Sunday: Crockpot Smothered Pork Chops
Monday: Swt Tater Ckn
Tuesday: Crock Italian Lentil Stew
Wednesday: Lumberjack Hash
Thursday: BEP Casserole
Friday: Ckn Enchiladas
Saturday: Pork/Cabbage/Onion
As always, subject to revision.
Monday, April 9, 2012
Monday, April 2, 2012
Menu Plan Monday
Sunday: Grandma's Meatloaf
Monday: Navajo Fry Bread
Tuesday: Veggie Soup
Wednesday: Crock Rotisserie Ckn
Thursday: Pancakes
Friday: Cajun Skillet Ckn
Saturday: Fish Tacos
As always, subject to life.
Monday: Navajo Fry Bread
Tuesday: Veggie Soup
Wednesday: Crock Rotisserie Ckn
Thursday: Pancakes
Friday: Cajun Skillet Ckn
Saturday: Fish Tacos
As always, subject to life.
Friday, March 30, 2012
The Song That Never Ends
I'm considering deleting this blog. Comment if you actually read it (when I manage to post something).
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Balancing Motherhood
Motherhood is a balancing act. Balancing the needs of various family members. Balancing the needs of the house, hearth, and home. Balancing the needs of the bank account. It's like balancing spinning plates.
It feels like my spinning plates are careening out of control for a moment. *lol*
I started pumping for the first time in six months this week. I cannot aptly express the anxiety that melted away when I saw that liquid gold dripping into the storage bag. I had stopped pumping because I didn't have a need for milk wasting away in the freezer (I threw out almost 30-ounces of six-month old dairy-laden breastmilk earlier this month); but now I have a need again and, gratefully, I am able to still pump.
It's interesting to observe differences between my milk back in August (with a four month old) and my milk now (with a 10 month old). It takes a little longer for it to start dripping into the storage bag. There is no obvious foremilk. I still get less with the pump from the same side I have always gotten less with (even with the first child). And I'm getting less milk overall than I was in August. But, while we rely heavily upon my breastmilk, it is no longer the only nutrition received so I'm not spazzing about only pumping one or two ounces at a time.
We will likely rely heavily upon my breastmilk until he is at least two years old. He has an issue with dairy. I have an issue with soy, almonds and coconuts that I would prefer not to introduce him to prior to more effective communication. So we'll be providing breastmilk for at least two years.
It's just another plate to spin into balance--and it's looking like a good balance at the moment! Now to work out the other wobbling plates. ;)
It feels like my spinning plates are careening out of control for a moment. *lol*
I started pumping for the first time in six months this week. I cannot aptly express the anxiety that melted away when I saw that liquid gold dripping into the storage bag. I had stopped pumping because I didn't have a need for milk wasting away in the freezer (I threw out almost 30-ounces of six-month old dairy-laden breastmilk earlier this month); but now I have a need again and, gratefully, I am able to still pump.
It's interesting to observe differences between my milk back in August (with a four month old) and my milk now (with a 10 month old). It takes a little longer for it to start dripping into the storage bag. There is no obvious foremilk. I still get less with the pump from the same side I have always gotten less with (even with the first child). And I'm getting less milk overall than I was in August. But, while we rely heavily upon my breastmilk, it is no longer the only nutrition received so I'm not spazzing about only pumping one or two ounces at a time.
We will likely rely heavily upon my breastmilk until he is at least two years old. He has an issue with dairy. I have an issue with soy, almonds and coconuts that I would prefer not to introduce him to prior to more effective communication. So we'll be providing breastmilk for at least two years.
It's just another plate to spin into balance--and it's looking like a good balance at the moment! Now to work out the other wobbling plates. ;)
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Do As I Say
How do you address others?
As adults we tend to be on first name basis with many of the people we interact with, but were you as a child or youth? Did you grow up addressing the adults in your life by titles? Mr. Storey? Uncle Tom? Sister Bailey?
I'm not sure why exactly, but somewhere around age 10 or so I started addressing the adults in my life by their first name. Perhaps because my mom did? Likely because I'm uber-casual about pretty much everything? ...well, Mr. Storey was still Mr. Storey--I continued addressing my public school teachers as Mr., Mrs., and Ms. But those adults that our family interacted with somewhat regularly I started addressing by their first name. My cousins addressed my mother as Aunt even when they were in college, while I had been addressing their parents by first names since before we migrated south. At church, rather than addressing family friends as Brother Winn or Sister Steele I was addressing them by their first names as well.
This has been a point of recent reflection for me. As an adult I have mixed reactions to being addressed as Sister or Mrs. or just by my first name. Especially with the various levels of Southern Hospitality in our area. My jury is still out on my own personal preference.
When we first started in Cub Scouts I was impacted by how a friend (an Assistant Cubmaster) prompted the boys to address the adults as Mr., Mrs., Ms. These few short years later--after leaving that Pack, Lone Cubscouting, and then joining a Pack closer to home--I find myself following her example. (She sets a remarkable example within many aspects of life and living, but that's another tangent). I usually address our adults by Mr., Mrs., etc. Sometimes I slip, especially with those that I communicate with beyond scouting, but overall I make an effort to more formally address our adults.
Even when they encourage first names.
If it's a conversation occurring in the vicinity of the cubs, I'm making an effort to address them properly. Because I'm recognizing the power of that example.
They do as we do. And they say as we say.
As adults we tend to be on first name basis with many of the people we interact with, but were you as a child or youth? Did you grow up addressing the adults in your life by titles? Mr. Storey? Uncle Tom? Sister Bailey?
I'm not sure why exactly, but somewhere around age 10 or so I started addressing the adults in my life by their first name. Perhaps because my mom did? Likely because I'm uber-casual about pretty much everything? ...well, Mr. Storey was still Mr. Storey--I continued addressing my public school teachers as Mr., Mrs., and Ms. But those adults that our family interacted with somewhat regularly I started addressing by their first name. My cousins addressed my mother as Aunt even when they were in college, while I had been addressing their parents by first names since before we migrated south. At church, rather than addressing family friends as Brother Winn or Sister Steele I was addressing them by their first names as well.
This has been a point of recent reflection for me. As an adult I have mixed reactions to being addressed as Sister or Mrs. or just by my first name. Especially with the various levels of Southern Hospitality in our area. My jury is still out on my own personal preference.
When we first started in Cub Scouts I was impacted by how a friend (an Assistant Cubmaster) prompted the boys to address the adults as Mr., Mrs., Ms. These few short years later--after leaving that Pack, Lone Cubscouting, and then joining a Pack closer to home--I find myself following her example. (She sets a remarkable example within many aspects of life and living, but that's another tangent). I usually address our adults by Mr., Mrs., etc. Sometimes I slip, especially with those that I communicate with beyond scouting, but overall I make an effort to more formally address our adults.
Even when they encourage first names.
If it's a conversation occurring in the vicinity of the cubs, I'm making an effort to address them properly. Because I'm recognizing the power of that example.
They do as we do. And they say as we say.
Monday, January 30, 2012
Menu Plan Monday
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| http://orgjunkie.com/menu-plan-monday-guidelines |
SUNDAY:
- muffins
- animal crackers
- chips&dip
- meatloaf
- cereal
- cheesy chips/nachos
- sandwich
- ckn alfredo
- eggs, bacon, toast
- granola bars/jello
- soft tacos
- chili
- oatmeal/cream of wheat
- popcorn/cake mix muffins
- sandwich
- crock down home chops
- eggs, bacon, biscuits
- nuts/jello
- soup and quesa
- ckn teryaki
- cereal/lftover muffins
- pretzels and craisins
- tuna, carrots
- lumberjack hash
- breakfast burros
- apples&pb/graham crackers
- leftovers
- ckn fajitas
Monday, January 23, 2012
Menu Plan Monday
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| http://orgjunkie.com/menu-plan-monday-guidelines |
SUNDAY:
- muffins
- animal crackers
- chips&dip
- Roast Ckn
- eggs, bacon, toast
- cheesy chips/homemade nachos
- sandwich
- chili mac
- cereal
- granola bars/jello
- soft tacos
- ckn noodle potato
- eggs, bacon, biscuits
- popcorn/cake mix muffins
- sandwich
- naked burritos
- oatmeal/cream of wheat
- nuts/jello
- beef&barley and quesas
- Ruth's Sweet & Sour
- cereal/lftover muffins
- pretzels and craisins
- tuna, carrots
- biscuits and gravy
- breakfast burrito
- apples&pb/graham crackers
- leftovers
- yellow-eyes and brauts
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