Joseph, Gabriella, Julianna, James, and Elora

Joseph, Gabriella, Julianna, James, and Elora

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Popularity Contest

I was not in the "popular crowd" when I was in high school. And I'll admit it - for a while, I cared alot about that. I wanted to be popular, and agonized over the fact that I wasn't - and couldn't seem to figure out what it was that made people "popular." All I knew was that I didn't have "IT," whatever "IT" was! And then, my senior year, some things changed. I changed - or rather, God changed me. My walk with Him got a lot better - and suddenly being popular didn't matter so much. I had some real, good friends, and I didn't care about everyone else's opinion. After high school, popularity seemed to matter less and less, until I never really thought about it anymore.

And suddenly today I thought about it again. Because I left the room for a moment and all three of my kids - my very articulate 3-year-old, my stubbornly reticent 2-year-old, and my just started talking 11-month-old, all starting calling "Mama! Mama!" after me, in panic that I had left them. I just starting laughing because it struck me that finally, after all these years, I am popular! I am sooo popular...that I can't leave my adoring fans for even one minute! (they're less clingy when they're not sick). I am the most popular person in our house...pretty much all the time. This is not to say anything again Daddy. He is a wonderful Daddy, and gives lots of time and love and attention to the kids. But I am the one they want when they're hurt or sick or fussy or tired or....just about anything. I spank them and they will run right back to me to be comforted. They would probably do that even if Daddy were standing there holding cookies!

And, unlike high school, this kind of popularity matters! And will (hopefully) last. I know MY mom is still the most popular person in our household. The house just doesn't feel the same without her. Everyone wants to be around her, like bees hovering around their queen. The rest of the world doesn't have much appreciation for women who are "just" wives and mothers...but trying asking their own kids what they think.

Now, I really couldn't care less about my lack of popularity in high school. I have won the most important popularity contest of all....I'm popular with this crowd:
and I wear my crown proudly!

Oh, yes, and I'm quite popular with Daddy too...;-)

Thursday, July 15, 2010

...good boy..now shake!

Have you ever been bothered by the whole "awkard hug" thing? You know, where there's this feeling of obligation that you hug the other person (especially if you don't know them well) because everyone else is doing it, but you don't really feel comfortable about it? But rather than hurt their feelings, you give them the really awkward side-hug while trying to analyze if it's "friendly enough" without being too friendly... and how long should it be? Do you count in your head? (probably not out loud...;-) Who moved forward first? Who lets go first? It's all just quite awkward, and as I am not really much of a "touchy" person except for my close family and friends, I feel uncomfortable about the whole process. It's not so bad with other girls but trying to figure out how to properly hug boys or men just makes it worse. It's like being back in high school - ack!

So I've decided in favor of bringing back the good old-fashioned handshake. Last night a young man Robert used to disciple was back in town and came over for dinner, and he gave me a nice firm handshake, not like the "dead fish" handshake that says "if I squeeze your hand I will get germs from you" but not the bone crushing "I am man and will prove my strength by breaking your fingers" handshake either. Just a nice firm handshake that says "hello, good to see you." Simple as that.

Gentlemen, please! A good handshake goes a long way and removes all the awkwardness! From now I will attempt to offer my hand first, along with a smile, and see if I can convey a pleasant and appropriate gesture of welcome without having to analyze everything!

But maybe it's just me. Maybe guys don't like shaking girls' hands, or will be insulted if girls don't hug them. Or do girls want guys to hug them? Would you rather be hugged or offered a handshake by a member of the opposite sex ?

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Coffee Traitor

I have always been a strictly black coffee girl; black and strong, nothing in it, thank you very much. (Robert always says he likes his coffee like he likes his women: blond and sweet, and I respond that I like my coffee like I like my men: dark and strong! What will happen when we both go gray, I can't guess. ;-) But this morning I was making coffee for Robert as usual, and we were out of both regular sugar and milk (the last of the milk went bad since no one is drinking milk anymore...) but I had a carton of whipping cream that I had bought for a recipe I never ended up making, so I put some cream in his coffee along with some brown sugar. I tasted the coffee just to make sure it was sweet enough for him (generally what is ghastly sweet in my book) and WOW! It tasted so good. I actually made myself a cup, thus betraying my lifelong devotion to pure and unsullied black coffee. I should feel ashamed. But somehow I don't, because it was soooo good.

I am going to have to get cream out of the house. I don't need the calories! (one advantage to black coffee...)

And for those of you who read my last post and are thinking "cream is NOT on the list of casein-free products" you are right. But Robert and I decided first off that coffee is one of the exceptions, since A) the kids aren't allowed to have it anyway and B) nobody wants to see us try to be parents without caffeine! My usual cup of coffee will have to do for everyday...and banish cream and brown sugar to those special occasions!!

On the other hand...perhaps I should sell this idea to Starbucks and make lots of money...so I can hire a personal trainer...

Sunday, July 11, 2010

First week of "freedom"

Our family has been "gluten and casein free" (GFCF, for short) for one week now. Why, you ask, would be embark on such a thing? Well, it's a long and headachy tale, but here's the short version:

Our second son, James, was quite a normal baby, but has had some problems as he's gotten a little older. He doesn't really talk much (as in, ever?), seems to have selective hearing when it comes to being spoken to (well, he is 2), throws huge self-destructive tantrums, and is kind of a loner when it comes to other kids. At first we thought he couldn't hear right; had that tested, turned out to be fine. Recently he's started holding his breath until he turns purple and passes out (talk about scary!) We figured these could just be stubborn 2-year old issues and hoped he'd grow out of them. We talked briefly about Autism but he never really seemed to fit the profile because all of these things were "come and go" rather than consistent. Finally, on our anniversary last week (we have been married for 5 years now, thank you very much!!) we were at a bookstore and saw a book on autsim, read through the checklist, and said "yikes...that's James" to about half the signs. So we bought the book and read through it. The doctor had a lot of good things to say about the gluten and casein (a product found in dairy) free diet, and how it could help children with autism and austistic tendencies. So we figured, ok, try it; it can't make things any worse, right?

Day 1 GFCF: James is suddenly smiling, making eye contact all the time, cheerful, and saying several words. You could have knocked us over with a feather. Not one fit; just minor fussing a few times when he didn't get his way. Can you say sold??

The week continued along the same vein. Continued cheerfulness, no breath-holding or passing out, playing nicely with brother and sister, more affectionate, and more talking every day. We went to the store and stocked up on all kinds of GFCF foods (gritting our teeth at the price! Holy rusted metal, Batman!) We figured never eating anything that tasted good again was a small price to pay for helping our son. There's been a lot of steak and salad nights! And fish (ugh, but hey, its good for all of us, even me). Some friends of my brothers who have been GF for a really long time were incredibly sweet and brought us a whole bunch of GFCF stuff, recomended good brands, and even lent me some magazines with recipes and ideas! They were awesome! And I was amazed to find out how many options they are out there now. The only thing I've had trouble finding a good replacement for is butter; let's face it, there is just no good substitute for real butter!

On to cooking without flour, milk, butter....well, that's been tough. I love to bake, and its hard to bake with no ingredients! But these magazines I was given, called Living Without, have been a huge help. Their recipes use mixtures of tapioca, rice, arrowroot, potato, sorghum, even coconut flour! I made a cherry cobbler one night, and it turned out really good. Pleased with that, I attempted a blueberry cake. It wasn't perfect but it tasted good, so I was feeling quite proud of myself. Since Saturdays were always pancake day, I decided to try to adapt my pancake recipe to the new GFCF ingredients. Oh, boy was that a mistake! A flat failure, in fact. I used the reccomended blend of GF flours, and then I used coconut and almond milk instead of regular milk. At first the batter was ridiculously thick, and the pancakes would not spread out or get done in the middle. I kept adding almond milk and water, trying to thin it out, but they would just never cook right. They tasted AWFUL! Finally in despair (because the ingredients were just too expensive to waste!) I poured all the batter into a large pan, baked it in the oven for 3 HOURS, and still the middle was all gummy. The kids seemed to like it and ate tons of it this morning, but Robert and I thought it was nasty. Sooo....pancakes = failure. Evidently you cannot convert recipes 1:1 like some books say. I might buy a GF pancake mix and try again if my courage ever returns. For now, looks like we are stuck on bacon and eggs.

Sorry for the world's longest post. My life has basically been consumed by food the last week. "Does this have gluten/casein in it?" "What on earth am I going to make for dinner?" and my favorite "I am ALWAYS hungry!!" These are the thoughts running through my head at all hours of the day and night. But so far, I would so it has TOTALLY been worth it. Even if we have to eat this way for the rest of our lives...the changes in my little boy have made all the difference.
More on my weird food adventures to come....