Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Doubting Thomas: A Ridiculous Post

Much of what we hear of and learn about is based on trust.  You must trust your source in order to believe it.  That's why we all believed Columbus was this Italian fellow who discovered America and was warmly welcomed by the natives.  Right?  Right?

Right.  So I will admit to you now my doubts about known facts.  Some of these are downright ridiculous, but really... if you haven't been to China, HOW DO YOU KNOW IT'S THERE.

1. China.  Lots of my stuff claims to be made in China.  I've read about China.  My brother in law and mother in law have both been to China.  And yet there is a small part of me that says, "Really?  China?  Who says it's just not some ocean or pit to the center of the Earth?  How do I know Google actually photographed it?  Is this where the real NFL refs are banished until the contract disputes are resolved?"  China.  Pfft.

2. Angelina Jolie.  I just read that Julie Bowen likened seeing Angelina Jolie to the sighting of a Unicorn.  How do I know she really exists, photographic evidence aside?  Photographic evidence THAT CAN BE FAKED.  She could be a cyborg.  Or a cardboard cutout.  I mean, who leaves a life of sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll for a stroll down "UN Ambassador/mother of 6/fiance to Brad Pitt" Boulevard?  Brad Pitt portion aside, not many people.
Unicorn.  Source.

3. My grandparents, father in law, uncle, and Judy.  On the flip side of doubting a celebrities existence is the unreal feeling that someone I love isn't on this planet anymore, and I don't mean in a NASA way.  A fabulous lady named Judy died 22 years ago.  I saw the aftermath.  I keep in touch with a couple of her daughters, one being a dear friend of mine.  I know she's gone.  But there is a part of me that is convinced that she's still here, only I haven't talked to her in awhile.  Same goes for my grandmother and father in law, my dear grandfather, and my estranged uncle, all who died in 2008, 2009, and 2010, respectively.  A small part of me thinks that my grandmother will randomly call me to talk to me about the weather again.  A part of me really thinks my grandpa is still at a home, lost in his own mind and only coming to lucidity once in a blue moon.  I keep thinking every time I walk into my mother in law's home that I'll see Jerry in his spot downstairs, smoking and sipping a scotch and water.  And as I sit here softly crying at these memories, I know the reality is that these people are gone.  Perhaps it's just the dreamer in me, to want to ignore death and pretend everyone is still here.

Earth would be rather crowded though.  I'd be okay with that.

4. On a lighter note, New Babies.  My brother and my sister in law welcomed the newest member to our family, their wee son.  I have not met him.  I've seen oodles of adorable pictures, but the nut part of me goes all TomKat on it and wonder whether or not the peanut is real or fake.  It's a new life.  I mean, NEW.  Brand new.  Bry and Amanda made it themselves, home baked and everything.  But even I have to pinch myself about Grace.  I really made that girl with Dave?  REALLY?  I carried the munchkin and I still can't wholly believe.  Babies are surreal to me.  Every person that I knew pre-baby, I still can't believe you are a parent, despite every pound of evidence to the contrary.  As for my new nephew?  I'll know in October for sure.
Grace and Bisquick.  OR IS IT.

5. Funnel cakes.  I can't say I've seen one, let alone tasted one.  Let the "OH MY GOD YOU HAVEN'T HAD A FUNNEL CAKE" comments commence.


The reality is China, Angelina Jolie, my nephew and my daughter do exist and my passed loved ones only exist in our minds and hearts.  Another reality is that all my sources (except Grace) are from Wikipedia.

Funnel cakes' existence, however, remains dubious at best.

Monday, September 24, 2012

Mom's Day Off

Saturday was my day off.  From the moment I woke up to the minute I fell asleep, Husband and I agreed that I could choose what I wanted to do without reservation.  No G, no him, no dogs or cat.  Just me.

A day off.

Whatever I wanted to do, I could do.

What did I do with my day?


7 a.m.: Grace slept in until 7.  I awake refreshed and startled that she didn't get me up before 6 a.m. like she normally does.  We make some coffee, watch some cartoons and Daddy joins us a few minutes later.  We all spend the morning together.  Why just not take off?  Because I wanted my morning to be with my family.

10 a.m.:  Grace takes a nap, so I take off.  I listen to my book on CD as I drive up to the Cherry Creek area where I'll be meeting a friend for sushi.

10:45 a.m.: Settle in at Panera with a coffee and read.
11:30 a.m.: Get into car and listen to CD of book.
12:15 p.m.: Meet Kari for lunch.  Giggle over aji and other sushi delights.
1:15 p.m.: Meet Selena in parking lot to exchange Pack n Play for cake pans.

Spend the afternoon at the following stores:
1. Ross Dress For Less for athletic equipment.  Find none.
2. Pop over to DSW next door for shoe shopping.
3. At Dardanos to see if they sell Tieks.
4. Try Nordstom Rack for Tieks or Toms.
5. Drive back to Parker to spend $10 gift certificate at Kohls for a work sweater.
6. Go to Bed Bath and Beyond to wander around.  Get foot cream, fly swatter, Spanx knockoff, and shower grippers.

I am home by 5:30 p.m.  I miss my girl, I miss my man, and I sort of even miss the pets.  I am relaxed as we sit down to a steak dinner Husband cooked up, put G to bed, then watch Mission: Impossible Ghost Protocol with my man.

I am asleep by 10 p.m.  Happily.

Mom's day off = success.

Monday, September 17, 2012

What Grace Eats

Feeding Grace?

Yes, that is a donut.
 It has not been easy.

I don't know why.  It sounds easy, but when I have high standards for my kid (much higher than my own) I tend to make things more difficult.  "High standards" means as whole and organic as possible.  Sound snobby?  Well, I'm not an extremist and her father has a heck of a sweet tooth.  My daughter has already had cookies, ice cream, and tiramisu. 

But I bring to my toolbox as a mother a mild paranoia of my daughter growing up to mimic me in the food department.  I desperately want her to have a normal relationship with food and not be like me; I really want her to be free.  A part of me realizes that there is only so much I can do, and the husband definitely helps regulate my insanity regarding food and Grace.  So it'll be interesting to see how she turns out.

So what does she eat?

Here are some breakfast breakdowns:

1. Fruit.  Almost always, Grace has strawberries, grapes, mango, melon, etc cut up and served for her consumption.
2. I nuke an egg scramble-style and cut it up for her to eat.  The texture comes out firm but spongy and she likes it.
3. Pancakes, out of "Feed Me, I'm Yours."  I sub flaxseed meal for the egg and use whole wheat flour vs. white.  I make small (2-3" diameter) pancakes and freeze the extra.  This morning, Grace toddled around snacking on 2 of these.
4. Weelicious has a ton of great ideas, and I tried this muffin:  http://weelicious.com/2012/03/02/rise-and-shine-muffins-and-cookbook-giveaway/ with a bit of substitutions.  Almonds and walnuts for the pecans and pine nuts, flaxseed meal for the eggs, and unsweetened applesauce for the oil.  I made 12 large muffins and 36 mini muffins.  The mini muffins were perfect for her to hold in her wee fist and eat. 
5. Mommy-Gracie omelette: I scramble 3 eggs with a splash of milk, onion, and kale/spinach and melt a stick or two of string cheese int he mix.  She gets a third of it to finger eat, and I get the rest.
6. Smoothie.  If it's just her, I mix up to a half of a banana, handful of spinach, and about a half cup of whole milk in a blender/Magic Bullet and spoon feed it to her.  If it's for the both of us, I use a whole banana, a cup of frozen fruit, almond milk, and more greens.  Depending on thickness, sometimes I have her use a straw instead of spoon feeding it to her.  Regardless, she loves it and it's beyond healthy for her.
7. Pouch foods.  I love almost every version of pureed food that comes in a pouch.  Like Plum Organics.  Whoever came up with the idea to cross jarred baby food with Capri-sun pouches deserves his/her wealth.  I'm a lifetime buyer.  Their portability and the sheer ease of feeding Grace fruit fast is worth the price.  She ate two pouches this morning as I was running around doing the Monday Morning Spazz Dance.

Lunches are even harder.  I don't mind occasionally relying on mac n cheese, grilled cheese or pb with Wonder Bread, etc, but I really don't want to have her diet based on faux food.  So I buy ezekiel bread for almond butter and organic raspberry jam sandwiches, buy Annie's Organic Mac N Cheese.

Point is: I'm trying.  Does she have the occasional sweet/faux food?  Yes.  Do I want her grandparents to have the freedom to give their granddaughter whatever they want to give her to eat, regardless of nutritional value?  YES! 

Do I feel like a good mom with this approach?  Yes.  Every family is different, each with their own ideas about food.  I think Dave and I were both raised similarly - faux food in moderation - and that's what I want to do with G.  Our method is good for us so far. 

Question of the day: what do you feed your mini-humans?