Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Kool Aid Play-Dough

I decided that I need to be doing more craft projects with Avery...rather than having her watch Shrek or Toy Story all day, we need to get our hands dirty!
I found some recipes for edible play-dough online and thought this was a perfect way for us to work together and create something awesome. I wanted to make the peanut butter one, but it required honey which I didn't have enough of. SO, we made Kool-Aid play-dough. It was super easy to make and smelled just like Kool-Aid. Though it is edible, I don't think anyone would be caught eating it since it has 1/2 cup of salt and tastes disgusting.

Here is what it looks like when you mix all the ingredients together



After it heats up, it forms into play-dough. I then put it on waxed paper to knead it until it was cool enough for Avery to handle.


Avery loved it! It felt JUST like actual play-dough.


I figure it's a great recipe to keep on hand, in the event we want to make different colors (especially for themed color day, which is coming shorty), and, it's cheap. Here's the recipe in case you want to make your own!


Kool-Aid Play-Dough

1 cup flour
1/2 cup salt
3 tsp cream of tartar
1 pkg unsweetened Kool-Aid
1 cup water
1 TB oil

Add all ingredients into a sauce pan and heat over medium heat. Stir constantly until thick and forms into dough. Knead until cool. Makes about 2 cups worth of dough, which is alot. I would even suggest cutting recipe in half (but still using whole package of Kool-Aid). Dough does have a slight gritty texture from the salt too.







Friday, March 25, 2011

Breastfeeding: My insight on the boob.

I'm certain that I have professed my feelings on the topic of breastfeeding, however, I'm sure it's okay to relive them.
After the 1am feeding this morning, I was lying in bed thinking about all of this and couldn't shut my brain off. So, in order to sleep tonight, or rather, have something new placed on my brain to think about, here was what I was thinking:
I feel that there are 2 kinds of breastfeeding moms:
Type 1: Breastfeeders who do it for the "bonding" with baby. I have found that more often than not, these moms are also the crazy ones who have their kid on the boob when they are 4yrs old. Gross.
Type 2: Breastfeeders who do it begrudgingly, and merrily for the health benefits. Oh and it's free.
Now, I'm sure you can guess which one I am... I for one hate breastfeeding. It is such a pain in the butt (or boobs). I probably feel this way since my milk supply is on the hyper-active setting but regardless, it sucks. I hate constantly feeling tied to either my baby or the pump. I've got to carry one or the other with me wherever I go! If I've got the pump, then I have to remember extra batteries, ice packs, wipes/water to clean the parts afterwards, and then finding a location to actual do the pumping (normally this is my car. If you see Petey parked randomly in a spot in the middle of an abandoned parking lot, most likely it's me). I hate how my boobs feel...engorged, lumpy and when the milk "refills" in the ducts, I can feel that and it hurts. My whole entire day is planned around my boobs. If I haven't fed/pumped in the morning, then I can't shower because all that hot water is going to produce"ol' faithful" results from the girls. Which side I sleep on at night even depends on which side I fed last and which side is on deck. Ugh. And even after the doc gives the all clear for sex, the boobs are still off limits. Constantly being in a bra, buying nursing pads to prevent leaks, nipple cream...evil.
And how can anyone "bond" with their baby while doing this?? I don't get it!! If I want to bond with my baby, it isn't going to involve fluid gushing out of my body parts, parts that are normally reserved for my husband's use. I want to cuddle watching a movie, play outside, sing songs or dance even. Bonding shmonding.
The times I have the baby with me and I'm out in public, watch out. Those are times that make me want to crawl in a whole. I hate feeding in public! I even have a nursing cover, blanket, and burp cloth, all at the ready, covering every inch of my body so nothing goes flying out. But still, it's a pain. And the looks from people are astounding. It's like I have malaria or a deformity or something. Like, "how could I possibly be breastfeeding a baby?! The nerve!" I could totally understand these looks and feelings if I had my boob all out for the world to see and/or I was feeding a toddler. But a newborn? Really? It isn't necessary society.
Which takes me back to type 2...the health benefits. Pretty much any and all kids I know who were not breastfed, are constantly sick. Even the ones not in daycare. It's amazing to me. Avery has had 1 ear infection in her 2 yrs and that, I think, is incredibly good. Formula is expensive and that is also why breastfeeding, for me, has to work. If it wasn't so costly, I'd give up the boob now for the bottle but I know that it isn't something we can afford. Well, we could, but then we'd probably have to eat ramen a couple nights a week.
So there you have it...my insightful reflections on breastfeeding. More to come later I'm sure!

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Post-Partum Bod...

I wanted to write a bit about me...my feelings and thoughts post-pregnancy. I don't AT ALL want anyone to think this is a sob story nor am I "fishing" for compliments. I simply want to be honest and real and share what I'm going through. Maybe it might help someone else who may be going through the same thing...and maybe someone has gone through it and can relate! Either way...here goes...

I am now 4 wks post-partum...while I realize this is a short amount of time, on the other hand, I feel like "Gosh, 4 wks is long!". I don't feel like I've accomplished much of anything as far as a diet or exercise plan goes thus far. I am still a bit sore where my incision is, but regardless, I'm still WAY out of shape. Like, scale from 1-10, I'm 1...or 0 even. It's so hard to get motivated when I am sleep deprived from having a baby attached to my boob, chasing after Avery, cleaning up after Avery, Chris and myself, grocery shopping, making dinner, and the list goes on and on. Besides, when do I have time?! Even IF I get an hour or two where both kids are sleeping, all I want to do is put my feet up and relax.

I gained 30 lb's and was 176 when I went into the hospital. Today, I am plus/minus 154. While I realize that's 20lb's and is great, I also realize I need to still lose about 20 more lb's. And the later will be way harder to take off. Lame. The icing on this fat cake, is my stomach now looks funky from where my incision is. My worst fear was that I'd look like one of those contestants on "The Biggest Loser" who has some sort of scar and their fat grows over it and then they look deformed. I'm sure it might look somewhat "normal" if I were to drop those 20lb's but that's if I can even accomplish that. Ugh. High five to having babies!

On top of all this, the worst is how I feel towards Chris. I know he's totally ready to have his wife back, especially since now I don't have a giant belly that moves when he touches it. I'm not pregnant and therefore my mind says I should look and feel not pregnant. But that's not realistic. And the thought of sex (sorry, I'm sure my mother in law is reading this...might be sort weird for her...) just grosses me out. How can I feel sexy and attractive when I've got all these body image issues running through my mind? Even if Chris by chance happens to touch my stomach or my butt, my mind immediately thinks "Oh no! I hope he didn't feel what I see in the mirror!" UUUGGHH. And to complicate it even more so, Chris is in the best shape of his life...chiseled features and tight muscles...yeah I'm sure he'd just love to get with this!!

So, I guess I'll get back to you when I figure it all out. Hopefully I do... in the meantime, I wonder if I have any ice cream downstairs....

Monday, March 21, 2011

Isaiah James


Finally, baby boy Mason is here! My little man arrived Feb. 24th at 7:49am via c-section, 7 lb's 4 oz and 20" long. Chris and I still weren't even sure what to name him as I was getting prepped and ready for the c-section either, which only added to my nerves about the surgery. The night before, I was driving home and heard a song on Klove. At the end of the song, there is a little boy who reads Isaiah 40:28-31:

"The LORD is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
and his understanding no one can fathom.
He gives strength to the weary
and increases the power of the weak.
Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall;
but those who hope in the LORD
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.

I can't even begin to describe how this moved my heart. I was so anxious and nervous about having my belly cut open and this verse just helped soothe me. I got up early the morning of my surgery and wrote it out on a little piece of paper, which I carried with me up until going into the OR. I remember reciting it during the surgery until I heard my little boy scream!
Before hand, Chris said, "Hey, how about the name Isaiah??" I shared with him how God spoke through the song and verse and felt like it was confirmation that maybe this what we were to name our son. Alas, Isaiah it was! I think it suites him too, though at 3 wks old now, who knows!