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The Great Ice Cream Challenge of 2012!

When we lived in Baltimore we were lucky enough to be in walking distance of ice cream, frozen yogurt and Italian gelato shops. Summer was spent cooling ourselves with delicious frozen treats. Unfortunately the small town we live in does not offer these options. Ice cream can be obtained from the grocery store, but it just isn’t the same.

With all this in mind, and my post-pregnancy energy / craziness coming back, I decided that the perfect solution to our ice cream shortage should be that we make our own!

Therefore I announce the Great Ice Cream Challenge of 2012!

Every week during the summer I challenge myself to make a different type of ice cream, sorbet or gelato. Then I will post pictures and general thoughts about the flavor of the week.

Though it isn’t technically summer, I figured now would be a good time time to start given that it is already 95 degrees outside. This week I chose to make a avocado, coconut & pineapple ice cream (meanwhile receiving skeptical looks from “J” who was convinced our first ice cream attempt would be an ambitious disaster). I found the recipe on allrecipes.com and modified it according to the comments.

AVOCADO, COCONUT & PINEAPPLE ICE CREAM
2 avocados
1 can (14oz) coconut milk
1 1/2 cups sugar
2 3/4 cup heavy cream
1/2 can of crushed pineapple
2 handfuls of shredded coconut

Blend together ingredients in a blender or food processor. Chill and then freeze in an ice cream maker according to manufacturer directions. Let set overnight in the freezer before eating.

Ice Cream ingredients

This recipe was surprisingly awesome! The avocado gave a flavor of slight nuttiness and made the ice cream super creamy! And the dominating flavors of pineapple and coconut were tasty. It is very important to let it sit overnight in the freezer before eating though. We were initially impatient and ate it a couple hours after making. Then we ate some again the next evening and the flavor had definitely improved. “J” actually admitted to enjoying this recipe and “I” gobbled it up as fast as we would serve it to her!

I will definitely be looking for enough ice cream flavors to get us through the summer. What are some of your favorite ice cream flavors to make? Any recipe suggestions out there?

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Mother’s Day, Prayer & Tina Fey

In honor of Mother’s Day I want to re-post a Mother’s Prayer from Tina Fey. I discovered this prayer last year while reading her fabulous book Bossypants (it IS fabulous, go read it immediately!).

First, Lord: no tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.

May she be beautiful but not damaged, for it’s the damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the beauty.

When the crystal meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half and stick with beer.

Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.

Lead her away from acting but not all the way to finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking you, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, youdammit.

May she play the drums to the fiery rhythm of her own heart with the sinewy strength of her own arms, so she need not lie with drummers.

Grant her a rough patch from twelve to seventeen.Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a tiger flower blooming magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.

O Lord, break the internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.

And when she one day turns on me and calls me a bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that shit. I will not have it.

And should she choose to be a mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a mental note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with your God eyes.

Amen.”

-Tina Fey

Happy Mother’s Day!

Sisters!

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Parenting Secret #7: Selective Memory

Pretty girls in pretty dresses

These photos are from Easter. They beautifully portray my seemingly angelic children in the idyllic Easter setting of an outdoor egg hunt in our front yard.

“I” and her pink bunny!

“G” and her Easter flower

I love them because they are not only some wonderful shots of my girls, but also because they are complete misrepresentations of what Easter was actually like in my house.

Easter morning started at 4:30am with “G” waking up and deciding that any further sleep was completely unnecessary. The morning continues with “I” waking up at 6:00am with a nightmare – giving her less than seven hours of sleep as she played in her room till well after 11:00pm the night before! Consequently, both girls were tired and grumpy by the time we arrived at the church Easter breakfast.

Church did nothing to improve our temperaments. “I” refused to eat anything at the breakfast and whined the entire time. During church, I was back in the nursery with both girls. “G” needed to feed, “I” wanted attention and this somehow resulted in “I” jumping on “G” and I during the feeding prompting tears from “G” and eventually tears from “I” after I yelled at her for what may have been an inappropriate amount of time. Then “I” topped it off by throwing a temper tantrum because she refused to go to the bathroom. Needless to say, “J” came into the nursery after church to find all three of us in tears.

So a very wise daddy took all three of us home and made all the women in his life take a nap.

After sleep, the world looked better! I dressed the girls back up in their dresses and we had a great time opening the Easter baskets and watching “I” enthusiastically find Easter eggs that she then voraciously opened to devour the candy. I took plenty of pictures and felt my spirits rise at the thought that the days was ending so much better than it started!

Then we attempted family dinner.

I was feeling very proud of the baked chicken, roasted vegetables and salad that I had prepared. Also, I hoped against hope that chicken and potatoes were innocuous enough that “I” would eat them. “I” unfortunately was not about to eat supper when there was Easter candy to consume. “J” and I explained that if she ate three bites she could have more candy. “I” sat down, looked at the food, gagged dramatically and then proceeded with gagging until she threw up all over the table. “G” in the meantime was demanding another feeding because she is always hungry just as we try to sit down to supper. Easter ended with an early bedtime for “I” and me crying to “J” about what I felt was my inability to mother two children.

That particular Easter Sunday was hard to get through and totally demoralizing. Yet I love these pictures because they represent the fact that amidst all the crying, stinky bodily fluids, and sleep deprivation there were some really good moments – moments of play, fun and discovery. Moments that make everything else worth it.

Happy girls!

So I keep these pictures and every time I look at them I immerse my self in some healthy parental denial, choosing to remember the day as depicted in the photos rather than how I felt while crying as it ended.

Ah the power of selective memory!

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Yes, I am Mom Enough

Yesterday was one of THOSE mothering days. To begin with I was sleep deprived – not the normal sleep deprivation that one suffers as a mother of two young children which is already difficult – but the sleep deprivation that comes from your 3-year-old keeping you up for three nights in a row. Add to that, “I” was also dangerously sleep-deprived which never makes for a good day. Also “J” was out of town all day due to church business.

I wanted the day to be better. I had high hopes of over-coming my sleep-deprived anger issues with a bunch of fun little craft projects and playtime with some super cool toys while listening to music. But it was not to be. Every single project I attempted with “I” somehow managed to end in a giant yelling match between the two of us over issues such as “no “I”, you are too young to use mommy’s rotary cutter and mommy does not want to take you in for stitches” and “if you put you fingers under the sewing machine needle it WILL sew your finger.” Then “G” wanted to be held all the time – which while I love snuggling it also means I do nothing else. I didn’t get the shower I desperately needed and I still have no clue whether or not I was able to brush my teeth. By the time “J” came home the situation between “I” and myself was truly ugly. Bedtime then culminated with “J” receiving a bloody nose when “I” smacked her forehead into it, and “I” leaving her bedroom to come out, pull down her pants, and yell “daddy, look at my butt”.

As I said before, it was a hard parenting day.

Later that day, as bedtime was finally done and things were calming down, I decided to pull out my computer and do some harmless, stress-reducing web browsing. That’s when I saw the TIME Magazine cover plastered every where. Honestly, I saw the fact that this woman had perfect hair and makeup and was skinny way before I saw the breast-feeding 3-year-old. Reading the accompanying articles didn’t help.  Welcome back to the horrible pop culture creation called “mommy wars” – where mothering is a competitive contact sport and every single decision you make simultaneously makes you a self-righteous judgmental shrew and fails your children because you are doing EVERYTHING wrong.  The newest opponent in the battle that most recently included Chinese mothering and French mothering is attachment parenting – paired of course with one of the favorite contenders: feminism.  The sampling of articles on the TIME website include titles such as:

“How Feminism Begat Intensive Mothering”

“Parents Do What’s Right for Them, Not for the Kids”

“Quiz: What’s Your Parenting Style”

“Confessions of an Accidental Attachment Parent”

And here are a couple of my favorite infuriating quotes:

“If they’re giving up so much to raise this new human, they’re going to make sure the kid is raised like a blue chip stock price.” – How Feminism Begat Intensive Mothering by Belinda Luscombe

“From the labor room onward, women strive to overdeliver. Attachment parenting requires sacrifice, dedication, strategizing and a lot of long hours doing thankless tasks. In other words, it’s exactly like climbing the corpousorate ladder. Except there is no glass ceiling. Or annual bonus.” – How Feminism Begat Intensive Mothering by Belinda Luscombe

What frustrates me the most about the pop culture mommy wars is that there is no place within them for honest discussion or a generous give and take of ideas.  Instead it attempts to pit mother against mother for their parenting choices thus encouraging massive amounts of guilt, suspicion, and mistrust among women.  This is tragic because mothering is one of those times where you really need other women and other moms not just to bounce ideas against, but to get advice and support because mothering is hard!  I completely agree with Lisa Belkin’s response in the Huffington Post: “Motherhood is — should be — a village, where we explore each other’s choices, learn from them, respect them, and then go off and make our own.”

Mothering is hard – we all know this!  You are trying to facing challenges of sleep deprivation, finances, energy, and lifestyle changes.  You are either struggling as a  a single parent or muddling with the changes that parenting brings between you and your partner.  You are trying to be the EPA, USDA, FDA, APA, ACOG, PhD, and an MD about issues regarding childbirth, toys, formula, breast-feeding, food, childcare work, household cleaning supplies, sleeping arrangements, etc.  You are trying to figure out your identity amidst giving so much to the little ones in your care.  And you are trying to manage the massive guilt issues that come with trying to do right by these lives in your care while worrying that you are not doing enough or doing it right.  Mothers have enough to navigate without the media telling us that we should be fighting and competing with each other as well.

Now in all fairness we all know some of those competitive moms.  But the overwhelming majority of us are at worst trying to survive and at best trying to do our darnedest to raise decent, healthy and hopefully happy human beings.

So yes TIME, I am mom enough . . .

I am mom enough to get through a day with insufficient sleep from the past several nights.

I am mom enough to offer my family healthy food options the majority of the time and unhealthy options at those points where I am too tired and overwhelmed to do anything beyond feed them.

I am mom enough to support my friend’s parenting choices even if they differ from my own.

I am mom enough to carry my baby in a sling and a stroller.

I am mom enough to ask for help, advice, research the options and make my own decisions.

I am mom enough to appreciate the importance of art projects, reading and free play in my children’s development and the importance of television and computers during those times where I need to make dinner, feed the younger child, or simply don’t have the energy for anything else.

I am mom enough to have ideals and the humility and grace to recognize when I don’t live up to them or have to change them.

I am mom enough to value all the other moms around me who are also trying their best and thereby not compete with them or unfairly judge them.

I am mom enough to realize that the media created “mommy wars” are beyond ridiculous and that I need other mothers too much to buy into this distasteful piece of pop culture.

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Kids Clothes Challenge Week – Day #3

Today I was still feeling daunted by my inability to sew that curve. Also, I really didn’t want to take out the stitches I would have to in order to fix my problem (I may not have a lot of experience sewing, but I have enough to know how much I HATE taking out stitches). Additionally the dress was turning out a bit bigger and heavier than I was hoping. Consequently I decided to embark on a different project – one with nice straight lines that would build my sewing confidence that would in turn allow me to attack that dress again tomorrow.

I did some online searching and found this awesome tutorial for a pillowcase dress.  It looked simple, adorable, and a perfect project.  I then made some measurements and cut my pieces.

Fabric Pieces for Pillowcase Dress

Fabric Pieces for Pillowcase Dress

The ironing and sewing actually went really fast (love sewing those straight lines!).  After a little over an hour I had a completed dress!

Finished Dress

I of course made “G” model the dress and she was of course adorable!

"G" modeling the finished dress

"G" modeling the finished dress

It feels good to have a finished product!

Tomorrow I will try to fix the first dress I attempted and start a project for “I”.

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Kids Clothes Challenge Week – Day #2

This morning’s wake up came at 5:30am due to a hungry baby “G”. After finishing feeding her I decided to take advantage of the early morning to fit in my hour of sewing (and wash a batch of diapers).

I was inspired to try and sew some little dresses for Greta because I am in love with her cloth diapers. The diapers come in such wonderful bright colors it feels like a shame to cover them up. Just look how adorable she is these diapers!

Adorable Diapers!

Adorable Diapers & Baby

Plus it gets so hot here during the summer I figured “G” would want to wear as little as possible.

This morning began with my finishing cutting out all the pieces. Then I had to iron the pieces. And yes, ironing is just as tedious as I remember it.

Ironing

Ironing

Next I pinned the pieces together. Seeing the dress start to take shape is exciting.

Pinning pieces together

Pinning pieces together

Now I could start sewing! I was excited and it was going well. Then I got to the straps . . . my beginning sewing skills and constant state of sleep deprivation was not prepared to sew a tight curve like that.  The sewing on the straps is fairly terrible and I was feeling stumped.

At the end of the hour I completed a good deal of sewing on the dress – even with the funky sewed straps.

It's taking shape!

It's taking shape!

Tomorrow I will figure out how the sew the straps in a decent fashion . . . somehow.  And I should have a dress at the end of it!

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Kids Clothes Week Challenge – Day #1

Life has been very busy lately.  A huge amount of my time goes towards “G” as I navigate the endless cycle of breast-feeding, diaper changes and snuggling.  Amidst all this I am trying to find time to take care of “I” plus find little activities for her that expend her energy, encourage creativity, and let her know that not only is she loved, but that mommy still sees everything (“I” may have tried a few times to exploit my divided attention to her advantage!).  Add on top of this endless piles of laundry and dishes.

So of course I need to add another activity . . .

While reading Facebook this morning I discovered via a status update from one of my favorite blogs, Miranda Makes, that this week begins the Kids Clothes Week Challenge 2012 on Elsie Marley.  I have lots of pieces of fabric, and couple patterns and lots of visions of my beautiful girls in some handmade clothes.  And what’s one more thing added to my day?

Challenge accepted!

This afternoon my opportunity came during an uncommon moment when both the girls were napping.  Consequently I sat on the living room floor, surrounded by piles of clothes that need to be folded and pulled out a pattern of an adorable summer top that I want to make for “G”.

Baby Dress Pattern

Baby Dress Pattern

Let’s see what I can accomplish in an hour!

First things first, the tedious task of cutting out pattern pieces.

Pattern Pieces

Pattern Pieces

At the end of my hour despite several phone calls and a baby who kept waking up and complaining about the “lack of attention” she was experiencing, I was able to cut out two of the three pieces I need to start sewing.

Fabric and Pattern Pieces

Fabric and Pattern Pieces

Not bad for an hour’s worth of interrupted work.

Stay tuned for tomorrow’s progress report!

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Adjusting to Baby – Oh the Places the Bebe Will Go

Bebe is a necessary companion when pottying

I always know that “I” is having adjustment issues when she takes her lovey, bebe, everywhere! At the moment her bebe is rarely more than an arms-length away from her at all times. While I am glad that she has this way to comfort herself, I do have to laugh at some of the places she takes this blanket.

Now to figure out when I can wash this lovey again . . .

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Sisters

I spent a lot of time trying to figure out what “I’s” reaction was going to be to her little sister. Was she going to be jealous? Hostile? Excited? Nurturing? While “J” and I spent a lot of time talking to her about the baby in mommy’s belly and about the fact that she was going to be a big sister, we really had no way of knowing how she was actually processing the information or how she was going to feel when “G” actually arrived.

Thankfully it was love at first sight! “I” was immediately enthralled with “G” wanting to hold her and giggling at every movement “G” made.

"I" adores her little sister!

Nowadays it is normal to see “I” sitting next to “G” singing her little songs and telling her that “G” is her “favorite sister.

"I" coloring next to "G"

That isn’t to say that haven’t been adjustment issues. “I” has thrown a lot more temper tantrums lately and her eating habits have once again gone down the crapper. But luckily her issues seem to directed at “J” and I rather than the baby.

I am thankful to see how gentle and loving “I” is towards “G”! It gives me much hope that they will be friends as well as sisters!

Sisters!

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Welcome Baby “G”

Three weeks ago we at long last welcomed baby “G” into our home! “G” is a beautiful and healthy baby girl and we are simultaneously thrilled and exhausted by her addition to our family.

"G" sleeping in her daddy's arms

“G” didn’t arrive quite as I expected or planned. My first pregnancy culminated with “I” coming into the world via c-section due to a combination of her failure to descend and having the cord wrapped around her neck three times.  C-section was in no way my ideal way to give birth, but at the end of the day I was simply grateful to have “I” in my arms as a healthy and perfect baby girl and to have the opportunity to see her grow into the beautiful little girl she is today.   With “G” I really did not want to have a c-section again.  The combination of the fact it is major abdominal surgery, the serious pain medications required afterwards, the recovery time, and that natural birth has significant benefits were all major factors in this decision.  Given this desire I searched to find the only doctor within two hours of where I live who would assist with a vaginal birth after caesarean (VBAC) and I voraciously read any resource that I could get my hands on regarding all the benefits and potential risks of a VBAC.  I spent several doctor’s appointments asking questions and even having to advocate for my decision with my doctor (I discovered that having a doctor who is willing to do a VBAC doesn’t necessarily mean the doctor is completely supportive).  And I carefully put together a birth plan where I tried very hard to balance all the research I had done with my desire for natural birth with the potential mortality issues.  I sought out support from my wonderful and knowledgeable friends and family and was very grateful for their encouragement and the unflagging support and trust from my husband.

Given how much I researched and advocated for a natural birth I of course felt an enormous amount of self-inflicted pressure to have this birth go as I planned.  And for a couple weeks I was encouraged by the painful, and at times regular presence of contractions.   Additionally, I was trying every natural method possible to encourage this baby to come on out.  Then I went in to the doctor for my 39-week appointment and found that despite the contractions that the baby had not dropped and I was not dilated.   I was disappointed, deflated and spent several minutes crying in the bathroom stall after my appointment.  I really struggled with the fact that despite all my careful planning and research I was finding myself in the exact same some position I was in with my first child.

The next week I spent still trying to encourage her to come out naturally all the while trying to manage my disappointment and remind myself that at the end of the day my goal is healthy baby and healthy mommy.   My due date came and went without “G” making her appearance.  Then at my next doctor’s appointment baby “G” was still no closer to making an appearance and I was starting to exhibit some serious health complications.  Given what was going on, my doctor and I decided together that I would be immediately admitted to hospital for tests, monitoring and treatment and that baby “G” would make her appearance via c-section later that day.  On my way over to the hospital I called my husband so he could find childcare for “I” and a ride to the hospital (the joys of being a one-car family).

Several hours later “J” and welcomed our second daughter into the world.   We were thankful for a c-section without complications for either “G” or myself.  “J” and I were even more grateful for our daughter’s safe arrival when we found that the cord was wrapped around her neck as well!  Our experience at the hospital was very positive thanks to a wonderful and supportive nursing staff.  And “G” is of course perfect in every way!

I find myself constantly grappling with the idea of grace as parent.  Grace with “I”  as she tests her boundaries and my patience.  Grace with “J” as he and I try to figure out how to parent as a team.  And grace with myself when I fail to live up to my own plans and expectations.  “G” didn’t come quite how I planned or expected.  But at the end of the day she and I are both healthy and unharmed and I have the opportunity to parent another wonderful little girl!  It is so easy for me to focus on the difficulties and perceived failures of my own parenting, I definitely need grace to remind me that my efforts are good enough and to enjoy the wonderful gifts that are my daughters.

My girls!

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