Monday, November 9, 2009


Because we are too short, too tall, too thin, too small of foot, too old, too young, too wide, and our pelvises are too narrow, too small, too untried, or unproven or the wrong shape, and our uteruses are too scarred, or pointing the wrong way, or we are too multiparous, too fertile, too infertile, too female, too small, too big, too fat, too emotional, too detached, too strong, too weak, too intelligent, too well designed to birth, not designed well enough, and our vaginas are too scarred, too unproven, not stretchy enough or too stretchy, and we’re too inconvenient, too unpredictable, too demanding, too informed, too loud, too messy, and our bodies labour too long or not long enough, and our cervices don’t dilate 1cm an hour on command and because when you hire a surgeon you get surgery and hospitals are for sick people… and so for these and many other reasons, we are part of the homebirth movement.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

I HEART WORDS. Word bring me joy. Words are alive

A few words that inspired me this week:

It's possible to forget how alive we really are.We can become dry and tired, just existing, instead of really living.We need to remind ourselves of the juice of life, and make that a habit.Find those places inside that jump for joy,
and do things.~Anonymous

You've got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on. ~Ray Bradbury

Jump into the middle of things, get your hands dirty,fall flat on your face, and then reach for the stars.
~Ben Stein

"and God says "I will Never leave thee or forsake thee"

Look, I really don't want to wax philosophic, but I will say thatif you're alive, you got to flap your arms and legs,you got to jump around a lot,you got to make a lot of noise, becauselife is the very opposite of death.And therefore, as I see it, if you're quiet, you're not living.You've got to be noisy, or at least your thoughts should be noisy and colorful and lively.
~ Mel Brooks

Friday, October 2, 2009


Tomatoes sliced and diced-about 15...+ I added some sliced Pear Tomatoes in with it
Cilantro chopped-about 1 "bunch"
lime and lemon juice - about 2 tablespoons each
Red Onion (the secret love of my life!) - 1 whole onion chopped up small
3 cloves garlic
1 tsp sea salt
pinch of thyme (optional)
1 tsp brown rice syrup (or you can use sugar)
black beans

chop, slice, dump, mix and let sit in fridge (if you can wait!!) overnight.

HOME MADE TORTILLA CHIPS to go with the salsa:

cut up corn tortilla wraps with a knife or pizza cutter into 6 or 8 wedges
dump salt and sprinkle with lime juice
Bake 350 for 20 minutes, checking often

oooo yea, I'm hungry now! :)


I got this GRANOLA recipe from a friend in my Home School Support Group and added some stuff to it for my family and thought since it was sooo easy and yummy, that I would share. :)


Mix together this...

5 Cups Oatmeal
1 Tsp. cinnamon

Beat together this...

1/2 Cup Organic Honey
1/2 Cup Organic Olive Oil

Combine above on a baking sheet and bake at 300 degrees for 25-30 minutes, shuffling around every now and again.

I added flax seeds, sliced almonds and cranberries to the mix. It turned out GREAT!!!

You could also add some hemp seeds or any other nuts to make it even more nutritious and delicious!

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Poem to share - Babies don't keep

by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

Song for a Fifth Child.
Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,

Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo
The shopping's not done
and there's nothing for stew
And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Just a little giggle...

We've done a little camping this summer, much less than I've desired. Besides the rain, hard ground and baby feet ending up in my nose holes and my ribs being cracked by 6 year old elbows, we enjoyed our camping days.

And a little funny story which kind of sums up how people can view a camp, let alone life!

Boudreaux and Thibodeaux went camping in the desert. After they got their tent all set up, both men fell sound asleep.

Some hours later, Thibodeaux woke Boudreaux and said, "Ma sha, look towards da sky, what you see?"

Boudreaux replied, "I see millions of stars."

"What dat tell you?" asked Thibodeaux.

Boudreaux pondered for a minute then said: "Astronomically speaking, it tells me there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets.

Astrologically, it tells me that Saturn is in Leo.

Time wise, it appears to be approximately a quarter past three in the morning.

Theologically, mother nature is all-powerful and we are small and insignificant.

Meteorologically, it seems we will have a beautiful day tomorrow.

What's it tell you, Thibodeaux?"

Thibodeaux says: "Boudreaux, you dumber than cow poop. It mean somebody done stole da tent!

Alternative celebrity mama in the news...and I am so excited!

I am just really excited to see this. Remember the show Blossom from the 90's??

Well, she is an alternative parenting representative (not in the business way, just she is REPRESENTIN! -I left the G off on purpose for the full effect LOL!)

You can check it out here - (just click "here")

She is "representin" by choosing an unconventional way to parent. By this I mean No vaccinations, home birthing, co-sleeping, breastfeeding and EC'ing.

I am so excited!


...gave birth to my first slice of blue-eyed humanity:

6:05pm to be exact. Nothing to dull the pain and nothing to inhibit the pleasure.

No words can I express to relay how much that day and his life continues to bless me.

Much love to you baby boy.

Sunday, August 2, 2009


"Hey, I think you should head our way, mama is in labor and has been doing this since 3am", says papa

"okay, is your midwife there yet?"

"Nope, not yet but on her way" says Papa

"Okay, I'm heading out."

"Hey, this is different than the trial run, she has had some blood and been at it all night" says Papa

"Okay, on my way"

This really is a great morning for a birth, I think as I am driving from my home to see the most beautiful lady I know give birth. The sun is shining but it is 6am and is a little chilly. Keeping the window down to give me some cool air perspective, yes indeed, what a great morning for a birth-I still see the moon hiding amongst the clouds and while the sun is peaking through, letting us know it's greatness.

I hear her before I see her. I peek through the window by the door and see know one and hear her again. She is near completion, I think. I take a deep breath of the morning air and let myself in. Drop my bag and follow the guttural, primal moan to the bedroom.

I see her, bent over the birth ball and take in the scene, slowly, quickly, surreal. Baby niece laying by her legs, had been stroking her hair I am told. Sweat soaked hair, birth rags and protective coverings abroad, women trusting in birth and encouragement, Papa coaching, midwife assistant taking notes, baby girl sister playing and in another room, outside the birthing room, trusting birth as well. Dark window coverings, lights low, dark purple wall paint, flashlight gleaming.

Papa giving encouragement and love, in awe, in love, in attendance.

I stand in awe, not sure where I fit, where this woman would have me. I smell the most magnificant smell that is eminent birth. I could bottle it, I am thinking.

I look with eyes wide at birth assistant, we make eye contact, she says "she's complete"

I know it. I feel it. She is complete. Complete in the birth sense and in the family sense as well. She knows what is happening, trying to stop it, trying to make it happen, trying to bring life. Stuck between logical brain and primal brain. Trying to be in control. Trying to lose herself to the pain, the greatness, to birth.

She says that she wants to move, change positions from the birth ball, to another area, another fresh deep breath, another way. She moves to the bed and lays flat on her back. Not a position that I would recommend but she knows what is right, what is real, what is needed for her and her baby. I jump on the head side of the bed, knowing she doesn't fully know who is holding her hand, who is holding her leg, that I am even here. Who Cares? She is giving birth.

She says she can't, says she can, knows she can, knows it hurts. I tell her that her body is working hard to release this baby, she doesn't hear me, I think. It doesn't matter. She is in her zone, her own time, her own release.

Baby is bulging, she wants release, breathe the baby out she is told, I can't, I can, I am strong, I am weak, someone take this pain from me, grab this baby and run, I can't do it anymore, I am not strong, I am the strongest on the planet, Papa says I love you and you are doing it, I am so proud of you, darkness, shades of blue and gray and light from the flashlight, praises to the King, prayers to the One, you are the only one, she hears it, doesn't hear it, accepts it and pushes, as the rushes come over her, she is brave, she is strong, she is out of control, in control, she does it...she pushes with the rush.

Baby boy has curly black hair descended, we all praise her, baby sister girl climbs up with her and cries, with her, doesn't want to see Mama in pain, doesn't understand, understands, doesn't care, doesn't fear, goes on about her business being barely 3 years old. Beautiful sister. Riding her horse and listening to "Every Little Thing, Gonna Be Alright" on Noggin.

Mama calms, rests, looks around, can I push now?, not yet,, take it easy, it burns!, not yet, just breathe him out, we see his hair, tears, tears, Grandma wanting to get her hands in there, wanting to stop the pain, wanting to see the grandbaby, wanting to help, she doesn't, she waits, like the rest of us, midwife twists and turns and grabs and pulls, and gently releases the cord, twice twisted around baby boys' neck, his life line still pulsing, still giving him life, thank you Jesus, it works, it always works, gentle hands and prayerful hearts also descend, just as the baby does. Grandma and I seeking each other's eyes. We catch, we hold. We tell Mama not to push in gentle voices, not to frighten but to let her understand the need. She does. She holds strong. Her body comprehends. Grandma's hands are itching to get in there, she tells me later, which I already could see on my own, anything to the get the throat untangled, the midwife had it, was competant, knowledgable and prayerful.

Thank you sweet Jesus, your timing is right on! Mama is surrounded by Papa, midwife, midwife assistant, daughter of age 3 jumping/loving/being 3/trusting/caring/beautiful, doula in awe/silent/thankful, grandma (mama's mama), sister/best friend, baby niece, parents, believers in Christ, believers of Mama's body, believer's of birth, trusters, caregivers, people only wanting the best, advocates but not knowing we are so, trusters, lovers.

Papa jumps in, grabbing baby boy under the pits, half of his body out, head and neck released, lower body released, legs and perfect toes released and pulls him gently into the world and onto Mama's body. Mama's inherent, ultimate, perfect body, ready for all the world, empowered quivering, in awe, in love, in relief.

She cries. We cry. Papa rejoices in his own way. He is radiant and loud and glorious. He exclaims that "Baby, I just grabbed my son, in his own home, in the home he will grow up in, in the home he will school in, in the home that we will raise him in, right here!"

Grandma eases back, thanking the Lord, blessing the baby and daughter now Mama twice again, takes a breath and let's the tears flow. Thank you Jesus. As always you are near, here, amidst the pain and amidst the love.

Mama smiles and then glances on baby boy, crying, wanting to eat, not sure of what is going on but knows he likes it.

We watch his body turn from blue to pink to red to tan as he gets his last pumps of oxygen, his formost, respectful, needed, rightful inheritance. His last rush from the placenta. Now time for it to depart. Jokes go about diggin holes, burying placenta, not really jokes but aspirations, as they know that this organ, job has been fulfilled is ready to nourish the land, the garden, the apple tree. Who knows, maybe a blueberry bush for each child?

Papa knows the fold. He knows the drill. He knows what is right, what his wife wishes, what he wishes. Everybody out! Now! We will call you in as needed. We need this time to bond, to love, to embrace this new boy into our family, our life, our dymanic.

Midwife exclaims that nursing is priority but smiles at me at the kitchen table where Grandma has provided sandwiches and tater tots, none of us really hungry but eating anyway, a way to numb the senses, to keep our mouths full instead of screaming at the top of our lungs that THIS IS HOW BIRTH IS, HOW IT SHOULD BE!! and how in awe of this mama and family for accepting that, knowing that baby boy will nurse soon, when ready, when Mama is ready, and he does, right, delightfully, hungrily, needed.

Tea, alfalfa tincture, vitamin K, iron, toast with butter and honey, replenishing, smiling on Mama and baby, big sister 3 years old pretending to be a dog named Pongo, eating eggs and ham on English Muffins, the world turns, yet stops but only for the moment. Forever for us. The secret is told, proudly, abundantly, knowingly, rightfully.

Arnica, tearing, blood-but not active, Staphysagria, happy Mama, Ecstatic Papa, giddy Grandma, calling the family, the friends, the secret is out. Mama gave birth, in her bed, by herself, raged against the birthing machine, swam against the current, polished the wrong way on the grain, told you so, you non-believers, the not willing to see, the uneducated. I did it! I gave birth to a baby, in my bed, I am proud, we all are proud, we boil herbs, soothing tintures to add to bath, to smell lovely in an already awesome smelling bedroom, to soothe the swollen, 8 lbs 6oz, healthy tan baby with an apgar of 9 at 1 minute, 10 at 5 minutes. Papa doesn't know what to say, I love you and I am sooooo proud of you, 100 times, over and over, the moment is so complete, so real, so ready, so natural, so Godly.

Baby sister, 3 years old barely, says "Papa, he is handsome just like you" and kisses Papa. What completeness. What an experience. She doesn't know she is going against society but knows it is right, complete, baby brother, 3 years senior, but is 100 years ahead of society. Knows nothing of incomplete episiotomies, nothing of the cesarean rate of 35%, nothing of pitocin and rushed, vacationed births, nothing of Mama not holding baby for 2 hours or five days, nothing of breastfeeding, it doesn't occur to her that this is not the norm, she is concerned about penis, knows she doesn't have that but confident that it will grow. Laughter comes from us, innocent is truly innocent. Love is truly Love, God is truly God!

This family is not what society would exclaim to be radicals, advocates, ole hippies, ones to go against the grain, but complete, whole, trusting birth, getting what they want and knowing what they get. They are ecstatic, loving, real, normal, happy, trusting birth, feeling what they know as love, is love, feeling what they know. This family, I hope, is shouting from the rooftops that birth is normal, is love, is trust, is God, creation, that rare is mammal that needs intervention, that the birth machine is simply that, a machine. This family now knows love, unfiltered, uninhibited, unreal, unheard of, and will make it heard.

Thank you for sharing your birth, I am forever grateful, in love and inspired. No words can I express for allowing me to be a part of this undying, selfless birth and love.

Shine on, my friends!

Friends, I thankfully and humbly bow to you for allowing me to be a part of this experience. We all learn something, mainly that God is in control, never-the-less that birth is a rite of passage, not something that needs intervention. Your babies thank you and trust you and you are loved!


Last night I couldn't sleep. I just couldn't stop the ole brain from cranking. I was thinking about delicious babies being born in mama's bed (my last client was a home birth), I was daydreaming about paint colors for my bedroom walls and organization in my home-yes, that was a true daydream-hee hee, I was thinking about the moon and the stars and how they are the same no matter where on earth you are viewing them.

I was thinking about how this baby boy lying next to me, sleeping so soundly, was going to have a birthday in another month and some change and will be turning 7 years old. How his eyes seem so beautiful, even when closed. How is hair in perfect locks of nutmeg brown are growing down in spirals, long and soft and the little fine baby hairs on his ears and in between his eyes are diminishing. He is growing up.

So I got up and decided against all of the odds to write his home school curriculum in a spiral notebook and really take a look at what our year beholds. I don't put them in pen, as it always changes but wanted to see what we are working with. Since we school during the summer months as well, I am not sure what grade he really is in. Some K stuff but according to our state and his age, probably 1st grade. He learns something every day, every minute, every second. He blows me away with his words. He whispers prayers at bedtime that crack me up and then make me look at my own heart. His is honest and pure and really expecting God to answer him, no doubt. I teach him, life teaches him, his brothers teach him, my friends teach him, books teach him, toys teach him, his imagination teaches him but oooooooh how he teaches me!

He teaches me to slow down, he teaches me to speed up, humility, softness, hardness, faithfulness, patience, fun, dancing, singing, drumming, guitar playing, painting, how to look and marvel at bugs, how to eat certain parts of plants, how to dream how to play and pretend. How to be true, not worrying about bills or friendships or love.
So, the curriculum I choose seems shallow to say the least as life teaches us so much that cannot be bought or chosen or perfect.

Here is my attempt to give him an education but his is greater than mine
STEWARDSHIP: Various outings and gatherings to help people in need, food banks and vegetable storage and sharing and too much to list...this boys a "giver" for sure

The Nature Hour blog
Anna Comstock Handbook of Nature Study
our own nature study
Nature Journaling (walks, books, camping, etc)
Poster Picture Study ( I got some really awesome vintage posters of nature and on the back is some really great info, for instance the life of a grasshopper and what one eats, how it lives etc...-then he draws a picture of it in his Nature Journal and shares a sentence or 2 about what he's learned)
My Father's World curriculum

Christian Light Math
Cuisenare Rods and activity book

Explode the Code
My Father's World curriculum
Phonics Pathways
Queen's Language Lessons for Little Ones-I SUPA LOVE THIS ONE!!
Queen's Copy Work

My Father's World curriculum
Our Father's World 1st Grade
Apologia Kids Explore Creation Zoology 1
Tons of Library books
History for Little Pilgrims
The Pioneer Sampler

My First Study Bible
Sing the Word from A-Z
Wee Sing Bible songs and stories

Queens Homeschool supply (can you see a pattern here? I love Queens!!!) blog
Geography Songs: Sing Around the World
Leapfrog World Map Fun Facts

These are just the ones I recall. We visit the library weekly and he helps me cook, make tinctures, rose beads and tell stories. He helps me with chores and harvesting from our gardens. He learns most things, as we all do, during life.
Waking up with mom at his side even seems to teach him something about family and love. We dress up, go camping, read books, play games, do puzzles, take naps (occasionally!), go to Royal Rangers (like boy scouts at church), fish, watch the stars, take rides, make jokes, pray, just life...really, and I have faith he is learning all the while.

We talk about birth and babies and nursing and nurturing (placentas and perineums are no strangers at the dinner table!!) We have many many gatherings and our house is usually filled with friends and their children. We have parties and visitors and music most days. He has grown to love live music (like mama and pappa) and he sees everyday melt downs and joys and hardships and victories. I try to keep nothing from him. I am geared up for the new school year and hope that I have the courage to turn him in to the state as a student-hee hee-I will- but haven given thought to keeping him a secret..hee hee again!

Pray for us if you will and know that in all things, we give glory to God. When we forget, may we have a reminder. When we fail, let HIM lift us up and dust us off. Our lives are so filled with ups and downs (all of us, right?) but my prayer is to get the knee pads on and give it to the ONE that can fix it. Nothing is perfect, especially when trying to teach our children so know that this is just a trial run, most learning will come as the year unfolds.
One love!

Saturday, July 18, 2009


I am organizationally challenged. I admit that willingly and freely. I do, however, have my birth bag packed and awaiting the "deliciousness" that is about to be born. In his own time. Nuff said.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Humbling poke in the heart and book review

Anyone that knows me probably knows also that the Lord has put on my heart this passed year that what He would have me teach to my children (homeschooling and otherwise) is the art of being a good steward. Not only a good steward to His earth and all of His creations, but being good stewards to His people. I will have another post on this soon, it's a doozy, but this post is really working it's way into a Book Review :)

ANYWAY, I am trying this morning to explain to my boys that people are people and God created them, knew them before they were born, as they were being knitted in the womb of a mother, just as He did for me when I was growing them inside of me.

No matter the circumstances of their lives and how they have unfolded their decisions (whether good or bad) and what lay before them, they are still God's people. His creations. AND He has called us to take care of them. Every one of them. We are expected to reach out to them. The terms are clear. Simple.

How we treat others-no matter their financial situation, their clothing type, their craziness, how much they get on our nerves-will determine whether we hear "whatever you did for one of the least of did for Me" (Matthew 25:40) or "whatever you did not do for one of the least of did not do for Me" (Matthew 25:45)

As my comfortable life seems to be crumbling all around me, I feel the urgency to teach my children this. Seems to be really HIGH on my list of things they need to learn in this life. Now. But in order for them to learn these things, they must be taught, and their teacher (ME!) needs to give them clear examples of how to do this. I feel myself wallowing in guilt and self pity at this realization. Am I doing what needs to be done, by reaching out to others, in order to please the Lord and teach my sons? Umm, not like I should be. Humbling, for sure.

My beloved friend Ronda gave me the book entitled Under the Overpass A Journey of Faith on the Streets of America by Mike Yankoski.

I read this book last year and I recommend it to all. I dug it out of the bottom of the book basket in order to give myself the pep that was originally supposed to be given to my babies. Oh, how we learn....

A few parts of the book that stood out to me are:

"The Bible clearly says, if you see someone hungry, feed them; if you see someone naked, clothe them. Those words weren't written for us to make books and sermons about. They're written so people don't go hungry and naked. And they require action from all followers of Christ, not just the rescue missions."


Remember what Paul said in Philippians? "I have learned what it means to be content in all circumstances, whether with everything or with nothing" (Phil 4:11-12)

The author of this book said "What if I stepped out of my comfortable life with nothing but God and put my faith to test alongside of those who live with nothing every day?"

And he did it. That is what the book is about. I'm so encouraged by re-reading these parts.

NOW, this paragraph really slapped me good:

"If we are the body of Christ-and Christ came not for the healthy but the sick-we need to be fully present in the places where people are most broken. And it has to be more than just financial presence. That helps, of course. But too often money is insulation-it conveniently keeps us from ever having to come face-to-face with a man or woman whose life is in tatters."

and back to James:

"Maybe the reason so many people, Christians included, are so discontent is that we hold too elevated an idea of comfort, too grandiose a notion of pleasure. That sets us up to get frustrated by every passing circumstance. We can end up focusing more on our circumstances than on the One who ordains them"

Wow again.

So, I have some work to do, don't I? Don't we? I have faith. I need to live my faith.

True faith is visible.

Thursday, May 14, 2009


I am almost at my year mark for being Shampoo and Conditioner FREE. Tomorrow is the anniversary. I started on this trek one year ago and haven't looked back since.

It started when I notice that my sons' hair never got greasy. NEVER. It got plenty dirty (you know boys: sand, ashes from the fire pit and gum falling out of their mouths while sleeping, but that's another day's post). I didn't use shampoo on their heads (even though I did on my own hair during this revelation). I just used the soap (home made by mama) to lather up and rinse their hair and that was it. No real reason, I just did it that way. I am more particular with my boys than with myself (mother love, I guess). My hair however, seemed to need washing every day to not feel or look greasy (now I know it was chemical build up from shampoo).

I did some research and found out that many forms of illnesses can come from the chemicals that in shampoo (Alzheimers, Parkinsons etc...). Darn. Reading along, I find out that our hair actually is better managed, chemical free, and CHEAP to maintain in its natural state.

Who came up with Shampoo and conditioner anyway? What did people do before shampoo came into the mainstream? Was their hair always greasy after not washing for a day? What about the natural state of hair makes it greasy after not washing for a day or 2? Why is this? How could this be? What year did shampoo and conditioner come into play and why? Money? Dependence upon a product? These were questions that I was asking myself.

Hmmm...can I do this?

Well, the end result after a month was hair that looked like...hmmm, how do I say this? that hadn't been washed for a month. I wore ponytails and tried to keep the greasy look hidden...hee hee

BUT...big but...

After that month of transition, it was back to its original state of chemistry from birth. Amazing. Getting that build up out of my hair and not having to wash it daily to keep the "grease" look at bay was really worth that first month.

You want to try it, you say? I have fairly long hair, so I use a few tablespoons of baking soda in a cup of water. Just swoosh around and scrub in my hair. Let sit for a few minutes and rinse. Then I take the vinegar, about a 1/2 cup and add cool water in a cup and pour over my hair. I let it sit while taking care of the bathing issues and then rinse with warm and then cold water. Voila! Done.

You can adjust the amount of baking soda and vinegar for your hair length. It may take a few tries to get it perfect but in no time, you will have the perfect amount down pat.

I take a bath instead of a shower and the benefits to my skin from the baking soda and vinegar are awesome as well! I hate to think of what the shampoo and conditioner was doing to my skin all along. Plus, you know that what you put on your skin gets into your blood stream, so in all reality, it should be stuff that is edible, right?

I just keep the box of baking soda and the Apple Cider Vinegar, along with a big cup, right on the edge of my tub.

The baking soda is 89 cents at the food store and the vinegar is around 4.00. They last over a month.

ALSO...the baking soda and vinegar keep my drain AND my tub cleaner than you can imagine! Wow, talk about "green cleaning"! :)

You can do some really cool things once you get can add some herbs to your vinegar to get cleaning and coloring results. For instance, for a darker shade, you can add sage or rosemary. For a lighter shade, you can add marigolds or calendula. Very subtle, not dramatic, so don't be alarmed!

I take a mason jar full of vinegar and add sage leaves and lavendar (gotta love the lavender!) and let it soak for 4 weeks. I strain and put into pretty jars and bottles for myself and for my friends for Christmas presents. I have friends with dreads, as well as sons with dreads, and this particular infusion is awesome for cleaning dreadlocks. It is anti-bacterial and that's clean...

Long story short, I love being POO-FREE and have all intentions of staying this way...I can only eliminate things in my life that are harmful, one day at a time. This is just one way that I chose get rid of the ever-invading chemicals in our home...

Leave a comment at the end of this post if you are POO-FREE or considering it. I would love the feed back.
If I haven't answered any questions, please leave a comment and remind me...much love!

Friday, March 27, 2009

Reusing plastic greens containers

My household goes through about 3 of these containers a week. These plastic lovelies originally hold organic baby spinach, romaine and spring mix. I couldn't help cringing at the thought of throwing them away (times 3!) every week, so I started using them in various places throughout my house. They wash up awesome in the sink (don't try the dishwasher, they melt-yikes) and they actually hold up great through a lot of wear and tear.

If you are looking for something to do with the plastic containers holding your greens besides recycling (or trying to extend their life-use before recycling-which we know energy and resources are used by recycling), then try these ideas to start REUSING them. They have worked extremely well for holding a multitude of things in my home-they have lids! Some things that have taken our greens' tubs to a new level are...

holders for:

~crayons, markers, chalk, paints
~hair clips and twisties
~rubber bands and kitchen gadgets
~tiny toys that the baby should not have near his mouth-hee hee-but 6 yr old can not imagine getting rid of
~envelopes and stamps
~extra pens and pencils
~spare change (if there is any)

Besides teaching our little ones to not waste and to reuse, what types of things would you be able to use them for?

Avacodo Ice Cream

so here is the recipe-believe me, it sounds strange but is soooooo yummy:

1 cup frozen banana slices
1 medium avocado ripe, diced
1/2 to 1 cup of organic yogurt...

chop bananas into small pieces in a food processor (I used a blender because I don't have a fancy food processor-hee hee)

add avocado. add yogurt (reverse if using the blender: yogurt, avocado, bananas)

Puree until creamy.

Serve immediately, or freeze in individual size containers for later.

NO JOKE-it's yummy!

Also, another cool thing to do is put it into ice trays with a stick and serve it frozen as Popsicles! (no sugar added)

The way to freeze bananas is to slice them and lay them flat onto a plate and freeze a few hours. Then put them into a baggie for later smoothies and juices.

Thursday, March 12, 2009


I just read a post on an awesome blog...see it HERE...and thought it appropriate to share on my blog. Education confirms that decisions are based on knowledge, not policy...

If you give a Woman an epidural...

You all know the book "When You Give a Mouse a Cookie"? Well, here we go....

If you give a woman an epidural, she'll need a big bag of lactated ringers to go with it, the lactated ringers will keep her blood pressure from plummeting when she gets her epidural, but it will also swell her tissue with excess fluid so her legs and breasts will swell and she'll be shedding water weight for days if not weeks. The fluid in her breasts will make it hard for the baby to latch on at first, so the nurses will think the baby's not able to nurse and they'll recommend some formula, just until the nursing goes better, this will probably make mom feel insecure and crappy about her mothering skills and it could interfere with bonding.

After the epidural's in, she'll probably need a catheter because she won't be moving around much anymore, and hey! she can't feel anything below her belly button anyway! If she gets the catheter, she might get a urinary tract infection to go with it.

Once she gets the epidural and the catheter, even with the extra fluid, her blood pressure might drop anyway in response to the medication she's getting, she might get some epinephrine which has the following common side effects:

Anxiety; difficulty sleeping; dizziness; fearfulness; headache; nausea; nervousness; paleness; sweating; tremors; vomiting; weakness.

If she's unlucky she might even experience these side effects:

Severe allergic reactions (rash; hives; itching; difficulty breathing; tightness in the chest; swelling of the mouth, face, lips, or tongue); fast heartbeat; irregular heartbeat; wheezing.

If she gets the fluid, the epidural, the catheter, and the epinephrine, the baby might not respond very well, so the doctor will want to know what the baby's heart rate looks like all the time, and the doctor will also want to see whether mom's contractions are strong enough to dilate her cervix, so an electronic fetal scalp electrode will be screwed into the baby's head, and another special catheter, one that measures the strength of the contractions, will be pushed up inside mom's uterus. Of course, to do this, the bag of waters would have to be broken, so that the catheter can go in. Once the bag of waters is broken, the doctor will be paying close attention to the time, because doctors don't like women to walk around with a ruptured amniotic sack for much longer than a day, even if the mom and baby need longer to birth.

When she gets her fetal scalp electrode and the intrauterine pressure catheter is in place, the contractions might not look very strong on paper, so the nurse or doctor will do some cervical exams, to see how things are going. Lots of people, from the nurse, to the doctor, to the resident, to the medical student might put their fingers up inside of mom's vagina, so they can get a better idea of what's going on. But it's no big deal how many people put their hands up there, because remember, mom can't feel it! If they put their fingers up there over and over again, mom might get sick. She might get a fever, she might even get a fever in response to the epidural! But the doctors won't know exactly what's causing it, so they'll just give her a full spectrum anti-biotic to cover everything.

And if they give her a bunch of anti-biotics over the course of labor, she might get a yeast infection to go with it! If she gets a yeast infection she might give the infection to her baby too, then the baby would have thrush, which could cause more breastfeeding problems.

Once she's got the fluid, epidural, iupc, fse, the catheter, the cervical exams, and the anti-biotics, her contractions might poop out altogether, so she'll get some pitocin. The pitocin will blast her body into labor, making her contract harder and harder, faster and faster, but it won't cross the blood-brain barrier like natural oxytocin does, which is what triggers our bodies to create nature's pain killers: endorphins, so the contractions will be excruciating and very difficult to work with.

And if the contractions are very difficult to work with....

chances are.....

She'll want an epidural!

Friday, January 30, 2009


Adding to my list of 1000 gifts:

The Christmas Moon

Amaryllis-BLOOMING IN THE DEAD OF WINTER-helps relieve the "spring fever" that may arise in January

Thursday, January 8, 2009


Ronda at LOVE IS KIND visited a few weeks ago and helped us do an art project-Mosaics. This was a typical learning experience for us all. First, don't taste the batter...

Don't use self-rising flour and make sure you mix it well...

Other than that, it is an easy project for any age (except if your little one wants to eat the beans instead of decorate with them-smile!) and the end result is beautiful and can be hung on the wall after completed for a beautiful show piece.

The recipe goes like this:

1/3 cup flour
1/3 cup salt
1/3 cup water
foam plate
assorted dried beans

Mix and knead all of the ingredients except the beans. Smooth and roll "clay" into a ball and flatten onto the foam plate. Then decorate with black beans, red beans, lentils, dried peas or whatever else you can think of. Make a design or let the little artist just do an abstract of whatever his little heart desires.

Then let dry for a few days.

Don't forget to take a little pin or tooth pick and make a hole near the top if you plan on displaying it on the wall. If any beans pop out, just use some glue to replace them while it continues to dry for a few days.

teaching tradition

I know I am a little late on this post but just got me picture upload working again-
This year we celebrated Advent. What a nice way to anticipate Jesus birth. If you are interested in
celebrating Advent next Christmas season, there are tons of ways to fall in line. Just google Advent if you are unsure the meaning and celebration of the coming of our Savior

This is how our family did it:

Starting 4 Sundays before Christmas

Day one-HOPE light a purple candle and read scripture from Isaiah 60:2-3 and pray
Day two-PEACE light 1st purple candle, then another purple candle and read Mark 1:4 and pray
Day three-JOY light 1 & 2 purple candles and also 3rd purple candle. Read Isaiah 35 and pray
Day four-LOVE light 3 purple and one yellow or rose candle. Read Isaiah 9:6-7 and pray
Day5 or Christmas Eve: Light all previous candles and ONE white (or green) one. Read Luke 1:68 and Luke 2:1-20

1, 000+ gifts update ATTITUED GRATITUDE

Today is the 3rd full day that Zaccai has used the potty. Woo Hoo. 22 months old and already showing us his independence. I am so proud of this little guy, saying his ABC's with his brother and learning letters while I home school Zarian. Even his dreads are catching up...LOL

The soon-to-be absence of diapers
Potty seats
New first words
songs hummed while guitar is strummed
The awe-inspiring world view of a toddler
Unspoken words through his new language of signing