking as a new mom. 
You can track all sorts of things with it: pumping, medication, sleeping, diapers (just wet or poopy, too), measurements, milestones, bathtime, fevers, and three different types of feeding (breast, bottle and solids). And within each of those categories the additional information it lets you choose to add in great. I like that I can record not only what time, how long, and what size I nurse him on, but I can record what hold I used. 
Within the measurements area I can record height, weight, and head size. With bottle feeding I can tell it what kind of liquid I used. And in the pumping section I can tell exactly how much I pumped on which side in addition to start time and how long I pumped. 
I used the free version for a while, but it does limit you to (I think it was) 100 entries before you have to purchase it to keep using. It is totally worth the few bucks you'll spend. 

Saturday, March 1, 2014

Erin's First Stitches

December 7, 2013
Ugh. Talk about bad mom moments... So, Paul picked up a pair of scissors I had left lying around and almost cut Erin's finger off. There was so much blood. I get sort of sick just thinking about it. I know it's not as bad as it seems but it's still pretty bad. 
I never leave scissors out. I'm always moving knives and sharp things Chris leaves lying around so that the kids can't reach them and cut themselves. But I had been the one to leave the scissors out. Snowflake was using the balloons to go back to Santa's and come back home  and they needed to be strung up to hang properly. I had cut some ribbon with the scissors and Chris had to have it explained to him over and over what we were doing. And I guess I just forgot about them. I mean, honestly, I walk around the kitchen all the time double checking that anything remotely sharp is put away so they can't reach them. 
I feel horrible. I wasn't paying attention to them and didn't see what he was doing. It was all so aweful. 
I remember the screams and running to her. There was so much blood. I kept asking her to hold it high. I took her into my bathroom and ran water over it but it wouldn't stop bleeding so I couldn't tell how big it really was. It was a deep cut. I grabbed some gauze and band aids and wrapped it up. But while I had been looking for the right stuff in the drawers she smeared her hand on the floor and kept rubbing it. It was aweful. I wanted to disinfect the wound because of that but knew it wouldn't be smart for me to try. So I wrapped it and I thought it would bleed right through but it didn't.  I kept calling Chris while I got their shoes and jackets on. He finally replied when I was getting myself ready in a hurry. 
I tried to stay calm after the initial shock but I know I didn't do good. I did alright but not great. The roads were so icy and there was all that snow (4 inches, i Think they said). I couldn't go that fast, but I tried. Erin wanted her daddy and he met us at urgent care. They hadn't opened yet so we took the icy roads further and went to the hospital. Erin had kicked off her shoes. Chris had gotten her to keep her hand up by this time. I knew he wanted to take the bandage off and see how bad it really was. I don't think he believed that it was as bad as it was. But he left it on and just stayed calm. He carried her, while she cried hysterically, into the hospital ER while I parked the car with Paul. He was just proud he hadn't kicked his shoes off like ray-ray. I found a couple of random small toys and took them in with us as we walked carefully to the doors. We were the only ones there luckily and they took her right in as Paul and I got there so we all walked back with her. She had to have stitches. Three, I think. So it was a lot worse than I had originally thought (well not originally because like I said I originally thought he had chopped her finger off, but it was worse than I had come to believe).  
They weighed her and took her to a room where they cleaned and examined it and took notes on what happened. They had asked Chris and I would have loved that he tell it but he hasn't been there so I had to retell it all as best I could. I felt so bad. If only I'd have paid attention or put the damn scissors away... I hate myself for it.
 They cleaned it and looked at it and decided on the stitches (instead of glue because her age and its location lent itself to being used more and glue would not work in that situation).  During the stitches Chris stayed up by her head while a nurse was on her other side holding her arm and I held her legs down. They had been pretty smart and wrapped her up tight in a blanket so her other arm wouldn't thrash about on them. 
Paul did good. At first he wanted to comfort her too, then he went off and played with his toys while the stitches were applied. 
She kept yelling that she didn't like it. I felt so bad.  I still feel bad. That's why I'm up tonight writing about it. It happened at around 8 this morning and I haven't been able to shake myself from this. I want to cry so badly. I can't imagine how she feels. What if he cut a nerve?  What if she can't feel with that finger or use it?  The tip had been clipped off too (I hadn't noticed that until after they were cleaning after the stitches). What if that never grows back?  What if it doesn't heal properly?  She's only three. She's only three and this happened. Why did I let this happen?  I hate myself for this and it will take a long time to forgive myself. 

But anyway... Three stitches for my three year old. And she will have them for about seven days as long as everything heals ok. Just pray that no permanent damage happened and that everything heals wonderfully and that she is ok and that Paul is ok too. And that I am ok, too. 

A part of me feels bad for feeling so rotten on myself when it was just stitches. She didn't loose a finger and everyone is alive and most are in good spirits. It's just hard not for me to blame myself. I don't really know how not to right now. And I can't stop worrying at this point. I was doing so well at not being in a funk this season and then satan swoops in. (I really need you, Lord.) I could really use the prayers for strength for myself and healing for Erin. Thank you. Night. 

Monday, March 25, 2013

The Science of Breast Milk

Pretty interesting article on breast milk.  I nursed both my children, and plan to nurse any others that I might have.  I always heard there were great reasons to nurse, but this article focuses on the milk itself.  It's widely known that breast milk has nutrients babies can't get anywhere else, but the act of nursing itself benefits the baby as well.
Enjoy!
 
from:  http://www.slate.com/blogs/how_babies_work/2013/03/20/the_science_of_breast_milk_latest_research_on_nursing_and_milk_vs_formula.html

 

The Secrets of Breast Milk



When we come out of the womb, we make our way to the breast. We enter the world knowing we’re mammals, with milk on our minds.
But even as grown-ups, we have never known exactly what’s in that milk—or, as strange as it may sound, what the point of it is. For decades, milk was thought of strictly in terms of nutrients, which makes sense—milk is how a mother feeds her baby, after all. But providing nutrients turns out to be only part of what milk does. And it might not even be the most important part.
“Mother’s milk is food; mother’s milk is medicine; and mother’s milk is signal,” says Katie Hinde, an assistant professor of human evolutionary biology at Harvard. (She also writes the fascinating blog Mammals Suck, which I suspect is the only place on the Internet where you can fill out a Mammal Madness bracket.) “When people find out I study milk, they automatically think we already know about it, or it’s not important. And I’m like, ‘No, we don’t know about it, and it’s super important.’”
But first, a disclaimer—because conversations about lactation always seem to require disclaimers, especially if you happen to be someone who will never ever lactate. (I’m pretty sure.) In my new book Baby Meets World, I write about how, contrary to myth, not nursing has never been a death sentence. Hundreds of years before halfway-decent formula, infants were fed gruesome substitutes for breast milk (mushed bread and beer, say)—and although many more died than those who were nursed, many also survived. So the lesson of the new science of milk isn’t that formula is some sort of modern evil. (It isn’t modern or evil.) It’s that milk is really complicated—and evolutionarily amazing.
Here’s how complicated: Some human milk oligosaccharides—simple sugar carbohydrates—were recently discovered to be indigestible by infants. When my son was nursing, those oligosaccharides weren’t meant for him. They were meant for bacteria in his gut, which thought they were delicious. My wife was, in a sense, nursing another species altogether, a species that had been evolutionarily selected to protect her child. (A relationship immortalized in the paper titled “Human Milk Oligosaccharides: Every Baby Needs a Sugar Mama.”) In effect, as Hinde and UC-Davis chemist Bruce German have written, “mothers are not just eating for two, they are actually eating for 2 × 1011 (their own intestinal microbiome as well as their infant’s)!” That’s what’s meant by milk serving as medicine, and that’s only scratching the surface.
But Hinde primarily studies the food and the signal elements of milk. “The signal is in the form of hormones that are exerting physiological effects in the infant,” she explains. “Infants have their own internal hormones, but they’re also getting hormones from their mother. They’re binding to receptors in the babies, and we’re just starting to understand what those effects are.”
Hinde works with rhesus macaques, and she’s tracked the effects of the hormone cortisol in their milk. Cortisol is often thought of as the stress hormone, but its function is far more varied, and Hinde has found that the amount and especially the variation of cortisol successfully predicts how the infant macaques go on to behave. It’s a stunning finding: The composition of early milk seems to mold infant temperament. But—and here’s the twist—the males were much more sensitive than the females. Roughly, the more cortisol, the more bold and exploratory the male rhesus macaques were.
Such sex-specific variations in milk, possibly “programmed” by the placenta during gestation, may be common. In humans, there’s early data suggesting that mothers produce fattier milk for boys than girls. But that may be only part of the story, as Hinde has found with rhesus macaques. “Just because sons are getting better milk doesn’t mean they’re getting more. It looks like they’re getting very similar total calories.” So why do sons get fattier milk? “In rhesus macaques, daughters stay in their social groups their whole lives,” Hinde notes. “They form a bond with their mother that only ends when one of them dies. So it might be that mothers are nursing their daughters more frequently and that helps establish this bond.” In contrast, the sons end up leaving the group—and fattier milk means they nurse less often, which means they can spend more time playing with strangers, developing skills they’ll need later in life. The milk, in other words, reflects and cements the social structure of rhesus macaques.
We think of milk as a static commodity, maybe because the milk we buy in the grocery store always looks the same. But scientists now believe that milk varies tremendously. It varies from mother to mother, and it varies within the milk of the same mother. That’s partly because the infants themselves can affect what’s in the milk. “Milk is this phenomenally difficult thing to study because mothers are not passive producers and babies are not passive consumers,” Hinde says. Instead, the composition of milk is a constant negotiation, subject to tiny variables.
For example, she notes, in humans skin-to-skin contact appears to trigger signals that are sent through the milk. “If the infant is showing signs of infection, somehow that’s being signaled back to the mother and she up-regulates the immune factors that are in her milk. Now is that her body’s responding to a need of the baby? Maybe. Is it that she also has a low-grade infection that she’s just not symptomatic for and so her body’s doing that? Maybe. Is it partially both? Maybe. We don’t know. It’s brand-new stuff.”
The new awareness of this sort of signaling is why there’s been a paradigm shift in the study of milk. Scientists have gone from seeing it only as food to seeing it far more expansively—as a highly sensitive variable that plays a wide range of developmental roles.
This new perspective should change how we look at formula, too, Hinde says. Instead of comparing breast milk and formula, we should accept how little we actually know about breast milk. “We need to go back to square one and look at all the variation in breast milk and where it’s coming from and what it does,” she says. “Because how could we possibly know what the difference between breast milk and formula is if we aren’t even keeping track of what the variation in breast milk is doing? And so the more that we understand about what is in milk, and what predicts how it varies, the more opportunity there is for formula to better emulate what breast milk is.”
Almost 150 years after the first infant formula, the splendidly named Liebig’s Soluble Food for Babies, was proclaimed to be “virtually identical” to human milk, we now know how much we don’t know about milk. It’s a deeply intimate mystery. And the scientists who study it are a lot like almost any parent gazing down at their sucking child: They too are full of wonder.
Nicholas Day's book on the science and history of infancy, Baby Meets World, will be published in April. His website is nicholasday.net.

Friday, January 25, 2013

Mall day with Erin

I had to return a coat for Chris to Dillard's so I took the opportunity to take Erin by herself somewhere. I knew the next time I went to woodland I was going to take her with me so she could get my free piece of chocolate for the month.
I was going to take her out at 3 but was running a bit late so it was closer to 4 when I got her out. But time didn't matter. But she seemed to be looking forward to it.
When we got there we went straight for Dillard's. She was in awe of the shoe section, and loved pointing out the purses. She was excited at the prospects of seeing where her clothes were.
We went down to to the men's section and with a slight delay we returned the coat. Erin enjoyed looking at herself in all the mirrors.
Then we were off to Godiva! "I love chocolate!". It brought a smile to my face when she almost yelled it in the store.
She was able to pick one out. It took her a little time, she wasn't sure at first and I had to explain what was in them (vanilla, chocolate, etc). She chose a chocolate-chocolate truffle. Then she really wanted one that wasn't available for being free, but I went ahead and got it for her, then a chocolate covered strawberry for me... Then one for her. She was so excited, but she didn't want to eat them right away. She did want to carry around the bag.
We then went downstairs and she was so excited to go into build a bear. We spent some time in there just looking around, I didn't explain anything to her but I did point out some of the fun costumes and accessories.
After that she wanted to finally eat her chocolate. We found a bench, sat down, and chose the chocolate covered strawberries. They were delicious and she really enjoyed them.
I wanted to take her to the Disney store before we left but on the way she got distracted by one of the kiosks selling squishy bouncy balls. Needless to say we ended up with one for her and one for Paul.
When we got to the Disney store she got a little wild. It was cute. She kept telling me who each of the characters were. I could tell she was starting to understand that I was buying things she was pointing out so she started bringing me things. But I only had enough money left for Brooklyn's presents. Which was a good thing. She needs to know that as much as I want to give her special treats she doesn't need it all.

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Life on pause

I don't know how many times I've thought about stopping and writing something down to blog about but just haven't. I don't know what to say but it's been a while. My life and my brain sort of went on pause this past holiday season. I will try and be better about this.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Mama drama

Ever since my dr stay the kids have been going full time to school. And I feel super guilty. I want to spend more time with them. I don't want to be the pinterest stepford wife/mom but I do want to do stuff with my kids. I want the kids to have memories of doing fun stuff. All the comments on the sb post mention making memories with your kids. Well that doesn't happen just sitting around watching tv with them. It happens when you do things with them... Some of the stuff you do off pinterest like make your own play dough or cookies. This is where I'm torn. I know it gives me time to get the house in order but I feel my time with the kids slipping away.