I wake up at 4:30 in the morning so there’s enough time to exercise, drink a little coffee and get ready *hopefully* without any little children distracting [Of course there are the dog and the cat that often are distracting, but they are nothing compared to children. It makes me chuckle a little to think of all the people who have never had children and have said to me that their dog was preparation for her raising children, but anyway…].
I decided I should post some of my parenting moments in a place more easily referenced than facebook. Here is a glimpse into my world in July.
12 hours with 3 kids, ages 4 and under….
Somehow the stars align and ALL 3 kids are sleeping (for now) at 8pm. It’s actually not that magical, but I’ll take it – Brooklyn is down at her normal bedtime (and has taken her diaper for 3 times. I put a cloth on backwards hoping to have that secure the disposable), Eli has a fever that started suddenly after bathtime and fell asleep on the couch. Elizabeth is just taking a nap (I think). Regardless, I’m exhausted and just want to go to bed, but there are things to do. I basically complete 10% of what I want to get done and realize it’s 9pm.
Elizabeth is still in a cloth diaper from 5pm, because when she went down at 7 I figured it was just for a nap. So my choice is to let her sleep, knowing whenever she wakes up, she’ll be waking me up from sleep and that she will be soaked. So, I roll the dice, wake a sleeping baby. I change her into her PJs and attempt to nurse her. She eats for maybe 5 min and then is over it. Instead of just drifting back to sleep (as I planned would happen) she decides to scream uncontrollably. Nothing we do stops her. Does she want her arms out of the swaddle? No, that just makes her more angry. Does she need the swaddle sack to be tighter? No, now she’s really mad. Does she want a looser swaddle so she’s snuggled but can get her arms by her face? Yes, that seems to work and after a few min of rocking she’s asleep. Now it’s 930. Since she didn’t eat, my choice is to not pump, knowing she’ll probably wake up in 2 hours and want to eat anyway, or pump to be comfortable and help keep up my supply with the hope she’s going to stay asleep until her usual waking hour of 3am. I choose to pump.
Now it’s 10pm. I thought I was going to go to bed at 815? Well, nevermind that. I say goodnight to Jason and lay down. I can’t stop thinking about how Brooklyn has a little blister on her lip and I’m worried it’s a cold sore – where did she get a cold sore from? We don’t have cold sores. What crazy person is kissing my baby when I’m gone (likely no one -she probably put someone’s toy in her mouth). Is it actually a cold sore or did she just get a cut there? She is always getting hurt so it wouldn’t surprise me. But, it really looks like a cold sore. So I look at pictures of different lip ailments and for 15 min, decide it’s probably a cold sore and go to bed.
I hear uncontrollable screaming again and am woken up from sleep. I look over and it’s 10:35. Ugh. I get up and try to help Jason. Elizabeth’s diaper is dry (it was just changed an hour ago), she doesn’t have a fever, and doesn’t have a random hair tied around her toe to explain the shrill scream she has. Since I just pumped I have maybe a measly 1 ounce to feed her so I try nursing which works for a total for 1 min and she’s mad again. Jason consoles her while I warm up some freshly pumped milk and give Jason the bottle. Nope, not hungry. She’s just mad at the world that she needs to be up at 10:35 (I feel for you you, baby girl…). We give up and put her in the swing and close the door. She screams for another 20 minutes and eventually goes to sleep.
I probably fall back asleep around 11. Then the door opens. It’s Eli and the clock says 11:28. He has a fever again and just wants to sleep with me. Jason was just getting ready for bed and agrees to sleep in the spare room (which is on the other side of the house in the basement – you can’t hear anything else in the house with the white noise/box fan on – tough decision, I’m sure). Eli takes some ibuprofen and quickly passes out in the bed. I finally fall asleep just before midnight.
I hear Eli cough a few times and moan a bit, who knows what time it is. It seems like uninterrupted sleep compared to usual. But then it’s 3am and I hear screaming, which is expected because that’s when Elizabeth usually wakes up these days anyway. I start feeding Elizabeth and realize I need to pump too, but the pump is still in the living room. She’s being finicky with eating so every 20 sec she comes off and screams as I try to balance the pump and bottles form the kitchen and bring them back to her room. I get the pump set up and pump on one side while she half nurses/half screams on the other. She somehow eats 4 ounces in what feels like no time and then is just mad like she had been earlier in the night. I stop pumping and try to soothe her, even though nothing that usually works is working tonight. Eventually she dozes off and I can set her down in the swing again (it worked the first time so it’s got to work this time, right??). She’s mad and doesn’t want to swing. I calm her down and put her in the rock and play and she’s quiet at last. Sigh of relief. I finish pumping and store the milk. Now it’s almost 4am.
I crawl into bed and Eli feels hot. He’s awake but doesn’t want medicine. Fevers are your body’s way of fighting infection so I decide I’m not interested in forcing it – if he feels poorly he’ll take the medicine. We both go to sleep.
And then it’s 4:45 and I wake up to yet another shrill scream from Elizabeth’s room. I change her diaper, which is basically dry and redo my ritual. Nothing works. Maybe she’s still hungry? I warm up some freshly pumped milk again and try to feed her. No luck. Ugh. But she does want to nurse the maybe ¾ ounce per side that’s accumulated in the last hour. But only on the right. I guess the left is bad or something. She dozes off and will eventually take the pacifier again. We go back and forth a few times as I try to put her down and she wakes up and gets mad, so we repeat. I kind of doze off on the chair holding her for long enough that I think she’ll stay asleep. Decision time – do I just sleep in the chair with her or put her down. I try to put her down again and it works this time. Yeah.
Now it’s 5:45. Do I just stay up so I can enjoy coffee in peace and start my day, or do I go back to bed. Usually I chose the former but I’m SOOOOO tired and this is my last chance to sleep in for the foreseeable future, so I chose the latter.
I quickly fall asleep and hear screaming. It’s 730. How in the world is it 7:30? Oh yeah, I closed the blackout shades so Eli would sleep longer. But there’s screaming so I need to go. I feel guilty I’ve slept this late and make my way to Elizabeth’s room but it’s not her (thankfully). It’s Brooklyn, duh – I kind of forgot there was a 3rd because she hadn’t caused trouble for the past 11.5 hours. I open the door and she is naked. How did she get a snap cloth diaper off backwards? Freaking Houdini. Anyway, I turn the light on – not only was she naked but there was poop everywhere. Ugh. So I get the wipes and clean her enough I can get her to the tub without contaminating myself. She gets scrubbed, screaming the entire time but then gets mad when she has to get out and can’t stay to play. Jason wakes up (I can’t blame him – he’s in the room in the basement and can’t hear anything. And went to bed at midnight so still didn’t even get 8 hours. And he is also sleep deprived because he usually helps with Elizabeth at night every other night) and gets Brooklyn dressed. I go clean up the crib and start the 5th load of laundry I’ve done in the past 24 hours.
And now it’s 8am, 12 hours later, and it’s time to start the day. I really need some coffee.
When I go back upstairs from cleaning up Brooklyn’s crib and starting laundry, Eli is smiling and playing in the living room, asking if I’m happy now and will play with him. Doesn’t seem like he was sick for a minute. Brooklyn is in the kitchen asking for “cinmin” (aka cinnamon and butter on bread) and trying to hug me. Elizabeth is sleeping soundly. Jason is making coffee. As tough as it all is, life is good and I need to remind myself that this is all just a phase that will be a distant memory one day. I’ll miss those baby snuggles when Elizabeth doesn’t want to sit still. We’ll laugh at the fact that Brooklyn somehow got her diaper off and thought playing with her poop was a good idea and not let her live it down. I’ll miss Eli wanting me to hold him, take care of him and sleep by him when he’s a big kid and has way cooler things to do than hang out with his mom.
I was searching my blog for a zucchini bread recipe and realized that in the last 10 years I’ve never once posted one! How is this possible?! I’ve been making zucchini bread for years and it’s such a staple for late summer produce. It turns out that every time I make a batch I just search for a new recipe. Well the buck stops here. I found a zucchini bread recipe that is tasty and easy. And relatively healthy.
Spiced Raisin Zucchini Bread
Modified from: butter with a side of bread
Makes 2 loaves
- 3 cups of flour – I used 1 cup whole wheat, 1 cup buckwheat and 1 cup all purpose
- 1 tsp nutmeg
- 3 teaspoons ground cinnamon
- 1 teaspoon baking powder
- 1 teaspoon salt
- 1 teaspoon baking soda
- 1 cup sugar
- 1/2 cup canola oil
- 1/2 cup plain yogurt
- 3 eggs
- 3 tsp vanilla extract
- 2+ cups grated zucchini
- 1 cup chopped walnuts
- 1 cup raisins
- Preheat oven to 350f and prepare two bread pans
- Mix flours, salt, baking powder, soda, nutmeg and cinnamon together in a small bowl. Set aside.
- Beat eggs, oil, yogurt, vanilla, and sugar together in a large bowl until smooth.
- Add dry ingredients to the wet mixture and stir until combined.
- Add zucchini, nuts and raisins to the mixture until well combined. Pour batter into prepared pans.
- Bake for 45 minutes, or until tester inserted in the center comes out clean.
- Cool in pan for 20 minutes. Remove bread from pan, and completely cool. Enjoy!
In 2017 we decided to move back to Wisconsin. And then stay in Colorado. And then move back to Wisconsin…
We couldn’t decide. Wisconsin offered a lower cost of living, higher paying jobs, family just around the corner and 4 complete seasons (0 degree winter days are normal, snow lasts 4 months straight, summers are very humid. But there are beautiful fall colors, rainy spring days, and more green than you can imagine). Hiking is limited and the area isn’t very diverse, but with all the money and family support, we could visit Colorado any time. Colorado offered 4 light seasons (60 degree days in February – I’ll take it; snow only last a few days- yes, please; no humidity in the summer), endless outdoor activities, and a diverse, young, and healthy population.
But then we stopped to think – we love it here in Colorado. If we move back to Wisconsin for family and jobs, when will we ever work up the courage to come back out here? All of the draws to WI will be stronger once we’ve re-established there and family and friends are around the corner. Even if we wanted to leave, I don’t think we could. After a lot of long talks, it was settled – we would stay in Colorado.
Once we decided, we also decided we would buy a house. While the townhome we were renting was great, there was no yard and we were spending money that could have been going to our mortgage. There was a nearby town we loved to spend our time, closer to the mountains, with better schools and endless activities for families. While I’d have to commute – a lot – during residency, it would slow down after June. It was settled.
We spent weeks learning the market. It was crazy! Houses went for cash, well over asking. Especially if in our price range. One Saturday when we were out with our realtor he mentioned that a house on his street just went on the market – would we like to look at it? Sure, why not! It was just what we were looking for: close to the mountains/hiking, 4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, large yard, quiet area with lots of families, near schools, and no HOA (which is hard to come by in northern CO). After a second look we placed and offer that was accepted and it was ours.
We’ve been making homemade bread for years. Typically we would make it in the breadmaker, but since moving to Colorado we’ve noticed the bread doesn’t turn out nearly as well since were baking at altitude. Jason searched for a number of bread recipes and after about half a dozen trials I think he’s come up with a winner.
Mile High Homemade Bread
Makes 2 standard loaves
- 1 package of yeast (2 1/4 tsp)
- 2 1/4 cup warm water (110-115F)
- 3 tbsp sugar
- 1 tsp salt
- 2 tbsp canola oil
- 3 cups whole wheat flour
- 3 1/4 cups bread flour
- Activate the yeast by adding it and the sugar to the warm water. Stir and let sit 5 minutes.
- Add the oil, salt and activated yeast to your stand mixer bowl with a dough blade. Add the flour and mix/knead for 5 minutes. If you don’t have a stand mixer you can do this the old fashioned way in a bowl with your hands 🙂
- Remove from bowl and place in a lightly oiled oil. Cover and place in a draft free location for 1 hr
- Punch down and split in half. Place each half in a lightly oiled bread pan.
- Let rise 30-40 min until doubled in size.
- Preheat oven to 375F. Bake for 30-35 minutes.
Finally a short day! I have been on service for the past 8 weeks. That’s 560 hours of work in 8 weeks – basically what most people work in 16 weeks. Needless to say I wasn’t complaining when I got done at 3pm today. So, I figured I’d celebrate by hanging out with my little man Eli and make some fresh, delicious food. This salad was inspired by a recent post over at NaturallyElla.com. Enjoy!
Fresh Asian Salad
- 1 small head of purple cabbage, shredded
- 6 medium carrots, shredded
- 1 small bunch of scallions, chopped
- 4 ounces rice noodles
- 3 tablespoons rice vinegar
- 2 tablespoons Tamari Soy Sauce
- 3 tsp sesame oil
- 1/2 tsp garlic powder
- 3 tsp sugar
- 3 tsp olive oil
- 1/4 cup crushed cashews
- 1/8 cup sesame seeds
- Shred the cabbage and carrots (I used a food processor and it took a whole 5 minutes). Add chopped scallions.
- Bring a medium pot of water to a boil. Turn heat off and add 4 oz rice noodles. Cover and let stand for 5 minutes. Once finished, drain water and rinse with cold water.
- In a small bowl, add vinegar, oils, Tamari, garlic powder, and sugar. Whisk well. Pour over the vegetables and stir well.
- Add rice noodles, cashews, and sesame seeds to the vegetable mixture. Stir well.
- Refrigerate for at least 3 hours. Serve cooled. Enjoy!
It’s pretty hard to escape sugary treats for Halloween, but here are a few healthy and cute treats to try at home to balance your trick-or-treat indulgences:
I know I’ve been MIA – per my usual routine of being really excited about blogging, followed by an overwhelming about of work to do, and ending with complete neglect. Well, I’m back. At least for this one post. I am on a lighter rotation right now and was able to make a more involved, delicious dinner last night that I’d felt I needed to share with the work. Eli agreed, this dinner was hands-down delicious! He was picky all day and wouldn’t eat anything but bananas (or nanas as he calls them now). I placed a bowl of this goodness in front of his screaming face and viola! he was silent. It was glorious. The end result was one super happy (and messy) kid. I am looking forward to when he figures out how to effectively use his silverware; until then I’ll deal with the mess since that means he’s actually eating.
Roasted Butternut Squash, Onion, and Kale over Pasta with Spiced Goat Cheese White Sauce
- 1 large butternut squash
- 1/2 white onion
- 1 large bunch of curly kale
- 2 cups cooked pasta
- 2 cups 1% or skim milk
- 1/2 cup all-purpose flour
- 1/4 tsp salt
- 1/4 tsp all spice
- 1/3 tsp cinnamon
- 1/4 tsp pepper
- 4 ounces goat cheese
- Preheat oven to 350F
- Peel butternut squash cut in 1/2 lengthwise. Remove the seeds. Cube squash and place in a sprayed cooking dish.
- Dice the onion and kale. Add to the cooking dish.
- Roast for 45 minutes, or until squash is fork-tender. Stir part-way through to prevent burning.
- Create a slurry (white sauce) by adding 2 tbsp to 1 cup of milk. Whisk well to completely dissolve. Add the remaining flour and milk, whisking while adding. Pour into a sprayed frying pan (not heated yet!). Place the pan over medium heat and stir continuously with a rubber spatula to prevent sticking. Add spices while stirring. Continue to stir until the mixture just starts to bubble. Add the goat cheese and continue to stir until melted and fully incorporated.
- Add pasta and roasted vegetable mixture to a pan. Pour white sauce over and stir completely. Enjoy!
Take some time to review this awesome post on the importance of proper posture throughout the day!
It’s rare I meet a woman with a diastasis recti who hasn’t beat herself up for “slacking off on my exercises” (I bet men would
say the same thing, but I’ve never yet met a man who realizes he has a DR. Come join the DiastasisRectified party, guys!).
The paradigm is: 1) “my body is screwed up” and 2) “I need to do exercises to get it better” and 3) “Why am I not doing my exercises?” 4) “Ugggggh.”
So this post is not about exercises, because let’s just give that a rest for a minute. This post is about habits. We’ve spent (x) number of decades forming habits of movement: how we brush teeth, lounge, carry stuff, sit, open stuff, cut things, and on and on. Maybe we spend one hour…
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Science of Mom reader Roxanne left a comment on my post about the recent peanut allergy study. She wondered about starting solid foods with her 4-month-old baby boy:
“Do you have an opinion on starting solids at 4 months versus 6 months? I noticed that many of the studies on allergy include babies in the 4-6 month range, but I think that the current recommendation is to wait until 6 months. I ask because my baby WILL NOT drink out of a bottle while I’m at work. He is miserable all day. I’m only gone 8-3 including travel time, so if he could just get a little something at 11am, I think he might actually nap and not cry all day. We have tried everything. If you know of any studies please let me know. He is 18 weeks old.”
I totally understand Roxanne’s confusion, because there’s lots of…
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