Tuesday, December 29, 2009

She strikes again

I have some Christmas photos to upload, as soon as I work up the gumption. For some reason, even since we got high speed internet, I still find uploading pics an onerous task.

In the meantime, I thought I'd share some new Mercy-isms.

I was putting tights on Mercy, and I said "You have such dear little feet. You get that from Daddy, because Mommy has big feet." Mercy got off my lap and looked down at my feet. "You have dear big feet, Mommy!"

Mercy was sitting on my lap eating waffles, and her Grandpops said "Mercy, Mommy made good waffles, didn't she?" Between bites, Mercy said "Actuawee, Daddy." There is something highly amusing about hearing a two year old say "actually." And she was right: Benj did make the waffles.

Mercy was standing in the middle of the den with her hand down her pants. Benj asked her what she was doing. " I just checkin' on my girl parts to make shore dey awright." Ahem. Okay. I thought Benj would fall off the chair laughing.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Well, of course

Mercy came up to me yesterday and begged for her sunglasses. Besides the fact these urgent requests are timed exactly to my being on the phone, there were a couple other factors that made this appeal bizarre. We were in the house; it was dark and snowy; and this is the kid who will scream and whine if the the sun is in her eyes in the car, but refuses to keep sunglasses on.

Taking the path of least resistance, I went and got the sunglasses and put them on her. As she was walking away: "Danks. Dey will keep my eyes warm."

Well, of course. Silly me.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Let it snow, and snow, and snow, and...

(Benj's car in our drive, for comparison purposes)




We have about 20 inches so far, and it's not supposed to stop till tomorrow morning. It's beautiful, but the children and I are quite literally snowed in. Benj had to be at work this morning for a 12 hour shift (and Sunday, and 8 on Monday), so he took the AWD truck with cables on the tires. Besides the fact that I can't drive stick shift, the Saturn is useless in bad weather, so we're stranded for awhile. Benj doesn't mind driving in snow and was planning to come home tonight, but I had an idea that wouldn't happen. Our homeowner's association does contract with a snow removal service for greater than 8 inches of snow (generous of them, right? ) and our lane and drive have been plowed, but that was at noon. A lot of snow has come down since then. I have no way of checking the paved road...I'm NOT walking up through the woods in almost 2 feet of snow. The problem isn't so much getting home. Benj could probably do that. The problem is that he has to turn around and go back to the hospital tomorrow, and it's supposed to snow all night. I packed him a change of uniforms, pajamas, a toiletry bag, and enough food and snacks for 2 days. I'm not sure if he'll just crash at the hospital in an empty room, or if he'll go to a co-workers house to stay.

In the meantime, Thing One, Thing Two, and I are fine. We have plenty of firewood, food, and new movies. We haven't gotten the high winds that were forecast, so I'm not worried about power outages, which would make our adventure a little rough. It would be perfect, if Benj were here.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

And why are we in a hurry for them to talk?

One detail about our ER trip the other night that I neglected to mention was Judah's demonstration of his knowledge of animal sounds at an inopportune moment.

While sitting in the waiting room, a very large man (I would estimate at least 400 pounds) walked past us.

Judah mooed at him.

Yeah. The ground doesn't open up and swallow you if you wish it hard enough.

I just can't wait for him to actually talk.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

An eventful day


Our day yesterday started out with a fun trip. We buy our milk once or twice a month from an organic farm about an hour and a half drive from home. The fun part is that we have friends who live in the same little town who have three sweet children. The older two are just about Mercy and Judah's ages. Benj drops us off so the children can play together while he goes and gets the milk. When we left there, we stopped by another church friends' house whose goats had just had kids. Mercy and Judah both love animals, and I think we could have left them in the pen for the rest of the day with the nannies and tiny kids and they would have been content. Mercy held on to Patches, the new baby, almost the entire time we were there. Judah was more interested in the nanny goat. He followed her around and kept laying his head on her back and hugging here. These goats were by far the mildest-mannered goats I have ever seen. Boots, the other kid, was a little rowdy, kicking up his heels and gamboling around the pen, but the nannies were gentle and tolerant. The billies, who apparently can be a bit ornery, were in a separate pen. I was proud of myself that in the rush to get out of the house that morning, I had remembered to take the children's boots, since the day was mild and the ground was soft and muddy. I wasn't counting on Judah losing his balance more than one time and falling in the pen...does anyone know how to get goat manure out of clothes?




(Did I mention that our children love animals?)



After we pulled reluctant children away from the goats, we headed home. It was hours past naptime at this point, so both of them dozed for about a half hour in the truck. After we got home, I was just getting ready to put supper on to heat (leftover chili), and I walked into the living room where Benj was watching the (grouchy) children play. While I was standing two feet from Mercy, Judah tackled her, and I mean launched all his considerable weight at her, and bowled her over head-first into the sharp-edged leg of the oak table. The crack of her head against oak was sickening. I grabbed her up as soon as she hit, and held her while she screamed. I didn't see any damage and assumed a bump and bruise would show up later. As it turned out, I was holding the injured part of her head against me. She had a swollen, bruised line from her hairline, down over her eye, and across her cheekbone, and over her brow bone was split open. Oh, my poor girlie! I almost lost it. I've dealt with all sorts of gross wounds working in the hospital, but when I saw that on my toddler, I wasn't very calm. Even though the area where the skin was broken was short, it was deep. So we piled the children in the truck with no naps, no supper...you get the idea...and drove to the ER, that cesspool of infectious disease, for stitches. We had to take two separate cars because Benjy had to be upstairs to work at 7 pm. The Reader's Digest Condensed Version is that I forgot no children under 18 are allowed in the hospital unless they are receiving treatment, so Benj had to wait in the waiting room with Judah in the stroller and entertain him (poor Benj!). Mercy's head was so swollen that the ER doctor ordered a CT scan of her head, at which point I had to go find Benj in the waiting room to trade kids since I couldn't stay in the scan room with Mercy because of being pregnant. After the scan was finished, we traded again, and I had the fun of helping hold Mercy while the doctor stitched her head closed. At some point in the story, I had to call Mom to come meet Benj in the waiting room since I couldn't bring the stroller back into the ER with me and Benj had to go to work. Mercy did fantastic. She did cry when she had the CT scan (she told me it was "scally"--scary) and when we had to lay her on the stretcher for stitches, but she didn't fight or try to get up off the stretcher. The nurse numbed it with gel before they even did the deeper numbing injections, so I knew they weren't hurting. The things she seemed to mind the worst were the nursing holding her head still and the sterile drape over her face. Even the doctor told her how great she did. I had to bring two tired, hungry, grouchy children home late by myself. I wanted to just put them in pajamas and throw them in bed, but they HAD to have baths, between wallowing with the goats and being exposed to the ER germs. It was 9:30 until Judah was asleep, and nearly 10 until Mercy was in bed. The good news is that when I went in to check on them after Benj got home around midnight, my normally restless sleepers looked like they hadn't moved since I put them there.

This morning, Judah got up with a 101 degree fever, which eventually ended up at 103.2. Besides wanting to sleep all day...a sure sign something is wrong with my sleepless wonder...he has no other symptoms, so I'm sure it's his ears. These two seem to always end up with ear infections when they're teething, and Judah's been trying to get his one-year molars for a couple weeks now. I guess it's off to the doctor today. Just another day in paradise!


Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Giveaway!

In a purely altruistic move, I am giving you the link to MckMama's blog: http://www.mycharmingkids.net/ where she is giving away an HP TouchSmart computer. And the fact that I get a second entry for posting HER blog on MY blog has nothing to do with it.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Let it Snow


We were surprised to wake up Saturday morning to heavy snow. The weather forecast had called for an inch of snow, but we rarely get snow this time of year. It's usually oh, late February or March until we get significant helpings of snow...just when everyone's sick of cold weather and eager for spring. Our usual winter precipitation is ice. When we get ice here, such as is forecast for tonight, the rest of the tri-state area has a slippery evening. We are iced in for two weeks. Even if temperatures get warm during the day, our lane is shaded enough by trees that it takes forever to melt. Add to that the fatal hills and curves of our half-mile lane, and we might as well live five miles off the paved road. I hate ice. But I digress. We were very thankful to get 5 inches of snow rather than a coating of ice, and the children had fun playing in the white stuff. Well, Mercy did, anyway:
(It's not easy to see in this small picture, but Judah is red-faced and tearful. He spent most of his time outside crying. Benj finally sent him in)
(Mercy's first snowman. Notice the acorn belly button that she insisted Benj put on him. The coat she is wearing was Benjy's when he was little.)

(Just a pic to show how pretty our woods looked in the snow. The snow was wet and heavy, but it was so calm that it stuck on the limbs until well into the next day. It was beautiful)

Monday, December 7, 2009

Changes

We have had some big changes in our house recently. Big to us, anyway. First, Mercy is finally weaned. I think. I haven't nursed her in around three weeks, but she still asks. I was planning to nurse her till she turns three next March, but it was just getting to be too much and I needed to wean her. I'm feeling a little guilty about it since I really wanted to do child-led weaning and she was clearly not ready to be weaned. I have been nursing continuously for 33 months, and almost 16 of those months were tandem nursing both children. Neither of them were supplemented and would not even take a bottle of pumped breastmilk, so I haven't had a break at all during that time. Don't get me wrong, I love to nurse, and I'm good at it, but for my mental wellbeing, I felt like I needed to at least stop nursing Mercy before the new baby is born. Judah is still nursing, but he is much less demanding than she was, and can take it or leave it. And besides, I only have two...you know.

Second, both children are sleeping in one room now! We've been wanting to do this for some time, but since both of them are sleepless wonders, we knew it would be ugly. Judah finally started sleeping mostly through the night a few months ago, but previous attempts to put them in the same room were disastrous and ended with me moving furniture at 11 at night and Benj being greeted with two shining faces (and one grouchy mommy face) when he got home from work at midnight. I was tired of Judah sleeping in the guest bathroom (I hope no one from social services is reading this). I mean, the bathroom is large, so it's not like he was sleeping in the tub or something, and the exhaust fan muffled noises, of which Judah is acutely aware. But it was inconvenient when Benjy's mom and dad came to visit. They couldn't have a bathroom to themselves and had to time their showers around Judah's sleep schedule (actually the showers weren't so much the problem...other calls of nature couldn't be so easily adapted to Judah's schedule). We could have put Judah in the guest room, but I really didn't want to give up my guest room yet. I've been thinking it was finally getting close to the right time, since Judah wasn't relying on us to go to sleep. He likes to be rocked and held, but he doesn't fight sleep like he did for the first year of his life. I was putting him down awake most nights, and he would sit up and fuss halfheartedly for a couple minutes, then pass out. With bated breath, we moved Judah's bed into the nursery. The first night went really well. Judah fussed for a little longer than usual, as he is sensitive to any change in environment or routine, but Mercy was still awake, so it didn't really bother her and then it all got quiet, and stayed that way till 7 the next morning! I thought that it surely couldn't be that easy, but it has continued to go very well. My only complaint is that they're both getting up earlier than they used to. Mercy used to sleep till 9, and Judah was doing better about sleeping till 8, but now they're both up between 6 and 7. I'm hoping that improves. But...SUCCESS!

Finally:



(Seriously, someone should really feed the boy.)
Yep, we finally took the plunge. We are cloth diapering. I've held out for two and a half years. We bought compostable, chemical-free diapers. But it was starting to get prohibitively expensive. After doing hours of research, I discovered Softbums http://www.softbums.com/ (If you're interested, please use this link, or at least make sure you type the URL correctly. I typed softBUNS one time and it took me to a soft porn search. Oopsy). They are a one size two-in-one diaper. We love them. There are the colored outer covers, then snap-in organic bamboo velour liners. We use hemp doublers at night, since he sleeps 12 hours. The best thing is that they fit babies from 6-35 pounds with a clever hidden toggle system in the legs, so we will be able to use the same diapers on the new baby. I love these diapers. I thought using cloth diapers was a sacrifice I was making to take one big expense out of our budget, but it is very easy. I was into a routine within about a week, and it's not a hardship. These rarely leak, are easy to wash and use, and are absolutely adorable on Judah's chubby bum.


Friday, December 4, 2009

It's a...

I had my 20 week ultrasound (actually it was 22 weeks, but...you know...we aren't too exact about theses things since my babies never are). The ultrasound tech asked if we wanted to know the sex. Drumroll please.
It's a...




































































BABY!!!

Heh, heh, heh. You really didn't think we were going to find out, did you? She asked me twice if I wanted to know and even said if I changed my mind to call her, but I held fast. Finding out the sex before the baby's birthday is like opening a gift before Christmas. I love that with the first two, our midwife said to Benj, "Well, what did you get?" after the baby was born. I was so shocked that Judah was a boy! And having one of each, I really have no preference or need to know to be "prepared." I can't wait to find out...in4 months.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Avoiding the flu

Some people have been asking what we're doing to avoid the H1N1, since we don't vaccinate and we are in high risk groups three ways: Benj is a nurse (fortunately, he is somewhat protected since he works on an oncology floor that refuses flu patients and the new restricted visitors policy is preventing the unwashed masses from carrying it to his floor), we have two toddlers who are high-risk because of their age, and I am pregnant (for some unknown reason, pregnant women are highly susceptible to H1N1 and have a high incidence of complications resulting in hospitalization and death.) Now in many ways, we're no more susceptible than we usually are. Benj has been a nurse for nearly seven years and has never had the flu, and small children and pregnant women, like the elderly, are always more at risk for devastating complications from influenza that don't affect the general healthy population. It just seems that the H1N1 is much more virulent than other strains, and according to the Virginia Department of Health, by October, the state was already seeing the volume of cases that it sees in February, the peak of flu season. There is some worry what the peak season will look like. I am a bit nervous, I admit. So here is what we are doing to reduce our chances of getting the flu:

REST AND PLAY

We've been doing our best to get plenty of sleep. This is a challenge when there are small children, especially small children who can survive on very little sleep, but we've made adjustments. Judah is generally sleeping through the night (thanks be to God!), and they are in bed around 7/7:30 in the evening. It may seem like a no-brainer to make sure small children get sleep, as they're grouchy and unbearable when they don't...come to think about it, Benj and I get kind of grouchy and unbearable when we don't get enough sleep too...but it's harder for the adults in our house. We were getting caught up in activities that are hard to do with small children fussing or needing attention, and we were staying up far too late, enjoying the peace and quiet. Benjy and I have started going to bed soon after the children do. It has meant foregoing some activities we enjoy, such as reading, watching movies, working in the woodshop, etc. I have even had to let things slide in the housework department.
(I came out from the back of the house to find Mercy like this. She informed me she needed a rest.)

We've been avoiding crowds and groups of children (germ factories!), which means missing out on our favorite indoor playground and discovery museum, but the children have been spending a lot of time outside. Vitamin D has been shown to play a key role in resistance to influenza (http://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/51913.php), and sunlight is the best way to get it. The fresh air doesn't hurt anyone either. We've been bundling the children up, even on rainy days, and heading out into the woods or to the now-abandoned toddler playgrounds.



NUTRITION

While we are always careful with the foods we consume, I have been extra vigilant in my meal and snack preparation to ensure that all of us are getting nutrient-dense foods. I have been thinking about writing a full post on food here since I get so many questions about our foodways, but for now, I'll touch briefly on some of our "superfoods."

We enjoy many raw foods. The children still don't do very well with raw veggies, so I give them enzyme-rich raw milk and cheese and fruits. We consume large amounts of probiotics in the form of smoothies. I make yoghurt by the half gallon, and my mom makes kefir by the gallon for us. I puree the yoghurt and kefire with organic frozen fruits (heavy-hitters like blackberries, blueberries, acai, along with mango, strawberries, and bananas to switch it up.) I add raw greens, raw hempseed, sometimes coconut, along with cod liver oil and brewers yeast (B vitamins).

We also eat complex and filling carbs. This has become more challenging since my celiac diagnosis, as many nutritious grains contain gluten, but we are learning (the children are also completely gluten free, since they have a high chance of inheriting celiac from me. We don't want to put them through the invasive tests to confirm celiac for them and our GI doctor recommended gluten free diets for all of us but Benj). Common breakfasts for us are oatmeal cooked in the crockpot overnight and homemade buckwheat and flaxseed waffles. I mix up the batter, and Benj makes them by the dozens. We freeze them, then pop them in the toaster and add organic butter and real maple syrup for quick breakfasts. We've been eating a lot of winter squash with blackstrap molasses, as well as beans such as lentils and hummus.

I try to make stock several times a month. My goal is once a week, but it usually doesn't happen quite that often. I use all-natural chicken or grass-fed beef bones and simmer them in a stock or crock pot for 24-72 hours. This makes a delicious base for many different soups, as well as for cooking rice and quinoa. Chicken soup has become cliche as a cure for all ills, but according to Sally Fallon in Nourishing Traditions, there is science behind it. Some of the nutrients in the stock specifically target respiratory health. It is also filling, nutritious, and fairly inexpensive to make. For other proteins, we consume oily fishes such as wild cod and salmon, grass-fed beef, and dozens of eggs. I buy between eight and ten dozen eggs per month. I enrich homemade custards and baked goods with extra eggs, make quiches, and serve plain sunny-side-up eggs for any meal I need something quick, hot, and nutritious.

For snacks, the children eat foods such as homemade muffins made with coconut flour, homemade trail mixes made with nuts, raisins, seeds, and a little organic dark chocolate, and "candy" that I make by pureeing figs, ground walnuts, and ground flax, and rolling it in coconut. I have just introduced nut butters to Mercy, and I will be using those on homemade GF crackers as snacks in the future.


(Ahem. They ARE organic, but chips were not quite the nutritional giants I had in mind. I heard rustling behind the closed pantry door, and this is what I found.)
(Ah, that's more like it. A smoothie made with organic fruit, homemade yoghurt and kefir, greens, cod liver oil, and brewer's yeast. Now THAT'S what I'm talkin' about!)

SUPPLEMENTS

While money is much better spent on high-quality, organic food than on supplements that try to make up for poor eating, I've come to believe, through reading research, that some supplements ARE useful, especially in certain circumstances. For my family, we are taking just a few key supplements that scientific studies are showing as useful. We are taking elderberry extract (mass-marketed as Sambucol). This is one of the most amazing products in our medicine cabinet. Benj is prone to pneumonia and bronchitis, and he has been able to completely cure bronchitis in just two days by taking elderberry along with oregano oil. I have a friend who recently gave elderberry to her son, who was recovering from swine flu but had a nagging cough that was preventing him from resting. In just four hours, his coughing had completely stopped. I'm a believer in the product, but that amazed even me. I've heard similar stories this year as others have turned around respiratory infections or shortened the duration of influenza with elderberry. In one study, elderberry extract was shown to be more effective than Tamiflu, without side effects: http://www.naturalnews.com/026354_elderberry_Tamiflu_immune_system.html

The children and Benj are also taking olive leaf extract, which is thought to be an antiviral.

OTHER TIDBITS WHICH MAY OR MAY NOT MATTER

Besides avoiding crowds, which I already mentioned, we try to practice good hygiene. Good handwashing is something we enforce all the time, but during this flu season, I am militant about clean hands, especially with two little ones who constantly have their hands in their mouths, eyes, and nose (and in mine, now that I think about it). The rare times we venture out, such as for grocery shopping, I carry sanitizing wipes and wipe down the cart. I wipe down their hands when we get back in the car. We avoid public bathrooms like the plague itself (I carry a portable potty for Mercy in the truck). I also spray saline in the children's noses before bed and when we've been out in public to flush any germs out of the nasal passages, as well as a special herbal throat spray that accomplishes the same purpose in the mouth and throat.

Will we still get the flu? Maybe. But at least we are doing all we can to prevent it.



Stellan needs prayer

Stellan is in Boston for his scheduled ablation, but when they began to wean him off his drugs yesterday, he went into SVT and crashed quickly. He is intubated, and his heart stopped a while ago. The doctors were able to get his heart started again, but he must be stable for his ablation. Please pray for Stellan, his doctors, and his family. Pray that he will become stable and this ablation will fix his heart for good.

You can read updates here:

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Silent Monks "Sing"

I love the Hallelujah Chorus, and whether it was supposed to be funny or not, this amused me. Pause the playlist and turn your volume up!

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Top 5 Reasons Why My Children Woke Me At 6:45 This Morning

5. Daylight Savings Time ended today, and nearly everyone else in the country got an extra hour of sleep.
4. They wanted to make the time between "wakey, wakey" and naptime even longer than usual to test my level of sanity today.
3. Judah wanted to get an early start on removing a dirty diaper and fingerpainting on the the floor with the contents of the diaper.
2. Mercy wanted to get an hour head start on shattering our only remaining shot glass (for making espresso, not drinking whiskey...though the Wild Turkey I bought for a recipe is looking rather inviting this morning. Never mind. I no longer own a SHOT GLASS!) on the floor before her daddy and I had even had our coffee. I love running the vacuum before I've had my coffee.

And the number 1 reason my children woke me at 6:45 on the day Daylight Savings Time ended:

I AM SUPERMOM (HEAR ME ROAR). I CAN DO IT ALL WITHOUT SLEEP.

Friday, October 30, 2009

Mercy's Solution to H1N1


Due to the swine flu, children under 18 have been banned from visiting at the hospital where Benj works. During the spring and summer, I often take the children to see Benj at work when we're in town running errands, and Mercy will ask to "go find my daggy" when I tell her we're going bye-bye. I haven't been taking them to his unit since the flu outbreak, but we have met him in the lobby. Last night, we were in town late, so I decided to pick Benj up from work. Since I couldn't take the children in, we sat out in the truck and waited. Mercy wanted to go in to the "big howspill" badly, but I told her we couldn't because of all the sick people. She said, "Tell all the sick people to go home."

I'm sure many of the nurses would heartily agree with her solution. The patients...maybe not so much.

Judah has enjoyed being a cowboy with one of Benj's discarded hats:



Today I French braided Mercy's hair for the first time. I've done little braids across the front to keep her hair out of her eyes, but she just now has enough to braid it all down the sides. She looks so grown up.

And that's all the news from Lake Woebegone, where the man is tired, the woman is frustrated, and the children never sleep.

Foodie Friday

Also titled "My First Gluten Free Baking Disaster."

Also titled "Go Ahead and Laugh."

We met Benjy's parents for a picnic at a state park about an hour and a half from here on last Saturday. It is one way for grandparents/grandkids to have some bonding time when none of us have time to make the four and a half hour trip for a longer stay. We each bring our own main dish, then bring something to share. Benjy's mom brought her famous sour cream pound cake, which is one of my all-time favorite desserts...that I can no longer eat due to the massive amounts of gluten in it. I mean, this cake has sold for nearly $200 at bake auctions b/c it has such a reputation.

Anyway, Sunday, I decided I was going to try to make it gluten free. It's a simple recipe, so the only thing I really had to substitute was the flour. I also added 1 tsp of baking powder since the whole grain gluten free flour would be heavy and not really rise (I do this all the time when baking with alternative grains). I wisely put a cookie sheet under the pan, since the pan seemed kinda full to me. 10 minutes into the 80 minute baking time, I looked in the oven, and it looked like a veritable volcano. The batter was frothing out over the cake pan, onto the cookie sheet, and was ready to overflow the cookie sheet. I quickly slid yet another cookie sheet on the lower rack and began frantically scooping batter out of the cookie sheet. The batter just kept rising and rising over the cake pan. This went on for about 40 minutes. I went and scooped out the cookie sheet every few minutes. Finally, about the 40 minute mark, the whole thing fell so that the cake was about an inch high (I didn't expect it to be it's usual spectacular 6 inches high, but I thought it would at least stay the height of the batter!) 80 minutes came and went, and the cake was still batter, so I left it in another 20 minutes, and it did finally finish baking. Don't think I wasn't tempted just to take it out and throw the whole thing in the garbage, but (a) it was a Pampered Chef springform pan that I did not want to replace, (b) I wanted a piece of that cake, doggone it, and (c) there were two sticks of organic butter, 6 organic eggs, 1 cup of organic whole yoghurt, and 3 cups of very expensive gluten free baking mix in it...I at least wanted SOMETHING to show for all those expensive ingredients!

Oh the mess. I should have taken a picture. My cake pan was covered in baked-on, half-burnt, half-gooey cake batter. The cookie sheet under the pan was a lost cause. I threw that away. I was able to salvage the bottom cookie sheet that only caught a small amount of the batter, but I had to soak it overnight to get the charcoal like substance off of it (did NOT want to throw that away, as it is my only stainless steel sheet).

The good news is that the cake was absolutely delicious. It tasted a little more whole-grainy than the original cake, which is made with white flour, but it was fabulous. The texture was moist and heavy just like the original cake. The crumb wasn't as fine...more coarse like a cornbread than fine and dense like a pound cake. I'll definitely make it again, but next time, I'll find a bigger pan and leave out the extra baking powder. Note to self: read the ingredients on the box of the GF baking mix before adding extra ingredients. The baking mix had baking powder AND baking soda in it. Oopsy.


Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Stellan is sick again

I was surprised to read on mycharmingkids.com this morning that overnight Stellan unexpectedly started a severe bout of SVT. He is in the PICU intubated, and the interventions they have tried are not bringing down his heartrate. He is also showing signs of decreased heart function. Please pray for him and his family. You can read about it here: http://www.mycharmingkids.net/2009/10/stellan-update_28.html

Friday, October 23, 2009

I wonder where she gets that?


We were getting groceries yesterday and entered the candy aisle. Mercy sweetly said, "Mama, I need some chocolate."



Tuesday, October 20, 2009

New Moon Rising

Crack kills. We know. But isn't this the cutest case of plumber's pants you've ever seen?













Friday, October 16, 2009

Autumn Adventures

A cold rainy day with two grouchy kids and stir crazy mom & dad was a good time to pull out a craft project. Mercy had fun making her "hand" turkey. Judah preferred eating the crayons and gluing his fingers together.



As you can see, Judah had a little help. He mainly pushed the pieces of paper down after I glued them.

A new way to play the piano. Being the attentive and cautious mother I am, I didn't grab the camera FIRST and rescue later.

I spy...Judah!

Mercy has been sick this week. She woke up with 103 degree fever on Monday morning, and it went as high as 105. She had no other symptoms, and was eating, drinking and playing pretty much normally, but we were worried she had influenza. Finally, Tuesday evening, after it was too late to call the doctor (of course) she started complaining that her ear hurt. I took her to the doctor the next evening, and she has a double ear infection. Her fevers are gone, but she's been waking up multiple times at night because of the ear pain, despite Tylenol or Motrin. We'll all be glad when she's feeling better.

Not surprisingly, being under the weather hasn't kept Mercy from amusing us with her speeches and expresses. The other night, she was lying on our bed while Benj read her bedtime stories to her. Benj had socks on, and he was moving his toes inside his socks. Mercy said "Daggy's socks are wild!" I have no idea where that came from, but it seriously tickled us.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day

Today, October 15, is National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day.

After four years of unexplained infertility, we finally conceived our first child with the help of fertility drugs. After 10 weeks of thinking everything was fine, prematurely pulling out maternity clothes, and telling everyone our exciting news, we found out that our baby had stopped growing at 6 weeks.

The months following were some of the darkest of my life. I was amazed at the insensitivity and downright cruelty of those who had never experienced the loss of a child. I was also amazed at the number of women who came to me and told me that they had lost one, or two, or more babies. I found that pregnancy and infant loss is just not discussed. With some of the unbelievable things that were said to me, I can see why many women choose to keep their griefs secret.

Pregnancy and Infant Loss Day is a time to remember the babies we've lost and to remember that for many women, a pregnancy does not equal a "take-home baby." And for those of us blessed enough to have earth-bound babies, it is a reminder to not take them for granted.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

International Children's Festival



We headed south to the International Children's Festival this morning. It was a toss-up...this weekend is also the greatly anticipated Apple Butter Festival in our own little town. I'm so glad we chose the children's festival. The children had a load of fun (okay, and I admit it--Benj and I did too). There were indoor displays from around 30 different countries. There were instruments to touch and play and buy, foods to try, demonstrations to see, handprints to make, and friends to meet.

We missed the tae kwon doe demonstrations and dough juggling, but were just in time for some international singing, African drumming, and Indian dancing. By the time we had watched all these wonderful things, the children were too tired to get their passports stamped at all the display tables, or get their faces painted, but it was still well worth the trip. I'm hoping that if there is another festival next year, we can go earlier in the morning so we can see more before the naptime meltdowns start.

The indoor displays from around the world where we could get our "passports" stamped.


Judah with Auntie



Indian dancer (this is actually a doctor Benj works with at the hospital...he was just a little surprised!)

Bollywood dancers from an Indian dance academy

Mercy dancing with the African drummers

Clutching the wooden African giraffe the sweet African lady gave Mercy

The African drumming ensemble.


Friday, October 9, 2009

On a roll

Mercy has been on a roll lately with little sayings and expressions that keep Benj and I laughing as well as on our toes. Some of her latest...

When Judah was venturing too far down the driveway and Benj called to him to stop (and he actually did!): "Good boy, Dudah! Good boy for obeying Daggy and Mercy." We didn't address the issue that Judah doesn't exactly have to obey HER.

When she was trying to get her wool-stuffed doll with rather unbendable legs to sit in the stroller: "SIT! Obey Mommy!"

When she was sitting at the table, cuddling a toy: "I gove you, but you must obey Mercy!" Do you see a trend here?

When she was pretending her sippy cup was her "hot coffee," Judah was begging for it, and I asked her if she could share a drink with Judah: "No Dudah. Hot coffee. It will keep you awake!" Wonder where she's heard that before.

When she was outside playing, she saw me at the window and came to show me her owie: "I want a band-aid, Lisa." I told her I was mommy, and she shouldn't call me "Lisa." Her response: "Daggy say Lisa."







Not to be outdone, Judah has a lot to say as well. I suppose it's normal for a 14 month old to say words, but Mercy was essentially a functional mute until after her second birthday, so Benj and I listen with mouths hanging open when Judah says a new word, unprompted. It's also been a delight to teach him a new word and actually have him try to repeat it. When prompted to say a new word, Mercy would only say "Mmm--mmmm-mmm," accompanied by vigorous head shaking. Judah's new words, besides Mama and Daddy, are "thank you" (it took me a few days before I realized he was saying "daa-doo" nearly every time I gave him something,as it was completely unprompted), "drink," "eat," "snack," "dog," and "dat?" Not surprising that most of his words have to do with food or drink since he weighs well over 25 pounds and is wearing 24 month clothes. The fat rolls on his neck alone would sustain him through a substantial famine.




And because I'm sure you're dying to know, Benj is just fine and I... I am eating far too much chocolate. So I'm pregnant. Give me a break. And that's all I have to say about that.


Sunday, September 27, 2009

Yes, We Have No Bananas New Pajamas

We've actually been pretty boring around here recently. That's the way I like it. No drama. I don't do drama. We've mostly been hanging out, playing, coloring, and experimenting with new food ways. The children are willing testers.




And yes, they do have new pajamas.






Saturday, September 26, 2009

And then there were...

FIVE:






That's right. For those of you who don't know yet (I'm not very good at secrets), it's official. The third Sommers baby is on the way. What's not official is the due date. By the ultrasound, they're saying April 2, 2010, but we all know that my babies never pay much attention to silly things like estimated due dates. So far, Mercy and Judah not only missed their EDD's, they completely missed the months they were supposed to be born in all together. Let's see. Mercy's EDD was February 14, and she showed up on March 7, and Judah's was July 17, and he showed up on August 3. Since this little one is supposed to show up in the very beginning of April, I hope we at least make the month, though I hold out no hopes that he/she will actually be here the beginning of April.

And that's all for now. What? You wanted more news? Good grief. I'll post pics of the other Sommers children this weekend, since I know that's what everyone wants to see anyway.
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