Friday, October 22, 2010
So back to Shutterfly. We use them all of the time, they often have great print deals, and we stock up, and will use them for already designed 4x6 prints (Such as those from Dolcetto Designs :)). Of course they have the traditional "flat" photo cards, but they are also getting "fancier" every year. They also have Christmas Card Birth Announcements, perfect for those of you who want to combine announcing your newest addition with your Christmas Card!
Interested? Head on over to Shutterfly and check them out further, for a limited time all cards will be 20% off!
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Monday, September 20, 2010
And the time is now :)
I don't want to be redundant, so just go check out our new adoption blog. This one will still be here for family updates, recipes(look for more of these as I am back GF/CF/ and Sugar free), and the like. But check out Malot's Hope for info about our process and how our fundraising is going, as well as ways you can help. Oh an check out our Malot's Hope Independent Shaklee Shop while you are at it, proceeds benefit Malot's Hope/ Adoption fund!
I dare say the sun is coming out!
Thursday, September 9, 2010
The piece De resistance (I am sure I butchered that...whoops!) of music selections is Yet, by Switchfoot. Now I'm not a huge Switchfoot fan, I like their "mild" stuff, but it gets a little loud and bangy, and headachy quite frequently. Currently it is the only CD in our car, so for lack of other options I have been listening. The end of this song is so perfect for where I am.
If it doesn't break your heart it isn't love.
If it doesn't break your heart it's not enough.
'Cause when you're breaking down, with your insides looking out,
It's when you find out what your hearts made of.
But You haven't lost me yet.
Seriously, how great is that? I often think why me, why us, blah blah blah, let's throw a pity party. I'm not immune. My heart has been broke. I have new respect for so many walks of life. I have learned so very much about life, love, and healing. I have gone from what was a circumstance driven faith(not that I realized, nor would have fessed up to that fact), to one that, while shaky at times, is rooted and unwavering. We have had dreams, goals, and vision ripped from our view. This is not where we pictured ourselves.
He hasn't lost us yet. And it wasn't much after I had that realization (while driving in an unbelievable stinky RAV- 4 toting 22 chickens to their death) that I started to dream again. See the new button, I'm sure we can all guess where this is going.
He hasn't lost me yet.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
But I may just be most excited about the young college lady I am meeting tomorrow. We are hiring a part-time nanny! This means I(without children, or with only one) will be able to leave the house! Wohooo!
Monday, September 6, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
We stopped vaccinating our little Fish (after previously doing a delay schedule which was our pediatrician's recommendation) around 6 months old. This was the time we were trialing her on food, and she was a mess with allergies. I think back to what life was like in the Clorox wipe filled days, and I can hardly fathom it! We stopped in hope of letting her little tummy heal itself(vaccines, as well as allergies, are drains on the immune system), and had all intention of starting back up once she was "out of the woods".
So she went for her good old 2 year well check, brave as can be, and got her "poke". Not a big deal right, every other kid does it too. The big deal came after. The past two weeks we have watched our little Fish have slow changes in front of our eyes. Less interacting with friends, more sensory seeking, and the thing that made me take notice, hour or more long tantrums on almost a daily basis. I don't care what you say, that is not normal!
I feel like both camps of the vaccine debate can agree on one thing, there is some part of the population that cannot get rid of the junk in vaccines. They harbor it somehow and it sends them into a funk. (I know I am sooooo scientific!) Quite frankly I don't care why, in our house we are more worried with "how to fix it".
So that is what we did(or tried...) today. Off to see good old Dr. Cheryl, both kids in tow, to get the girl and the boy straightened out(she was *hopefully* straitening out seizure triggers for him). It gets a little "black magic" from there, but we should know in 24-48 hours if we have our "old" Fishy back. I sure hope so, because the current one has been breaking my heart!
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Thursday, August 19, 2010
It's not about getting to the other side of the storm, it's about learning to dance in the rain.
Somehow my lot in life has become stormy, and for the next however long I'm looking at, I would say that I will be in the storm more than in the sun. So I better learn to dance in the rain. That's what I'm trying to do. Look at the blessings I have as opposed to the hindrances. (I mean he is living right? By all accounts he shouldn't even be with us right now.)
But life will be bleak if I am blinded by the storm. Because as much as we want to say things will improve, you can't grow out of a significant brain injury. Gains will be made, he will continue to astound us all, but almost always a new storm will be lurking around the corner.
So I'm getting my umbrella, and putting on my dancing shoes.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Anyways as she is screaming I start hearing a mimic scream coming from the opposite side of the car. Followed by laughing.
Fish Screams (so mad, angry, very serious, tears rolling down her face...).
Mimic scream. More laughing.
Every time she screamed or got mad, he copied her and then laughed. The whole way home. Then I started cracking up. You have never seen a two year old scorned as much as she was at that minute.
To bad there was no gluten today... but there was cheesecake. Happy birthday to me.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Off to see Cheryl again in hopes of straightening him back out. He may just eat banana, avocado, and Elecare for the rest of his life. Seems better than the alternative.
Have I said before I love his doctors? (okay well Dr. Carine and Dr. Cheryl... I could do without the others).
Sunday, August 15, 2010
But we have appointments. You see, Puppy had a seizure on Friday. It wasn't "long" in terms of seizures, lasting roughly a minute total, but in terms of making my heart stop it was about a minute too long. I'll spare the visual but if your really curious you tube grand mal seizure in infant, I'm sure you'll find many disturbing images. So he has started meds, and we have his emergency "stop seizure" meds (kinda like an epi pen for allergies) if one lasts too long, and my all time favorite, more appointments with specialists.
I am thankful for his specialists, for his pediatrician (who talked to me many times during our squad/ ER adventure Friday night), but I wonder when it will stop. Will we have "hiccups" every few months for his entire life? And if so, what is the next? And where is the rain in the midst?
Because life in the Sahara isn't very much fun...
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
So just an update on our summer...
The kiddos are great, growing and changing. Our Fish, well she is as rotten and adorable as ever. She has some impressive "moves" that she shares with us constantly. Between that and her nonstop chatter (complete with teenage angst) I am fearful for what our teenage years will bring!
Pup is more of a miracle boy with every day that passes. He has been achieving new milestones with each passing week! He is crawling UP on all fours (as opposed to army crawl), and is pulling up on everything. He is also a pro at sitting to crawling and crawling to sitting. These things take tremendous trunk (core) strength, so HUGE deals for our little man. We (okay well his team of docs) have also started rooting out the reason why his stokes happened in the first place. He had two rare clotting antibodies, and currently still has one. The fact that he has these and survived at all is a miracle in itself! I love when we go to appointments with new doctors and they say, "He's doing really well". My usual response is , "Yeah, he's doing pretty good." They generally stop and look at me amazed, "No, he's doing REALLY well!" Anyways I feel pretty blessed to have such a precious boy, thank you all for your prayers all throughout his life!
Besides the kids I have been busy canning and freezing goodies, and raising (and killing) chickens. But not growing said goodies, I failed at home gardening. I much prefer to beg, borrow, or steal! Oh and the pool, I have a couple water babies! Look for more fun summer happenings to come soon, I promise!
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
A dear friend of mine surprised me at a recent visit (long overdue too!) by saying she had stopped eating meat. She is not the vegetarian type, as much as she is the social justice type. And that is what a lot of our food and stuff dilemma break down to, social justice. Why is it that someone else should put their life into harms way, making minimum wage, just so we can buy ground beef for 1.50 a pound? She is voting with her dollar.
This subject is hard. I get it. It's hard for me. Consumption. I shudder at the thought of confronting the demons lurking there. Do I eat fast food? Yup. But only organic, grass fed meat? Not in the slightest. Do I get giddy in the prospect of a shopping trip to Target? You Betcha!
But because something is the social norm(even inside your chosen faith or "sub-culture"), does not make it right. Oh yea, I said it.
So now I must act. I must change how we live, how we consume. And I must do it on relatively the same amount of money. Change is hard. But, if we are to progress as a society and as a family, change is necessary.
Check out Food Inc. and the Story of Stuff. Think about change. Consider this journey with me. I will never be perfect. I will most likely always fall into the "hypocrite" category. But at least I will be moving forward.
Let's try voting with our dollar. Let's make a difference.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
You and all of your tattoos, and your proficient use of the middle finger.
Getting out and yelling obscenities at a family of four was really a nice touch.
If only we knew what we did to make you so angry.
Hats off to you though for being an upstanding citizen,
I sure hope my children grow up to be just like you one day.
Friday, April 16, 2010
My pregnancy was wildly uneventful, and in fact most of it is a blur as I had another baby (FISH!) at home and needed me to take care of her every need. Contractions came and went for the last few weeks, but nothing major. Around 3 AM I was awoken to contractions. I called the zoo keeper who as working night shift and that got the ball rolling. By the time we dropped fish of at my parents it was already 5:30, and we were still looking at a 30 minute drive to the hospital. I was triaged and then sent to a room... and progressing FAST. I could tell the nurses were watching the monitors, but nobody was freaking out, so I wasn't that bothered. Puppy's heart rate was dropping after contractions. During contractions was normal for minor cord issues, but after is a bit scarier (although I still am a bit fuzzy on the why). I was given an oxygen mask and told to lay on my left side with as little movement as possible, and to breath calmly... with no pain meds during transition :). I was not trying to be a hero, I was just going too fast. The nurses started calling franticly for anesthesia. They were hoping pain meds would calm me down, and would help Puppy's heart rate, or at least that is what we were told. Looking back my guess is they wanted to be prepared in case an emergency C-section needed to happen. I bypassed an epidural since I was so close to pushing and was just given a spinal, which only lasts for roughly 30 minutes. My water was broke once my midwife arrived with a significant amount of Meconioum. (Not our first time at the meconium carnival... fish had it too.) Shortly after it was time to push (it was like 10 minutes or something crazy like that. I think it was 9ish). NICU nurses were in the room in case he had aspirated meconium as standard procedure (again had it with fish), but it was a pretty calm situation. He 7 pushes or so later he was out. It was until push 5 or so I realized something really wasn't right. She had me push with no contraction, and keep pushing until he was out. She flooped him onto my belly cut the cord and wisked him away. He was "dusky"... but really he just looked dead. A greyish color I will never forget. He wasn't moving, wasn't breathing, just a few of his left fingers were jerking.
Even through all of this I still wasn't that worried. Yes, he was being worked on, but my midwife kept reassuring me that lots of little boys had breathing issues at birth. "Whimpy white boy syndrome" is what it is called. A few hours in the NICU and he would be all ours. I was left in the recovery room and the entire entourage needed to keep my son alive, as well as his daddy, went upstairs. It was another hour and a half before I would see them again. Once I finally got upstairs I was not prepared for what I was about to see. Machine upon machine hooked up to my little bot, heat lamps and blood drawls, all in his first hour of life. Within five minutes we were approached by the St. Ann's NICU Doctor who informed us that Puppy had suffered from extensive oxygen depravation, and that he would benifit from a new cooling technology offered at Nationwide Childrens Hospital. The transport team was on thier way as there was a very short window in which the treatment could be started. I would have to say good bye to my baby boy only minutes after first really meeting him. Transport came, loaded him up and wisked him away, with Daddy trailing behind. I am so thankful for the friends who came to visit me that day at the hospital. I wouldn't wish staying on a Post partum floor without an infant on anyone. But that is what I did. Sat and waited patiently for text updates or phone calls from the Zoo Keeper from the hospital acroos town.
The next couple weeks are a blur of Hospital, and news, some of it good, most of it bad. We learned that he had also suffered a stroke in the womb about a month prior to birth. We were told he may never walk, may never sit (cough cough... HE CAN!), that his trunk muscles may never develop. We were prepared for the worst. And while when we think about him today we try to keep out expectations low, we know that God is watching over our little miracle. That he is destined for greatness. Yes, October 20th was a day that I will never desire to relive. But October 20th has brought me to a place I never though I would ever reach. A place of compassion and patience. A place that can say that I am a special needs parent, and I am surviving... maybe even thriving. We have a bumps (okay mountians) to climb over, and I am sure there are plenty more to come as he grows. But he is our Miricle. Our little boy who shouldn't be. And to the God who allows me to hold him in my arms and watch him exceed our wildest expectations, I am forever greatful.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Recently we have started going to a new church. (Covenant Church... check it out, come Easter!) Pretty cool place, meets at a movie theater, pretty much the least "churchy" you can be. A bunch of 20 and 30 somethings(along with a few "old people") attempting at making an impact on a community. Good stuff. Anyways, the pastor is a pretty straight forward, tell it like it is kinda guy, with a smidge of humor thrown in there. I wish I could take credit for the following, I really do. But I couldn't not pass it on. Its just too amusing (and TRUE!).
Now you can know for sure if you fit into this wonderful category of irrelevant christians…..
#10- LEAVE A TRACK AS A TIP IN A RESTAURANT INSTEAD OF LEAVING ANY MONEY
Why would you leave someone serving you any money? Just make sure and leave them a track! Leaving a track say’s, “Hey, i’m cheap AND irritating.”
#9- PURCHASE TEN CHRISTIAN BUMPER STICKERS, PLACE THEM ON YOUR CAR, AND THEN DRIVE LIKE AN IDIOT
Nothing say’s God loves you more than a wwjd sticker wearing Volvo cutting you off and then pumping the brakes almost causing you to crash. Make sure and find the right stickers to reach the full capacity of irritation. You know, the “Jesus is my co-pilot” and the “In case of rapture, car will be unmanned” or how about the “I'm under the influence….of God!.” With these stickers, and your reckless driving, your testimony is sure to shine.
#8- ONLY SPEAK IN THE OLD ENGLISH WHEN TALKING TO PEOPLE, ESPECIALLY PEOPLE WHO DON’T GO TO CHURCH
Heareth you who haveth ears to hear. Thine best option is that thou woudst talk in such a manner as to shun all who would take offense to thou speaking in such tones. Thou shalt be most relevant in thine culture of today, when thee speaketh in a manner which shalt confuse everyone.
#7-LEARN CHRISTIANEASE AND SPEAK IT FLUENTLY
When speaking to an unbeliever make sure and use words such as…..propitiation, providence, sanctification, and depravity. Also be sure to include phrases such as…… "are you saved?”, “does Jesus live in your heart?”, “are you filled with the Ghost?”. These words and phrases are sure to confuse even the best of your non-christian friends.
#6- MAKE JESUS SEEM AS WEIRD AS POSSIBLE
Make sure and describe Jesus to people as a very pale skinny white guy with blue eyes, a huge beard and long hair. Also, don't forget that Jesus wore a purple beauty pageant sash and floated from one place to the next. Make sure to include in conversation that Jesus is secretly watching every move they make 24 hours a day. Also if you want to drive the point home, you can follow up this conversation by singing the Hymn, “There is a fountain filled with blood.” That should help to really get the point across.
#5- MAKE SURE YOU ALIENATE A GENERATION FOR NOT LISTENING TO THE ORGAN AS THEIR PRIMARY SOURCE OF MUSIC
Everyone knows that organ music is on the billboard top 100 charts year after year. So of course it makes sense that we would only play songs led by an organ in church. Also make sure to call into question someones walk with Christ when they ask why their church doesn’t use guitars or drums on stage, but they can be found in every backing track the local southern gospel singers use when they sing on Sunday mornings.
#4- DON’T TALK TO YOUR NEIGHBORS.
#3- MAKE SURE YOU PICKET ANYONE AND EVERYTHING
If you are looking for irrelevancy, here is your chance! Go to the local planned parenthood and yell at the people as they walk out, make sure to target the youngest of girls with your jeers, as these will leave the deepest of impressions about Christianity. Go to the local bar and yell at them as they walk out, also tell them that God doesn’t allow drunkards into the kingdom. Also picket all things gay. Make sure to make signs with sharpies that read, “God hates queers”, “God hates you”, “I hate you”, and “We hate you.”
#2- ONLY WATCH TBN
Quality programming for sure! Purchase some holy water from Benny Hinn, sprinkle it on your prayer cloth, and then pray that God will take care of the bills that you’ve racked up in credit card debt buying holy water and prayer cloths.
and the number one way to make sure that you are an irrelevant Christian is…………
1#- NEVER STUDY CULTURE
Dont watch t.v., ‘ read the paper, don’t use the internet, don’t read books that aren’t written by Christians, don’t listen to secular music, don’t go to the movies. Maybe this is a better way to say it……only watch Bibleman and McGee and Me, only subscribe to Christian Living Magazine, when you get online only look at TBN.com, only read the Left Behind Books, only listen to Phil Keggy and/or Geoff Moore, and only go to see movies that have Kirk Cameron as the lead actor.
If you carefully follow all of these rules you will not only re-enforce the stigma that people have about Christians, but you will also join the ranks of being an irrelevant one!
There you go, a laugh for the day. Or maybe a shaking of the head. Oh well, I found it funny!
Friday, March 19, 2010
8 oz ounces semi-sweet (CF/GF) chocolate chips
1 cup (2 sticks) CF Margarine (such as earth balance... butter would work too if that's an option!)
1 1/4 cups sugar
1 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
Preheat oven to 350°F. Grease a 9-inch cake pan, then line the bottom with a circle of parchment paper. Grease the paper, too, then set the pan aside.
Place the chocolate and 1 cup (2 sticks) of the butter in a medium microwave safe bowl. Microwave and stir in 30 second increments until all is creamy and smooth, do not over cook for fear of burnt chocolate! Add sugar and mix well. Add eggs one at a time, whisking well after each addition. Sift cocoa into bowl and stir until just blended.
Pour batter into prepared pan and bake for 35 to 40 minutes, or until cake has risen and top has formed a thin crust. The cake should be just firm in the center when done. Cool for 10 minutes, then invert onto a plate. Remove and discard parchment paper and set cake aside to cool. Dust with powdered sugar for a yummy touch!
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Can we even start to get over how OLD fish looks in this picture? What happened to my little girl?