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Staying Cool

Summer here is HOT! Last summer southern Colorado broke records for the amount of days with 100+ degree temperatures. That combined with the fact I was pregnant and experiencing constant nausea meant that “I” and I spent all summer in the house going stir crazy.

I am determined that this summer will be different. It is still hot, but I am determined to find ways to not be in the house all the time. Last week I bought a wading pool that fits perfectly on our porch (shade is also a necessity!).

“I” helped me fill up the pool.

"I" filling the wading pool

“I” filling the wading pool

“G” didn’t like the water at first but once I put her in the bumbo chair and allowed her to bob around in the water she had fun too.

"G" chilling

“G” chilling

Fun in the wading pool

And after splashing around in the pool for a couple hours yesterday, “I” passed out on the porch for an impromptu nap.

"I" taking an impromptu nap

“I” taking an impromptu nap

Bring it summer!

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Happy Father’s Day!

Today I want to take a moment and be grateful for my amazing husband and father of our two girls.

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“J” is a man who fearlessly (most times) and joyfully (always) parents our girls! He loves being a father and takes the role very seriously – working hard to support us, making time to spend quality time with us, never quailing in the face of poopy diapers of vomity sheets and bravely supporting me through the world of breast-feeding, cloth diapers, organic and whole foods and gardening.

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Surrounded by women “J” confidently navigates the pink and purple tinted world of mermaids / princesses / superheroes / dance class / unicorns / fairies.  He patiently sits through a zillion viewings of Little Mermaid or Princess Lillifee and the Unicorn.  He also endures endless repeats of Glee covers, Dora the Explorer songs while managing to slip in some wider musical variety like the GoGos, David Bowie and Otis Redding.

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He does not let any fear of looking silly prevent him from running through sprinklers, splash in the wading pool, wear a princess hat, be covered in stickers, act like a scary monster or dance around. And he is master at finishing sermons with both his daughters on his lap.

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I didn’t grow up with a good father – in fact mine was by all standards really awful.  So seeing “J” be such a great father and seeing what good father/daughter relationships look like is really precious!

Happy father’s day to “J” and all the other great fathers out there!

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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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