Friday, October 3, 2014

Five Favorites: The Post-Partum You

So thrilled to be linking up with this week's host of Five Faves, Mary Kate!

Now, down to business, could I have come up with a cornier title? Nope. I tried. You're welcome. I don't think I get to say post-partum anymore since we're two weeks shy of a year, but from the other side, these are the things that made me feel not so much like death-warmed-over.

Eyeliner. In the unfortunate event that seeing your baby requires going out in public. Eyeliner. Even if you don't plan on leaving the house for many many days, those glimpses in the mirror will look that much less haggard. And you'll like it, I promise. I used to steer clear of eyeliner thinking it was setting the bar way too high for a daily routine. A friend once told me she could never not wear eyeliner because since everyone was used to seeing her with it on, without it even the people she lived with were convinced she had a cold. That stayed with me and I didn't think I was up for the challenge. I was wrong, forgive me, eyeliner. 

You hardly notice I'm still in pajamas because eyeliner
Sticking with the theme of eyes for a second, an eye brow wax. One of my aunts calls it the cheapest facelift money can buy. A $10 facelift? Get one.

And while you're at the salon anyway, a haircut. Be honest, it's just a matter of weeks before it all starts falling out anyway. I'm a firm believer that the temptation to chop your hair off in pregnancy is really just a desire to not look pregnant anymore. But now you're not pregnant, so chop away my friend. And take your biotin for the hair loss.

Jeans that fit. Have you ever read a blog post about a woman who bought a pair of postpartum jeans and regretted it? Nope, didn't think so. So bite the bullet and don't look at the size. Bonus points for a higher rise to go easy on your diastasis recti and or c-section scar. 

And on a much less light hearted note, therapy. Even if you think its just a phase and you'll get through. Even if all you ever wanted was to be a mother, so you're afraid to admit life's got you down. Even if you're terrified that you'll fork over the cash for a therapy session only to have them tell you you're over reacting, which they won't. If the thought has crossed your mind that talking to someone might help, do it. Is this a necessity for every new mom? Of course not, and we all have our bad days, but at least give it a good think. Healthy babies need happy mamas, and your husband won't mind it either. 

Wednesday, September 10, 2014


It's been a year since a routine, follow-up anatomy scan changed everything. At 22 weeks, I was dilated 2 cm, bulging amniotic sac, and 100% effaced. I was admitted to the hospital, and given a rescue cerclage.

Allow me to indulge in a little looking back at the two days that kicked off our 100 days of hospital. I'm the mom who relegated most of the updates of Isaac's NICU stay to 7 Quick Takes, so I think I'm allowed this one. Smiley face emoji.

Today, I'm remembering:

//The long walk from maternal fetal medicine to labor & delivery triage. Seriously, why were they letting me walk??? It was at least 48 hours before I was allowed to stand up again.

//Dispatching Mark for the essentials: Chik-fil-A and my phone charger while I got checked in. My battery was dying and we had lots of people we needed to get ahold of. Later, asking if I was allowed to sit up to eat.

//Being scolded by nurses and orderlies as I transferred from the gurney to the bed in the antepartum unit. It hadn't sunk in yet just how dire things were and all I wanted was to get off that hard plank, as quickly as possible.

//The slightly overbearing and way overly chipper student nurse who didn't even give me and Mark a moment alone before I headed off to general anesthesia. She would ask things like, "how do you plan to use your time well, now that you're in the hospital?" I'm sure she meant well...

//The tearful conversation with the on-call neonatologist as she honestly portrayed the risks and decisions we'd have to make if the procedure broke my water and Isaac was born right then. How that conversation ended with me sobbing after each potential complication, "he'll still be our baby."

//The consoling conversation that followed with a dear and fatherly priest. He'd counseled me before in our cross of infertility, and now he counseled us that we wouldn't be in the wrong or bad parents if we wanted to hold our baby, and snuggle him in his last moments. It was ok to want to fill his last moments with the love only a mother and father can give instead of desperate pricks and pokes in an all but futile attempt to save a 22 week old baby.

//My dr. asking for some of the holy water Mark had smuggled into pre-op in an empty soda bottle. Asking her to baptize Isaac if he was born during the procedure.

//The on-call maternal fetal medicine doctor telling us that everything went beautifully. Reassuring us that it we would be on pins and needles until we made it 24 weeks/viability but also promising that "we could hope for much more."

//And all the miracles that followed.

This blanket was made for Isaac by the mother of one of my kindergarteners, the ones I only taught for 20 days. In her note, she told me, "every stitch became a prayer" We used to be able to swaddle Isaac in that blanket, and now he's way too big and wiggly! But every stitch of that quilt reminds me of all the prayers. And so today, we'll go to the grocery store, and have nap time, eat lots of puffs, run some laundry, try a recipe off of pinterest, and in all of that normal, we're saying thanks for all the prayers answered.

Friday, August 22, 2014

Seven Quick Takes (Vol. 19)

I've finally had to admit to myself that Isaac is no longer of an age where he can nap anywhere. Now, our days are carefully planned around morning nap and afternoon nap, and do we dare for an early evening nap? My mind is continuously full of contingency-plan schedules. I have to admit, this wasn't really one of the challenges of motherhood I'd considered. We've found a pretty good groove, I'm ready for  more on my plate, and as an extrovert, long to be out and about, but those naps are not to be tampered with. There was a saint who said, and I'm paraphrasing here, "a very great deal depends on whether you live your life as God wants" what I think he meant to say was "a very great deal depends on how nap time goes."

Has anyone tried out Kindle Unlimited? I signed up for the free 30-day trial because I could get this month's book club pick on it for free. Maybe my interests are too obscure, but I keep finding that "unlimited" is a very loose term.

This year, I'm turning 30. I have very little wisdom to show for it. But this I do know, I'm kidding my self if I think it'll be ok not to blow-dry my bangs.

A few weeks ago, we flew to Chicago so the youngest cousins could meet and so I could be there for my god-daughter's baptism. We had one job. One job. Get to the church on time. We were definitely a good 15 minutes late. My brother-in-law was standing outside the church to make sure we got the best parking spot. Every other family, all with many more children than we had to get ready, were all sitting, and waiting, at the front of the church. No sooner than I had sat down in my waiting place in the very first pew, my phone very loudly announced, "you have arrived at your destination." Blush.

Since the spring, I've been meal planning using Google Calendar. I set up a dedicated calendar just for meals and it's worked great. Moving meals around if something comes up is a cinch and whenever we get into a meal rut, I scroll back a few months to see what we were having for dinner then, and voila! no more rut!

My first foray into blogging was actually reading infertility blogs. And one infertility blog always stood out head and shoulder above the rest. This particular blogger is kind of like the fairy godmother of other women with IF, she even has a wand. And this week, she shared with the internet the most joyous news of all. Eight years of waiting and suffering and learning acceptance. Eight years.


There's another family I know who isn't having quite so great a year. A mother with a chronic illness, a teenager with severe autism, and now a 3 year old with cancer. You can read more about their challenges on the go fund me page, and even if you can't spare a dime, no prayer is wasted. My faith tells me that God has a plan, and his plans are always good, but my gut says, "couldn't you pick on someone else for a change?"

Jen it's great to have you and your takes back

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Five Favorites: Kitchen Tools

When it comes to choosing kitchen tools, usually, I am a loyal follower of anything America's Test Kitchen recommends. I love reading about the paces they put blenders through and which food storage systems are shatter proof. Our wedding registry was very literally organized around their suggestions. The tools they recommend have served us well, and I've neither wanted nor needed to replace any of them. But as I look around my kitchen, there are a few loves of mine that aren't straight from the ATK annals, so that's what I'm sharing with you today.

Kitchen Favorites You Won't Hear About on America's Test Kitchen:

1.) Umbra Tub Dish Drying Rack
Our last dish drainer was the pits. When it wasn't collecting water underneath its rubber mat, it was draining onto the floor. Super helpful. Enter the Umbra Tub Dish Drying Rack. The tub's drain is actually set high enough, that it can, you know, drain into the sink. The tub itself is dishwasher safe so if it gets groddy, into the bottom rack it goes. And best of all, it's only one piece, so someday, when it's not perpetually full of bottle parts, it will easily slip into the under sink cabinet when I'm not using it.

2.) Oxo Steel Soap Dispensing Palm Brush
My husband has a soap problem. No amount of referencing my college microbiology class will convince him that more is not always better with soap. He remains convinced that a thick layer is always preferable to a film. But should I really be complaining? After all, this does mean he is doing the dishes. Between the need to curb his soap habit, and my hatred of sponges that always always mildew, this dish scrubber solves most of our problems. If it could solve the problem of dishes all together, it'd probably cost more than $9.99.

3.) Progressive International Stainless Steel Measuring Spoons, Set of 5
Magnetic measuring spoons. Need I say more. No annoying rings that you'll never put the spoons back on anyway and yet they still all stay together. The narrow ends are just the thing for reaching into spice bottles. We used to have a a magnetic set that was plastic, not of the same brand, but the tablespoon melted when I poured hot bacon fat into it. The nerve. Anyway, these metal ones won't melt and they're sleeker too.

4.) Cutco Pizza Cutter
This was a wedding gift. For the first few months, we were convinced that it was broken since the arm kept flipping up. But then, when we discovered that it would flip back down too, we realized it was a feature not a bug. The wheel blade is removable for easy cleaning and sharpening, not that we've needed to sharpen it, but we could if we wanted to I guess.

5.) Zak Designs Melamine Bowls, Set of 6
Best impulse Costco purchase ever. I am absolutely positive these used to be cheaper. Crate & Barrel used to sell them too. Until we amass the inevitable hoard of plastic kids' dishes, these are our only unbreakable dishes besides tupperware, baby bottles, and one cup the previous owners left behind. They're great to use as casual serving pieces, chips and guacamole anyone?, for mixing up cake batter, or for playing. The smallest bowl in our set is purple and it's always the most popular toy if there's a little girl over to play.

Over and out to Heather, for more favorites

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Friday, May 23, 2014

Seven Quick Takes (Vol. 18)


Pardon our dust. If you're reading this on a desktop, I'm really sorry. I was anxious to readjust to some bits of the blog design, and Mark and I were all set to work on them together. His know-how, my opinions, perfect marriage. And then I was at Starbucks, all by myself working on some draft posts, and started looking at the template. Not interesting story short: Drunk on the power of iced coffee, I had a moment of "I wonder what will happen if I press this button" and will be living with the consequences until Mark takes pity on me.


Isaac and I went and visited my old kindergarten classroom last week. Seeing the kids was great-they haven't changed a bit since September, and yet they have. I definitely spent at least 5 minutes with my eyes darting around the room thinking of all the blood, sweat, toil, tears and masking tape that went into its decoration that I go to enjoy for 3 weeks. At least the teacher next year is keeping the same design. Her summer should be nice and mostly tape free.

The other day, I left the room and this happened. He's after the network cables, I just know it. Like father, like son, I suppose.
He started out by the bunny

I made tzatziki sauce for the first time ever. Why hadn't I ever done that before? Perfect summer condiment for everything. I used the Brown Eyed Baker's recipe, except I doubled the garlic. In Kate's much shared cooking post, her only constant mantra (so far!) is when in doubt, triple it...unless it's the Pioneer Woman. The same goes for garlic...when in doubt, double it...unless it's the Pioneer Woman!


A departure from the light hearted. Could you spare a prayer or two for my mom? She's recovering from having a spinal fusion yesterday to hopefully correct the constant nerve pain she's been having... since her last spinal fusion a year ago. This is the woman who had 11 natural childbirths and 1 emergency c-section, she's been through knee and hip replacements and she doesn't complain. The other day, she said to me on the phone, "I just want to be able to hold my grandchildren and make dinner. I don't think that's too much to ask." Once you get past the fact that that's the most emoting I've ever heard from the woman, you'd have to agree, it's not too much to ask at all. Hopefully, this surgery is the ticket. The surgeon said that it was a success so so far so good.

We're taking Isaac down to Galveston for the holiday weekend. It'll be his first trip to the beach. I'm looking forward to trading in this youtube video, which moonlights as a noise machine in our house, for the real thing.

We plan on doing a lot of this. (Photo taken from my second blog post of all time)


He's very excited about the beach. (So am I!)

More Quick Takes here!

Friday, May 9, 2014

Seven Quick Takes (Vol. 17): Memoirs, Scorpions, How to Say Our Name, and Celebrity Resemblances

We are (still) slowly emptying our storage unit as we move into the new house. Last weekend, we brought over a bookshelf and more books. As I was unloading the bins, I noticed this:

That, right there, pretty much sums up what Mark and I each brought to this relationship.

I had an epiphany the other day and it was this. I'll bet you read this blog, but if you haven't met us in real life you have no idea how to say our last name! I'm not being presumptuous here, it defies most logic. It may look French, and I'm sure that it is French, but we don't say it like we're French. Are you ready?


Last syllable like magazine. Yup, that's how we say it.

Springtime here is dying down which is a little bittersweet. Spring is where Texas really outdoes itself, but any allergy sufferer can't help but be relieved when the seasons make the switch to summer because the pollen...goodness the pollen! Everything gets covered in a green film. You can't park your car outside without it changing color. For weeks, our mailbox looked like it was a key piece of evidence in a CSI investigation.

When my nieces were here for Isaac's baptism (which I should probably blog, about, eh?), one of them accidentally sprayed a fire extinguisher on our back porch. Mark hosed it off and the next day it rained. As I drove through our neighborhood, I saw puddles at the end of driveways edged in the same neon green film that was on our porch and started to wonder if everyone had accidentally set off a fire extinguisher. Nope, just pollen. It makes you wonder if maybe the trees were overdoing it just a little, in a teenage boy with a can of Axe sort of way.

Isaac will be 4 months adjusted on Sunday, and 7 months in actuality a few days after that. People say I'm a mean mom, but I can't help but notice a striking remblance between him and a certain loveable caterpillar.

He doesn't seem too bothered about it though.

He insists that it's all muscle.


I've been enjoying the Blog Carnival Posts about moms and social media. I agree with what everyone is saying. BUT! I do need to start using it better. For me personally, that means if I'm to be part of an online community, I should participate in a reciprocal way, i.e. it needs to stop being so much in my imagination.  Right now, it sometimes feels like all these lovely bloggers supply plenty of free content, and then I get to imagine things about them--without ever actually reaching out to the other person. I need to interact more, comment more, not just think up a really nice comment in my head, keep it there, and then imagine the conversation that springs up from it.

There are lots of people out there with profound thoughts about Jen's book. Something Other Than God was a very enthralling read as evidenced by my Instagram pic and the almost all-nighter I spent reading it cover to cover.  

After finishing it, the main thing I am left wondering about is, why didn't the nice man who sold them his house tell them about the scorpions??? I know, I know, it's Austin, they're everywhere, but remember when Jen had the exterminator out? Yeah, it sounds like they're dealing with more of a situation like their house is built on top of the Scorpionmother's Lair than just your typical geographical scorpion situation. Call me crazy, but I feel like that maybe should have come up in the seller's disclosure.

For more takes of the quick, go see Jen.