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May 30, 2012

When a Meal Changes Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day to Deliciously Bareable

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You may or may not be aware that my family is virtually meatless. (Think Word of Wisdom) We have been this way for a month and a half. Yesterday in the spirit of improvisation(or right brained madness-take your pick) I made something up.
And now we have a new recipe that everyone ate, and no one complained about. In fact, there was none left to send Hubbin for work this morning, so then I know it was good.

This is about the color and consistency- though I didn't take any pictures, because I am out of batteries.

Sweet Lentils Baby!
Lentils have a 3:1 ratio so I used 4 cups of lentils and 12 cups water.
I let those cook for about 25 minutes.
In a frying pan in about a tbs. of oil I sauteed chopped apples(2), chopped onion(1), and minced fresh garlic(1 large clove).
After that was browned and yummy I added it to the lentils.
Then I added 1 tbs. Saigon cinnamon from Costco(1 year old)
I also added about 1/3 of a cup of Blackstrap Molasses
I added 1 lb of carrots (peeled and sectioned in 4ths)
Then I simmered it for about 1/2 hour.
This soup is so good! It has such a yummy flavor. It will probably make it on the once a week menu.
This was our entire dinner- and everyone went to bed full and happy.

(sodium may seem like a lot, I looked it up-3 grams is the daily limit-so your about half way there)

Nutritional information

8 Servings
Amount Per Serving
Total Fat1.2 g

Saturated Fat0.1 g

Polyunsaturated Fat0.4 g

Monounsaturated Fat0.4 g
Cholesterol0.0 mg
Sodium1,788.9 mg
Potassium934.0 mg
Total Carbohydrate40.2 g

Dietary Fiber10.9 g

Sugars5.4 g
Protein9.7 g

Vitamin A120.9 %
Vitamin B-120.0 %
Vitamin B-619.2 %
Vitamin C13.0 %
Vitamin D0.0 %
Vitamin E2.9 %
Calcium17.0 %
Copper28.8 %
Folate48.4 %
Iron34.8 %
Magnesium18.7 %
Manganese55.3 %
Niacin8.8 %
Pantothenic Acid 9.3 %
Phosphorus 21.1 %
Riboflavin6.9 %
Selenium7.9 %
Thiamin14.6 %
Zinc10.6 %
May 23, 2012

We're home!

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We all survived! Slim Jim decided that this year that he wanted to start the tradition of a yearly family vacation. Since he and the kids had never been to Yellowstone he decided that it would be the perfect catalyst for this tradition. I agreed because Yellowstone is close to home that if something went terribly wrong we were only a couple hours from home, I knew the kids would enjoy being in the outdoors and Slim Jim would love the natural beauty the park has to offer.
I will be posting tips for visiting Yellowstone with Young Children in a couple of days when this migraine from lack of sleep goes away.Until then I will be keeping the lights down low and here are a few sneak peak pictures from our family adventure:
Love the Baby cute.
Norris Geyser Basin
Walking back from seeing the Artist Paint Pots
Love these trees paired with the wasteland of the geyser basin and the dark clouds in the sky.
May 22, 2012

A little sewing in Jo's home

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Here are some new shorts for #1.  One thing I learned as I started sewing for my boys, was that they each had some specific design ideas, but each of them needed functional pockets.

 This is #4 giving me the thumbs up, after I added the yellow pocket.
But, now he sees that his red shorts have a green pocket too-so his blue ones might need a green pocket as well.
 This is the only picture I could get of # 2 and #3 in their new shorts.  They designed them and I sewed them.
 These are some bloomers I made to go with a skirt for #5.  I love to sew with the selvage edge, as much as possible- because I don't have a serger.  
May 19, 2012

Birth Story Part 1

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You remember my Positive, Peaceful, Pregnancy? Well the wonderful news is that I had my baby (a month ago). Here's part 1/2 to my birth story, sorry to make you all wait.

So my two birth experiences are like night and day differences. I tried to come up with the similarities between them and the only things I could come up with were that they were at the same hospital, my babies were similar in size, and they were both born in the middle of the day.

I count my blessings every day since Heber came that things went so completely wonderful. I have a hard time imagining a more perfect experience. I’m glad everything went so well because it is exactly what I needed to be willing to have more kids. When Power Shoes and I got married we agreed that we both wanted a larger family (6 to 8 kids). Then we realized with various complications in my pregnancy with Ty and then down the road to her delivery that you count each child a blessing and take them one at a time. Before having Ty I had been fearful of labor and delivery, and afterwards the thought of it was practically petrifying, but I knew that in all fairness we should probably give it another try.

This time around we switched to a different provider, took a birthing class (Hypnobabies—I absolutely loved it and I would highly recommend it to anyone), got a doula, and chose to primarily see midwives instead of doctors. I think that all of these were critical changes from the first time around to help Power Shoes and I change our perspective on those last critical moments leading up to our baby’s birth.

Five weeks before my due date I started taking this natural supplement called the 5 Week Supplement or 5W. It is supposed to help ripen your cervix and dilate gradually in the weeks leading up to your due date. I’ve also heard it also minimizes the amount of blood you lose when you have a baby. Which I can say I bled a ton less this time around.

39 weeks: I was dilated to a 2.

40 weeks: I had dilated to a 3 (this was major progress considering that I didn’t dilate to a one until I was nearly a week over last time).

41 weeks: I did the AFI (amniotic fluid index) and NST (non-stress test). Everything was perfect with me and my baby. I was supposed to be seeing one of the midwives, but the one that was working in the clinic was also on call and had to deliver 4 babies that day, so I saw the doctor.
When he came into the room he asked me what I was waiting for. I made a joke and said I was getting my visit teaching done that day and then my baby could come (I can’t believe he didn’t even smile). When I could tell that response wasn’t satisfying I told him that getting induced sucks, and if I could go into labor on my own that would be my preference. He responded by saying that labor is hard whether you get induced or not. I was and am still convinced that getting induced is tons worse than going into labor on your own. I had prepared myself for a natural birth and I knew that it was more likely to go the way I wanted if it was on my terms and I was able to labor a majority of the time at home.
We moved forward in the checkup with differences of opinions. I had him check me and strip my membranes (this was the second time this had been done, the other time was at 40 weeks and didn’t do much). He said I was at a 3 and 50% effaced. I was excited that I wasn’t just dilating anymore, that my cervix was also thinning.

Right before he walked out of the room he said something like, “I knew a girl once that was patient like you. One day her baby had a heartbeat, and the next day it didn’t.” I responded in saying that I thought everything was okay and I felt like I needed to be willing to wait at least as long as I did with Ty (1 week and 5 days past the guess date). After all due dates are really just estimations. When find out a due date I think like the scientist in me, Due Date +/- 2 weeks, and in my case plus 2 weeks is more likely than minus 2 weeks.

On my way home from the clinic I started crying. Why would anyone say that to a woman that is 9 months pregnant? Emotions are already heightened and then you tell her that her patience may result in her losing her baby that she has eagerly waited for. This is what makes me kind of angry about OB/GYN doctors. They seem really concerned with the numbers so both baby and mom are always safe, but because they have so little faith in the natural process things may not always go as well as they could.

The midwives kept a very close eye on me in the last month, but did not want to rush things unless there was a reason to. I think both are good, but think in the way they have been trained to think. Midwives realize that women have been having babies for a very long time with very little interventions and they can continue doing this.

Luckily Power Shoes was able to go out to lunch with me and reinforce my want for this birth. I also got a really sweet and calming voicemail from my doula, Kelly, that further helped me feel good about things.  Both Kelly and Power Shoes were so great in supporting me in what I wanted, and their personalities are so calm and relaxed which was just what I needed to regain composure. And stay focused on the birth I wanted.

Part 2 will pick up with the evening of this appointment and continue through Heber's birth.

May 18, 2012

Savory Indian Lentils

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This recipe came from a friend of mine.  She is consistent about using and replenishing her food storage.  After a week of vacation, I decided I better make something a little more nutritional/economical for dinner.  I loved this dish!

I made the lentils ahead of time(in the morning, and threw them in the fridge).  I made about 4 cups worth.  (I use the orange and green lentils-because they are prettier to look at on the shelf.

1 tbs butter,
1/4 c water
1 rough chopped(I like big chunks) onion
2 minced cloves of garlic
1 t salt
1 t turmeric
1 t cumin
1/4 t cardamon
1/4 t sugar
juice from one ripe lime

Add all of the ingredients in a fry pan (not the lentils).  (I added about a 1/4 of a t of curry- but I love curry, so I couldn't help myself :) - I liked it- but it wasn't in the original recipe)  Simmer until the onions are clear.  Then add the lentils and warm them.
This has about the consistency of re-fried beans.  We ate it on top of flour tortillas.  Yum!  I loved the lime flavor, and this new way to eat cheep food!

May 13, 2012

Guest Writer - McKenna: Scars and Love

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Yesterday when I was doing my laundry I ran into one of my favorite neighbors and a truly inspiring mom. I love reading her blog and being uplifted by her love for motherhood. I realized that I would love nothing more than to feature her thoughts on our blog.
McKenna graduated from BYU-Idaho with a Bachelors in Psychology, shortly after graduation she gave birth to her son and then 18 months later she had a beautiful little girl. She is super talented in cleaning, cooking, photography, and looking super beautiful. She is such a rock star mom and a blast to be around. And now for her inspiring words: 

Scars and love

I have always loved that Mothers day is celebrated on Sunday.
In my mind, it always is a powerful way to show how motherhood is such a special, spiritual calling in life.
This Mothers day in particular a thought keeps running through my head, a different spin on Motherhood that came from thinking about this calling in a more spiritual way. Bare with me as I try to explain it.
Before I became a mother 27 months ago, it was hard for me to truly understand an aspect of the character of my Savior. I had a very real relationship with Him, but there were characteristics of him that I knew he had, but couldn't truly wrap my head around. Like his unconditional love for everyone. Even those who hurt, killed and persecuted him. It was just more than I could imagine and understand. He sacrificed his life for those who were the ones who killed him. He saved those who mocked him, persecuted and caused him great pain. He loved them. Unconditionally. And he loves those that today do the same things but in different ways. Unconditionally
And me. Such a weak mortal. He sacrificed his life for me so that I can be saved, because of his unconditional love. That love that he has for me and all of mankind, no matter their flaws and weaknesses, has always been overwhelming and I have had very sacred experiences where I have tangibly felt that love that he has for me and it overwhelmed my soul.
Fast forward to the moment I first saw my dear son, my firstborn. 
Within moments of his birth, I was overwhelmed with a love I never knew was possible.
When they laid him on my chest and I saw his face for the first time, I was able to glimpse the love my Savior has for me.
It took on levels and amounts I never knew my mortal heart was capable of.
And then 18 months later when I saw my dear daughters face for the first time, my heart and it's capability to love increased by 2, and I once again experienced an amount and intensity of love I never knew was possible.
Before I had children:
I always had a flat tummy,
No dark circles under my eyes,
No stretch marks
Stomach muscles that made that flat tummy rock hard.
Perfectly done hair and make-up.
Never a perfectly flat tummy 
Always dark circles under my eyes
Stretch marks 
Lose skin on my tummy
No stomach muscles
And hair and make-up done sometimes.
But as I look down at my not perfect body, I see perfection that wasn't there before.
Just as the Savior has marks on his hands and feet from his sacrifice of love, I have marks on my body from the sacrifice of my love for my children. I sacrificed my body in so many ways, real ways, for my babies to be born. I have many physical scars that I have to remind me and my children of the ultimate love I have for them. My scars and marks may make my body different, but it shows to me the love I have for my children, just as the marks on the Saviors hands and feet shows to me the love he has for me.
And the non-physical marks. They are also signs of the unconditional love I have for my children. My constant exhaustion, the worry I have for them that they will be ok, the sacrifice of all free time etc. etc. They are also signs that I love unconditionally. 
That I am starting to grasp, in a very mortal way, the overwhelming love my Savior has for me and all humanity.
I have always known that the creation of the family (no matter the size) is a representation of the unit of heaven and a way for our Heavenly Father to show to us how much he loves us. Before I was married, I loved my family so much, and it gave me a small glimpse of how much my Heavenly Father loves me. 
As I felt the love from and for my parents, it put a new light on the love of my Heavenly Father.
As I felt the love from and for my siblings, it put a new light on the love of my Savior.
As I felt the love from and for my husband, it put a new light on the love of the eternities.
As I felt the love from and for my children, it once again put a new light on the love my Heavenly Father has for me as his special daughter.
Families. Motherhood. Being a wife.
It is all a way for us to grasp the unconditional love from our Savior and Heavenly Father.
And with my signs, my marks, my scars from being a mother,
The unconditional love from my Savior starts to make sense. I sacrificed my body for my children, because I love them. As a mother not only do I start to grasp the unconditional love the Savior has for us, but also the atonement and how broken things (think my body) can be made perfect and beautiful through the love of my Savior. Through love. The completely overwhelming and all encompassing love I feel for my children makes my scarred body beautiful. And the completely overwhelming and all encompassing love our Savior feels for us makes our scarred lives beautiful and perfect. 
And everyday I thank my Savior for the opportunity to have my sweet children.
And the opportunity to be a part of a family. To feel the overwhelming love as not only a mother, but as a wife, daughter and sister.
I have learned a lot as a mother.
But I would say the biggest thing I have learned, is about the unconditional love that my Savior has for me as I feel the same unconditional love for my children. 
The crazed look on my kids faces are from extreme exhaustion. Church being right at naptime does that to those kiddos

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