A Happy Post

I thought today everyone might appreciate a bit more of a lighthearted post.  :)  So, I went through my phone and found one favorite picture of each kiddo from the last few months or so.  Fun, right?!  No.  Not fun.  Do you realize how hard it is to pick just one picture for each kiddo???  I guess it’s just motivation to post again in the near future.  Right?  Ok, so here goes…

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This is such a fun picture of Hope.  It captures her personality really well.  Her little tomato chair that she sits in, we usually set on the floor; that way she is at the same level as the other kids when they play on the floor.  She gets more interaction that way, can pick up her own toys, etc.  But the chair is getting too small for her!  (Sad day, must find a new one…)  So now if she’s wearing her shoes or braces we have to strap the seat portion of it into a real chair.

The first time we did this for her, she was a little bit nervous.  Kind of that jittery excitement you get when the operator comes and straps you into a roller coaster.  And she was telling us all about her thoughts.  She’s smiling, but she’s also talking in this picture!  She was making her very specific sound that lets us know if she’s sort of enjoying something and sort nervous about it.  So yes, I just love this picture.  Makes me smile.

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After taking this picture I started thinking maybe we need to sign Jacob up for a modeling career… I love how perfect he looks.  And the great thing is, he wasn’t posing at all.  He had no idea I was even taking a picture.  He’s just doing his thing, playing in the sandbox (which is one of his favorite outdoor activities) and practicing his newfound ability to stand without help.  I can’t help but love it, his thoughtful look, his thick flowy hair, the casual stance.  Just love it.  :)

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I almost hate taking photos of Evie right now because she looks so old in all of them!  She’s had a growth spurt recently and I don’t think my Mommy brain… or emotions… have caught up yet.  Of course I don’t actually hate taking her picture; I love her pictures.  She is growing into such a lovely young lady in every way.  In this picture she is holding some test strips that we just finished using for a science experiment.  I took an environmental science course this summer (It was my last gen ed course for my bachelor’s degree.  I only have a few elective credits left after that so I figured I’d better knock them out and get it done.  I’m so close…) and she did almost all of the experiments with me.  It was super fun, and we had a great time doing it together.  Nature, science, medicine, all things she has always loved.  So it was great to get to share that with her.  Her happy smile says it all.

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I picked this picture out of just sheer cuteness.  Between his hip new glasses (they were the only blue pair that Stephen liked in the whole store that Mommy and Daddy could both live with lol) and the fuzzy little guinea pig – there’s just so much cuteness!  I’m sorry, I mean handsomeness.  As my boys remind me all the time “We aren’t cute; girls are cute!  We’re handsome!”  Evie got guinea pigs for her baptism birthday this year; this is the younger one, Penelope.  Stephen also loves the guinea pigs and holds them quite a lot.  He needs a little more guidance… ahem.  But he’s getting there.  He has a genuinely soft heart, and I think this picture captures that sweetness quite well.  Make no mistake, he’s as rough and tumble as any boy, but there’s a soft, squishy, gentle side too.  <3

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Oh my darling not-the-baby-anymore Kyrie!  Jake hates it when I say that, but I told him he’s going to have to get used to it.  And by the looks of this picture, he really will!  Kyrie loves her girly things.  Shoes, jewelry, hair accessories, purses especially… all of it.  She got herself dressed up in this outfit (with heels later but they aren’t in this picture) and I couldn’t help but snap a shot of her.  We got her those toy glasses because she really really wanted a pair after Jacob and Stephen got theirs, and I figured this was safer than letting her try the other ones on!  I thought it would be one of those short lived toys that gets old after a week, but it’s been a few months now, and she still wears them quite a lot.  We all love Kiki to pieces.  She is spoiled by her older siblings, and not being the youngest will probably be a really good exercise for her. 😉  Speaking of which…

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Here is the first ever picture of Bambino!  Have you ever seen such a cute ultrasound?!  Lol… Ok I’m biased, but seriously.  So. Cute.  And it was just really good to see that adorable little baby and that adorable little heartbeat on the monitor.  We don’t typically do ultrasounds, but the midwife said it was too early to hear anything on a Doppler and I just needed a little extra assurance this time around.  It was a good decision.  All the kids were there too, so they all got to see Baby, and I feel much better knowing everything is going well so far.  Early February here we come!

Little Bambino

Before I start with the post I actually wrote for today, I just wanted to give a huge thank you to all of you for the outpouring of love and support after my last post.  Ya’ll brought me to tears (well you and the pregnancy hormones haha) and you have no idea how much I needed to hear every single one of those comments.  Just knowing how many people we still have praying for us after so long, and how many of you care, is motivation for me to keep pushing ahead and seeking Christ and His will in my life and in our family.  Thank you, thank you, thank you.  You all bless me so much more than you know!

I told my husband.  I did.  I told him, “You can’t call the baby Bambino.  We don’t know if the baby is a boy or a girl, and Bambino is definitely a boy’s name.”  But sometimes I get overruled (ok a lot of times I get overruled.)  He says, “This baby is a boy, so it doesn’t matter anyway.”  He’s very confident in his prediction apparently.  He also offered that we could call the baby Bambi if we happen to have a girl, which sounded like a fine compromise at first, until I remembered that Bambi was actually a boy… and by the time we would get to see our baby girl the whole point would be moot because the pregnancy would be over anyway.  Then there was that pesky pregnancy article I was reading that referred to the baby as “your little bambino”.  I tried, but there was just no getting out of it… so Bambino is the name-o of darling baby number six.  (Until said baby is born and then we can pick a real name, thank goodness!)

I have been waiting to post this until we had our first prenatal visit, which was supposed to be on Monday, and then it got moved to yesterday and then it got moved to next week soooo I don’t really know when it’s going to be.  And in the spirit of not taking forever to post again I thought I’d just write this up now and then let you know how the visit went later, after it actually happens.

So on to the fun stuff.  I’m nine weeks pregnant now, we found out at a super early four weeks.  I didn’t even think I was pregnant when I took the test, but I had been so abnormally tired and Jake had mentioned that I take one.  I brushed him off, but ended up taking one on a whim the next day anyway.  And sure enough, there were two very solid lines staring right back at me.  I was totally stunned.  Excited, happy, but way not expecting it!

Morning sickness followed soon after that and has not let up at all since then.  It’s 24/7, and if I do get it to settle down as soon as I get up and move again the nausea comes right back.  The first few weeks were the hardest.  I called my doctor as soon as I knew, and I got in for a quick appointment.  Hashimoto’s can have fatal complications for the baby if not treated properly during pregnancy, so I was a bit anxious.  She didn’t want to do blood work until week six, and by that point I was having definite hypothyroid symptoms and thyroid flare ups.  My energy levels tanked; I was in pain; I was cold all the time, and just totally not functional.  I was so thankful when we did the blood work and she adjusted my dose; I quickly felt better after that.

I was really set on eating super well this pregnancy, but it hasn’t happened.  My food aversions/cravings have been all over the place; between that and the constant morning sickness (let’s just say my diet has been below average, even for a typical American).  My migraines have come back because I’ve been skipping so many meals, which makes the nausea even worse.  Can you say vicious cycle?

But I do feel like I’m slowly starting to turn a corner.  I can eat through the sick feeling now a bit better than I could a week or two ago.  Fruits and vegetables have become edible again and even meat sometimes.  So we’re getting there.  And I’m definitely committed to cleaning up my act on the eating as soon as possible for little Bambino.

I’m also hoping to avoid the bed rest and terrible issues I had at the end of my last pregnancy.  Me being out of commission is so hard on the family.  The kids are struggling with just my morning sickness impairments, bed rest would be (and was) unbearable.  Jake has been amazing, as always.  He has been cooking almost all the meals for the last month, because I haven’t been able to.  He works early and late so he can be more helpful during the day.  And, of course, he has to carry all of the children everywhere now and I can’t really help with that at all.  He’s done bedtime single handedly quite often.  And he’s even changes the poopy diapers because I usually can’t handle the smell!  He’s the absolute best husband ever.

So, in short, it’s been tough so far but we are muddling through as always.  God is very good.  Morning sickness is no fun for any of us, but we are thankful that baby is healthy and growing right now, and we are all beyond thrilled for a new little one in the house.  Even Kyrie seems happy when we talk about having a baby, although she does laugh at me when I tell her baby is in my tummy.  Oh well, one day she will believe me!  Oh and bonus adorable not-the-baby-anymore pic:

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Love you all, enjoy your weekend!

The Roller Coaster

I’m not sure exactly what it was that stopped my blog.  I was so determined not to be that adoptive mom that spent a year gushing about her babies and asking for money to bring them home, only to disappear into thin air once they arrived.  Not that I judged my fellow adoptive mamas who went through similar things.  Adoption is all-consuming – especially after the plane lands.  No one can possibly fathom what their new normal will be like, let alone if they will have time to take several hours out of their week keeping the world updated on their precious new additions.

I knew it was a struggle for a lot of people to keep up their adoption blogs, but I was different.  I blogged before the adoption.  I’ve been blogging since our first year of marriage.  Blogging wasn’t just an adoption necessity for me; it’s what I did!  So, naturally, I’d be able to keep up with it after we were home.  And maybe the real failure (as I see it) isn’t that I didn’t have time to blog.  Sure there have been periods of a few months where there literally was no time or no computer.  But it’s been three years now, and there have been plenty of times in between for blogging and updating.  So why not?  Why have I not continued?

There are so many reasons, between needing to not expend unnecessary emotional energy to just not being able to face my abandoned blog that I used to pour so much of myself into, to not knowing what to say in some of our really dark days.  But I think the reason that stands out the most to me (as I sit here not being able to remember how to even log into my blog admin account) is that our life is such a roller coaster and I didn’t know how to honestly take all of you on that roller coaster with me.

Some roller coasters were less serious, like “Hey, Hope is sleeping so well now!” To… “Oh nevermind, we aren’t getting sleep anymore.”  And some were more serious, like our constant progress and regression with Jacob’s attachment and behaviors or the myriad of diets and supplements I’ve tried in attempting to manage my Hashimoto’s.  There was a time where I have been able to fit on a single sheet of paper a list of every single food I could eat, because I had restricted my diet so severely in trying to feel perfectly well.  Other months I haven’t been attempting any basic vitamin protocols or healthy eating habits because I just can’t cope with any of it anymore.

How do I explain to my readers that yes I’m on the GAPS diet, no I’m not doing that anymore, well now I’m just going to do the Whole30 again, maybe I’ll add the AIP protocol too, and oh I found some more food sensitivities… well, no I’m not even trying anymore.  It’s frustrating enough to live that reality without actually having to broadcast it.  From some recent reading, I think I’m probably not alone in this up and down autoimmunity journey.  Healing hasn’t been straightforward or simple, and when I think I’ve found the magic formula for wellness I end up being disappointed, frustrated and exhausted from the work I’ve put into it.  And so I stop trying, but the next bad wave of sickness comes and the guilt seems to push me into trying something, anything, to fix it.

The same has been true with our children.  Things get better for a while, and then they get worse.  Homeschool goes, and then it doesn’t.  Nothing in my life is consistent or even has a noticeable upward progression.  I’m sure Jacob and Hope have made progress.  I’m sure they have.  But I can’t see it.  I am told by everyone how much potential they have, and I believe it, but there’s that nagging feeling that neither of them will ever reach that potential because I can’t seem to unlock it.  How do you explain that to people?  “Oh yes, the potential is there, but it won’t amount to anything.”  Most times honesty just isn’t an option, because people won’t understand or refuse to believe it if you told them.  And trust me, I’ve tried.

Everyone will tell you that special needs parenting is isolating.  Having a chronic illness is isolating.  Being a pastor’s wife is isolating.  If there’s one thing that I apparently can do really consistently, it’s isolate myself.  My online community used to be my foundation of support, but it was draining me more than it was helping and I had to let go.  I got rid of Facebook, and I’ve been much happier.  I stopped blogging because I couldn’t handle sharing the repeated success/failure/success/failure, up and down insanity that is our life.

When Jacob and Hope came home I stopped reading “normal” family blogs.  I could not relate to my friends anymore with typical children, their joys and struggles are just as real as mine, but they became so foreign to me.  I remember once feeling the way they describe, but I knew that I’d never live that life again.  And after a while even the adoption blogs and the special needs blogs stopped being encouraging.  Our struggles don’t seem to fit into anyone else’s box.  I try looking for help on the “moms with chronic illness” corner of the web, but they don’t understand all the other pieces of our puzzle either.

In real life it’s the same.  No one gets all of our puzzle pieces.  We are the only ones who can make our life work, and it’s hard to find anyone who can even help because they don’t know how the pieces fit together.  Our life is complicated and delicate and in a constant state of flux.

Speaking of which, we are expecting again.  Baby #6 is on the way, and as excited as I am about that, the fatigue and morning sickness, not to mention my other chronic illness symptoms are a new source of guilt and frustration.  I’m back to incapacitated most days, and it’s a hard pill to swallow.  I’m watching little successes, habits and routines I’ve spent months building just slip away again.  And there isn’t anything I can do to stop it.

I don’t want to just sit here and vent, because especially lately, I’ve been able to see just how much I have.  I’ve been doing a lot less taking for granted and a lot more of being thankful for what we can do as a family.  Maybe that’s why I was able to muster the courage to write this post.  We aren’t in the dark days of transition that we were in right after the kids came home or during Hope’s hospital stays.  Things are much better now.  I am way more functional than I was just prior to receiving my diagnosis.  We have five beautiful children and one on the way, and our marriage is rock solid.  We have all the things we need and many of the things we want.

Things are well.  But well just looks so different for us, and it is fluid.  I don’t know how to convey our family’s story in a way that doesn’t make people just shake their heads and wonder why we seem to be stuck on repeat.  Perhaps I’ll figure it out and come back to my long lost blog, and writing to you delightful people, which is something I really did used to love.

Happy First Day of Summer!

Hope StandingSummer is here without a doubt, and our house is not appreciating it.  Our AC quit on us yesterday so it’s up to a whopping 82 degrees in the house.  This is good news for you because it means I’m chilling with the kids in Jake’s office while he cleans and I get to write a blog, yay!  (Yes, that all must sound very strange, so I’ll explain.  Monday is his day off and it was cleaning day today and I was doing the cleaning like any good wife probably should, but then the baby needed help getting to sleep so I am getting a break while Jake does a few things.  Isn’t he awesome?  Yes he is.)

Anyway, so I owe you a bit of a catch up post.  This last couple of weeks has been rather tough for us.  Hope got her casts off at the beginning of the month, which I was looking forward to.  I thought she’d be happier without them, oh boy was I wrong.  The super loud little saw thing they use to get the casts off was traumatizing for her in every real sense of that word.  I was in Jacob’s post-op appointment and Jake was with Hope so I didn’t see any of it, but when I saw her afterward she was a terrible mess.  Her eyes were red from crying (rarely does she cry that much) and all the color was drained from her face.  She proceeded to cry the next 45 minutes until we could get back in the van to go home.

Jake told me how terrified she had been during the appointment; when the tech was trying to get her casts off she literally sat up on the bed and starting punching him.  This is not typical behavio,r as any of you who have followed along will probably realize.  Yes, she hits herself, but she is never violent toward other people.  He told me that he had never seen her that upset, even when she was in excruciating pain when her shunt failed last year.  Wow, has it only been a year since then? It seems like way longer.  Longest year of my life… so glad it’s over… anyway I digress.

When we got her home she did not improve.  Any time we would touch her, especially her legs or feet, she would jump and start screaming and crying.  Even if I accidentally brushed her toe while I was walking by it would cause a terrible fear reaction, any kind of touch at all was scary for her.  For the first couple of days I touched and moved her as little as possible.  We just tried to use very quiet, gentle voices and reassure her but it was like she wasn’t even hearing us.  She was not present.

Diaper changes, and putting her knee immobilizers and braces on were the worst times, and still are.  Whenever I would have to do any of those things it was like she wasn’t even in the room with me anymore, she was somewhere else reliving some horrible trauma, and I was the one triggering it.  The only way I could touch her without her screaming was to pick her up and wait a minute for her to calm down.  One time I did that, and when she came back to reality and stopped crying she just got very quiet and wrapped her arms as tightly around me as she could and grabbed my hair.  It was like she was holding on for dear life.  She’s never done that before, and while I’m glad she’s looking to me for safety, it was heart wrenching to see her like that.

It’s slowly getting better.  She has always had anxiety over people going near her legs and feet, so we are sure the casts must have caused her to have a flashback from some trauma long ago.  She also had other strange symptoms, fever, diarrhea,  seizure-like episodes, lack of appetite, etc.  We ended up having to take her to the ER (where I insisted she get some good drugs so as not to traumatize her more).  Nothing showed up in the tests and the meds they gave her worked great, she was very chill the whole time and didn’t remember it the next day.

She’s slowly improving.  My Hashimoto’s flared up very badly that week and the week after.  Stress is not good for autoimmune conditions, and I was quite devestated by the whole experience myself.  Now we are two weeks out exactly and things have settled down again.  I haven’t been blogging due to that and the fact that I no longer have a computer at the house.  We are rearranging our whole house from top to bottom and the desktop has not been set up the last two weeks so I really don’t have a great way to blog.  Planning on remedying that very soon.

In other news, we are starting school for the kids next week and everyone is very excited about that.  I figure we should probably start over the summer so that when life inevitably happens during the year we have some wiggle room and can still finish up all of our weeks by the end of the year.  And as for Facebook is concerned, I don’t miss it one little bit.  I really thought I would, but I haven’t.  I am so much happier without the drama of it all and the ridiculous amount of time and energy it took from my family.  I feel way more productive now and I’m overall more content and happier with life.  I’m more present with the kids.  It’s an awesome feeling.

And that is all for me!  But I do want to say, if you are interested in checking out another Lutheran pastor’s wife who is also adopting I suggest heading over to Hannah’s Blog.  They are adopting two kiddos and they are in-country right now!  Very exciting!!  Blessings on your week ya’ll!

72 Hours After Facebook

Has it really been three days already?  I’ve hardly thought about Facebook at all today.  I had an eye appointment, the kids spent the afternoon playing in the pool while I did my favorite pastime (list making) and this evening was an early dinner and bedtime for the three worn out little ones.  I’m hoping to get some more cleaning and organizing done this evening since the day was so busy.

I am excited to keep blogging and fill in the details as I go.  I need to actually block some time off for this though, otherwise it will consume my mental narrative much like Facebook did, and it will be distracting.  I’ve noticed that my blog is already replacing some of that mental space I freed up in deleting Facebook, and I don’t want that to get out of hand or I’ll have to quit this too!  Moderation is key and I will be focusing quite intently on that as I start out.

I don’t want to try to do too much too fast.  But there are also so many things I’d like to say.  All in all I don’t think (at this point) I will ever return to having a personal Facebook profile.  It took much more than it gave, and in the end I don’t have room in my life for things like that.  I think it can be an amazing tool and I almost wish that I had found it later in life when I had a better idea of what I wanted out of my internet connections and resources.  But I am perfectly fine without it as it stands.

My dear husband has remarked to me several times today how happy I seem and how even when I do get grumpy I rebound much faster.  I’m not sure at this point if that’s just a correlation or really a direct result of my new-found freedom, but it’s certainly a great start to the journey!  I think I was expecting it to be much more difficult than this, but there is still plenty of time for me to hit some bumps in my post-Facebook road.  Perhaps the craving for that newsfeed will come back.  Stay tuned to find out I suppose!

First 48 Hours Post-Facebook

The first 48 hours without Facebook are officially over, and I am feeling great about it honestly.  I didn’t realize just how much of my mental energy was taken up by that one, virtual part of my life.  I am purging my house of a ton of clothes, toys, etc. right now and deactivating my Facebook account feels quite a lot like hauling fifteen boxes of junk out to the car and saying “So long!” It’s a breath of fresh air, a clean home, space to think and live.

My mind is free from surfing on Facebook, free from spending time on meaningless articles I found on Facebook, free from worrying about a dozen problems that aren’t even mine, free from wondering if I have new notifications, free from the drama of Facebook groups.  I’m free from all of it. And it is a totally liberating feeling.

Freedom is one word that encapsulates all of my why.  Why leave Facebook?  Freedom is why.  When I first started using Facebook it was in its infancy, before it was super cool and when you had to be in college to get an account.  I had a few friends and it was a neat concept, to be able to keep in touch with people who were far away or who might be far away a few years down the road.  Everything I posted felt “private” because most of us only had like ten friends on there anyway.

Over the years Facebook changed and Facebook habits changed along with it.  As more and more people joined and groups became connecting points, friends lists exploded.  People began sharing more than quick chats between each other and sharing other things they had found on the internet: pictures, videos, articles galore.  Advertisements came, Facebook started becoming connected to other sites, to your email and then your phone.

Before we knew it, Facebook wasn’t just a glorified virtual directory anymore – it was an institution.  It had become woven into the fabric of our very lives, intertwined with everything we did, everywhere we went, everyone we talked to.  Before I knew it, Facebook had become my main source for information on many topics.  And it was the main mode of communication I had with almost everyone outside of my immediate family unit.  Not to mention it was the catch-all for my cherished memories, pictures and videos.

I have considered dumping Facebook for years.  There are many reasons, but mostly I realized that Facebook was no longer a tool helping me – it had become the driving force in much of my daily life and routine.  But how could I leave?  Nothing could quite replace the diverse supports and services that Facebook was offering me.  And so it stayed.

But what I realized was that some things just mattered more.  When the authenticity of some of my online friendships started coming into question it became apparent that no matter what the credientials of the person or how long I had been connected to them – if I didn’t know someone in person I really didn’t know that person.  I had to figure this out more than once before it stuck.

651662177095I needed out of this virtual relationship building platform that was so unstable and unsafe.  I needed to get back to the real, incarnate, flesh and blood relationships God had given me.  (Yes I’m talking about those lovely people right there.)  I’m only two days into this change, but the healing is already beginning to happen.  For so long I said “I wish I could give up Facebook but…” And I have others saying that to me now.

My only advice is, you can. And if you wish you could but you don’t that means that Facebook is no longer a tool in your tool box, it is running the show.  And that in itself is a reason to (Elsa voices everyone!) let it go.  😉

My First Day Without Facebook

Five minutes without Facebook… I do believe my body went through some physiological reactions to deleting my account.  I felt my blood pressure elevate, a small amount of adrenaline, quick breathing.  I am ashamed to admit it really, but it was a little scary letting go of it.  I didn’t know what I was losing, but I felt like there was something.

I tried to look at my already loaded Facebook screen on my phone, it reloaded itself and showed me a screen asking me to log in instead.  It felt like a rejection of some kind, after all Facebook and I go back ten years now, as long as any friend I’ve ever kept.  And what was everyone doing?  I didn’t have people to check in on anymore or to comment on their posts or like what they said, how would they know what I thought?  And… what if someone else wanted to read my posts?  They can’t.  They’re gone now.  How strange.

I commented to Jake, “I think I’m just as lonely as I was before, but Facebook let me pretend I wasn’t.  Now I actually have to face up to that.”  He nodded.  Facing loneliness is a scary thing, escaping into social media world allowed me to immerse myself into hundreds of shallow relationships that never really allowed for truly fulfilling connections.  Perhaps now that it’s gone I can begin to build that with the few of you who are still here.  But I won’t lie.  It’s terrifying to me.

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Fifteen minutes… we go upstairs to bed.  I ask Jake if I can scroll through his Facebook newsfeed before I go to sleep.  He says no.  I (reluctantly) go to sleep.  I feel frustrated, but I suppose if that’s the worst I feel that’s a good sign.

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It has been about ten hours now and I am not really sure what to do with myself.  Usually I wake up and scroll through my Facebook feed for a few minutes while I work up the courage to face my day.  I do this before I even get out of bed!  But I have no Facebook today, so I said a prayer instead, laid there for a few minutes missing my routine, and got up.

I usually check Facebook again while the kids are eating their breakfast.  I haven’t been eating with them most mornings because of not taking my medication on time, (have to wait an hour before I eat) so I’ll just escape into Facebook while there are a few moments of quiet before the craziness starts again.  There’s none of that today, so here I am blogging instead.  I’m not sure if that constitutes progress or not.

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Fourteen hours post-Facebook.  It’s mid-morning and I have sat down a couple of times, picked up my phone to do something and then went to open my Facebook browser before remembering it wasn’t there.  I get a tinge of disappointment, and then get up to do something constructive instead of wasting twenty minutes on internet rabbit trails.  Getting more productive, this is good…

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Fifteen hours gone and I sat and nursed Kyrie.  I didn’t have anything else to do but just enjoy her.  It was really nice.  I realize how little eye contact we usually make while she’s nursing because I’m usually looking at a screen instead.  When Evie was a baby I focused on her so much more during our nursing sessions.  I need to do that more often; she is already getting so big.

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And at about sixteen hours…. HOPE JUST SAT UP ALL BY HERSELF!!! AHHH!!!  I want SO badly to post it all over the internet and I can’t!!!  I am so so so excited.  I put her toy at the end of her bed and when I turned around she was sitting up to reach it!!  I am stunned.  STUNNED.  This is a huge, amazing, wonderful milestone and Jake isn’t home and I have no one to share this with!! AHHH!!!!!

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Three hours later (we are at 19hrs now if you are still counting) I am still really wishing I could have posted Hope’s sitting up on Facebook.  She sat up for me five times and no one has heard about it yet.   It. Is. Killing. Me.  And all of the kids are saying hilarious things that would make for great little quotes on Facebook world.  So many posts to post today!  But there will be no posts.  Sigh… Just this blog post.

I have to trust that the people who really, truly care and want to know will keep up with me and our family.  I have to believe that I’m not cutting anyone off who wasn’t ok with losing that connection.  And I have to believe that even if I did unintentionally do that that this is what is best for our family, and my husband and kids have to come first.  Lots of emotions to wrestle with.

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Putting Evangeline to bed at twenty-one hours post Facebook deletion and as I went downstairs she said to me “Tootle-loo for now! And do remember me to all your friends!”  Where is Facebook when I need to post these crazy, wonderful things?!  Ahh!!  I need to start a quotes journal or computer log or something…

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Twenty-Four Hours.  Well, I made it.  One whole full day without Facebook.  I don’t really miss it.  I miss the convenience of it, but all my muscles are sore from lots of hard work.  I have been more diligent about everything, chores, prayers, mothering intentionally… it’s been a good day.  I think the thing I miss the very most is seeing what is happening with my friends.  I have this blog, but most of my friends and family don’t blog.  I want to be involved in people’s lives.  I want to keep up with everyone who has loved and supported our family.  I’ll need to pray about that.

Realistically I can’t spread myself so thin by being involved in hundreds of people’s lives, even superficially.   I need to build relationships that truly count.  I pray God gives me the wisdom of how to do that.  But today and tomorrow, and the next day I’m just going to focus on getting my own stuff together and building my family back up again.  I’m needed here most of all.

Not Shooting for the Stars

Some days you just can’t get ahead.  I’ve only written six hundred words today.   Not enough, doesn’t matter.  I’m going to bed.  Too much stress today and I feel awful.  I just need to go back to bed.  I suppose, when you’re blogging every day there is going to be a day that is just not pretty.  Today is one of those days.  It wasn’t terrible, but I’m just worn out at this point and don’t feel like doing more.

So tonight I’m not shooting for the stars… I’m just going to go lay down and hope to wake up and feel better in the morning than I did this afternoon.  I would say chronic illness is to blame, and I’m sure it has something to do with it.  But in reality, doesn’t everyone just have “one of those days”?  In case you were wondering, it wasn’t rhetorical.  Give me a shout out and let me know I’m not alone here! Ha… ok… night.  :)

Coconut Krispies Recipe

Today’s mini thought is a delicious tidbit, quite literally.  If you need a GAPS friendly Rice Krispie recipe look no further.  This is the closest thing I can find.  (If you have something more authentic I would love to hear about it!!)  So, before I share the recipe, I’ll let you in on why I created it.

Since I was diagnosed with Hashimoto’s I have been on a very strict diet.  There are so many things I just can’t eat without repercussions that sideline me for days at a time.  I am more or less used to this way of eating now, but I get cravings for certain things that I know I can’t have anymore.  One particular item I’ve been craving for weeks is Rice Krispie squares.  Mmmmm….. Rice Krispies…. they are the perfect treat.  Oooy, chewy, gooey with just a touch of crisp.  Marshmallowy, vanilla flavored goodness all in a perfect square shaped treat that you can take pretty much anywhere.  Who doesn’t love these things?!

I don’t typically crave them, but when they’re around I can’t keep my hands off of them.  And now that I know I can’t have them, suddenly it’s all I want!  A couple weeks ago I swear I ran across a recipe for GAPS approved krispie treats made with shredded coconut.  I was thrilled!  And for about a week I stored the exciting find in the back of my mind for a weekend afternoon that I could test this out.  Unfortunately, I forgot to store it in my browser and had no link.

No problemo, I thought to myself.  Google never fails me.  I searched “GAPS approved Rice Krispies” and “Paleo Rice Krispies” and “Coconut Krispies” (which turned up this gem, by the way, but not exactly what I was looking for.)  I searched so many pages of Google and I could not find my substitute rice krispie treat recipe anywhere!  I looked for days until I finally decided that I was just going to have to figure it out myself.  And I did.  And now I’m putting it here so that you don’t have to.  (And so that I don’t have to again.  Haha)

IMG_0833Coconut Krispies

Shout out to Mommypotamus for giving me the tools to create this with her GAPS Marshmallow Recipe!

Ingredients

1 Cup Water
3 Tbs Grassfed Gelatin
1 Cup Honey
Vanilla Extract
Sea Salt
4-5 Cups Shredded Coconut

Directions

Prepare a 9×3 inch baking dish by lining with parchment paper.

Seperate your water into two half cups. Pour one half in a medium sized pot and the other in a large mixing bowl.  Add your gelatin to the bowl and stir until completely mixed with the water.  In your pot add the honey, a pinch of sea salt and 1tsp of vanilla extract.  Bring to a boil.  Use a candy thermometer to make sure your honey reaches 220-240 degrees (soft ball stage).  This takes several minutes.

Once your honey mixture is at temp, transfer that to your bowl and pour in with the gelatin.  Add another half teaspoon of vanilla.  Use a hand mixer on low to combine and then increase to high speed until you reach a thick marshmallow-cream consistency.  Once there quickly fold in your shredded coconut. Use four or five cups, depending on desired consistency.  Be sure to work with all deliberate speed here so that your marshmallow doesn’t set before it gets to the pan!

Once the coconut is well mixed, pour into your baking dish and press down to get your square shape.  Allow your krispie treats to rest for a few minutes before cutting into them.  Thank the Lord for providing these new gifts and enjoy!

P.S. – If you were the one who posted the original recipe for GAPS Rice Krispies, feel free to give me a shout with your link so maybe I won’t feel so crazy! :)

Mini Thoughts

So far my sleep experiment has been a success.  I am certainly not less rested than I was before, and I seem to be feeling more energized.  Though it’s early on, so I’ll reserve judgments for now.  I am certainly being more productive than I was before!  The freedom to fall asleep at 7pm knowing I will have two or three more hours in my day to work (without kids!) is just so freeing.

And look, another blog!  Even so, don’t expect too much from me this month.  I plan on doing lots of blogging, but short and sweet blogs with one or two thoughts from the day… mini thoughts you might call them.  :)  The majority of my writing time this month will be dedicated to Nanowrimo!  I won Nano in 2010 when Evie was a baby and haven’t had a chance since then.  Right now I’ve got a great novel idea and I’m going for it.  I will post some excerpts for you soon!

I also have some great holiday recipes that I’ve been testing out and I will be sharing throughout the month.  Looking forward to having some time for my outlet again and praying that my sleep experiment continues to go well so my blogging can keep going.

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