The post with the pics of the finger

That’s pink ink btw…

Yumm.

We took his stitches out ourselves at 16 days. They didn’t look ready before then..and knowing our little guy, he needs his finger to firmly glued back together before it sees any action. His finger is well, and mostly healed except the weirdness of his nail, but they grow fast, so that should be gone soon.

Cutting your son with a spinning razor blade of death: horrifying
Spending 7 hours in the ER at SMH: not too bad
Bill from this party: $500. so far…(but that is just from the Doc, we don’t have the hospital bill yet.)

Our New House

Is going to be awesome! If we can get there…. here is a map of the property… click to see it larger on picasa,

Triangle is property. North/south road is a slower main drag, East/west road is main drag thru town, Placemarker denotes shopping plaza and road to interstate.

And here is a pic of the floor plan:

Hold on to this dream..dream big…we always come out on top…even when it looks like there is no hope… We always make it.

Lessons of the day

So today… we learned many lessons.

Forrest must be an integral part of our household.

Life doesn’t work without him. He did much laundry today,while working even, while in a teleconverence. I saw him walking by with his headset on to the laundry room.. wow! So- he can be involved, even while working.

Food combining rules apply even more when you eat better..? I used to eat whatever when ever, {but it got less carefree after each child}. Previous Favorite: buffets! now- good God- the results are horrendous if I eat fruit, then some nut/veggie combo, or God forbid- any of my immune irritants: grain, dairy, eggs, meat. I feel and looked thoroughly stoned, have to fight passing out, and then well, I’ll spare you the rest. Tomorrow I plan to eat only mono-fruit meals, and smoothies. Its simple for me, but Forrest still wants complex crazy textured and flavors, and then I end up eating what I made him. Nursing mother of 4 children – age 6 and under, I try to use my time well…..

I really do have a limit. Today, I truly felt like I was nearing a stroke for the first time in my life. I just can only take so much strain. In life I have before felt *at the end of my rope* before, and *heart-strained*, *exhausted*, mentally *burnt-out*, but today I was afraid I might actually have a stroke. Sleepless-ness, money worries, paperwork responsibilities, kids, chores, household needs, food preparation and planning, and on and on and on. Husband working-endlessly, and if not working, wishing he was or thinking about it and not really being *present*.

I am so sick of the TV. It has been better lately, but it still bothers me. And the endless, disposable toys that are thrown on the floor. I am so thinking hard about a massive overhaul when we move. Our new house, no TV and a few nice waldorf-style toys. I have found a doll/play house that I like at LuckyFarm Dad made the kids a playstand, but hasn’t finished the canopy. I am thinking about ordering one, or driving him nuts enough to finish it. maybe when he comes this weekend…hmm…and maybe snow/hell…..

My love deepens daily for my husband and our children, and mt friends and family. I never understood how very much my parents loved me, despite any unpleasantness of our life together, not until I had a child of my own. I was always waiting for the day they would say go away – for ever, I expected it anytime, for the love to quit. I was 25 years old when I only began to understand love and all of its intricacies. I would say that now, at age 31, and after giving birth to my 4th and only truly *asked for* baby, do I feel I have a really good idea of how love works, of it’s depths but by no means do I think I totally understand it.

I can hardly wait to go to visit my girlfriend in Michigan…. that will take a little planing to be sure we have food while there. The only organic food there is at meijer’s, {like a nice walmart}…so I may be ordering in!

Is this not the most photogenic baby on earth?

2 steps forward, 1 step staggered sideways?

It’s been 10 days since I started writing. We do really well – but once either of us hits some stress- a binging on dead cooked we go.

Wednesday night, I was preparing to sew some blankets. I was using one of my fabulous Fiskars rotary knife (a round spinning razor blade..of death!) My son is a forever jokester, doesn’t get it when we insist things we mean it…and he kept darting his hand in front of me. I told him to totally stop, not to do that -and he appeared to understand. He stood up straight, put his hands limply at his side, and watched. As I secured my acrylic ruler plate, and bore down with my blade, I pushed hard and fast {the best way to use a rotary} and he sequentially thought it would be a good time to mess with me again – and shoved his hand down flat in the line of my blade. I cut straight up his finger, on top- the cut is to just past his nail bed, on bottom – it is just 1/4 way into his finger. Oh the blood! I lost it because my husband was cool, and probably because I did it to him.

We drove to the nearest ER. As I drove away to drop off the lil ones with the grandparents – I realized I had a really bad felling about the hospital. I called all my family who are Doc’s, or work for them, and work at {the 2 local} hospitals. The general consensus was to go to the other hospital in our home town, 15 minutes away. I agreed. I called my husband on his cell, said they hadn’t helped him, and I said ‘walk outside, we are on our way to Sarasota!’ IT took along time altogether, but he was a-ok. The gave him some ketamine to put him out {think PCP} and some atrimine to keep his heart rate up. So- he was tripping … It went well and fast and he was fine- doesn’t seem to remember a thing.

We however, are feeling pretty whacked out about it. Good God. What a fright. We ended up eating cooked all kinds of stuff the next day, and oh did I pay. It is so very very hard to get off an addiction…that everyone around you does without thinking twice. I imagine it along the lines of an Alcoholic. Everyone else does it… Everyone eats food around me…but I can’t. I am supposed to still eat everyday, a couple of times even…. just not anything I used to eat. Not what I have done my whole life. Most of the time it easy to do. Its when I am stressed out or bored, or waited till I was too hungry to figure out what to eat.

Cherry Almond Bon-Bons

Thanks to Ruth at Harmonious Living. I am sooo phsyched to try these! I love cherrries so very much.. so – I will update this post when I try it!

clipped from www.waldorfhomeschoolers.com Filling: 2 Cups Frozen Cherries 4 Frozen Bananas Coating: 2.5 Cups Raw Almonds 1 TBLS Vanilla 8-10 Dates 4-6 TBLS Water 4 TBLS Raw Carob Run Frozen cherries and bananas through the Champion with blank, mix and put into ice cube trays and back in freezer. Put raw almonds in food processor and blend till very fine. Save out half a cup or more for rolling in. Add vanilla, dates, carob and water till get good consistency. Refrigerate till filling in freezer is set good. Take filling out of freezer and have each piece ready to cover with coating. Then pinch off carob/date mixture coating and flatten between hands (wet hands so doesn’t stick). Wrap around frozen filling, roll in ground almonds and put back in freezer. The number it makes depends on the size of the filling and how thick or thin you make the coating.

Along the ride…

Today, I begin a blog our about our family. Our quest toward 100% raw/live food. My thoughts, yadda yadda yadda… You know- all the stuff personal blogs are about.

Myself, 31, my husband Forrest 30, and our 4 wee people, Belle -6, Skye – 4, Rain – 2, and Snow – 6 months. Not to mention the insanity driveby’s excitement that life with 4 under 6 affords me.

food…

And on a *lighter* note…

In our family we constantly try to seek out the best for our health…diet wise as well as others, but diet is the main focus. We try to eat as much organic food as possible, and at one time was near 100% daily. Moving and being unable to easily acquire the foods we would choose has made this percentage lower, but not a suprise. Hopefully, we can get back thee soon.

One of the most disturbing things we have found recently: PFOA {the checmical that makes Teflon} is being found regularly in cord blood {samples taken at birth from the umbilical cord}. Google for cord blood teflon PFOA And see all the articles… Here a few good ones:
EWG – Environmental Working Groups Article: Body Burden — The Pollution in Newborns

LOE.org’s Article : DuPont in Sticky Situation Over Teflon Chemical.

Who Had It Better: Our Parents or Us?

Much adieu was made this week about the U.S. population crossing the 300 million mark on Tuesday, Oct. 17. The latest report from the U.S. Census Bureau sparked a flood of news articles on the population debate and not a few discussions on how our present standard of living has changed over the years.

This article gave me some hope, and some relief in the face of our families challenges. When we often compare ourselves to our parents our income versus their’s, and even our grandparents… this is a more complete picture.

The story on Digg:

I am less than pleased with the weather here in Louisville… I knew it would be cooler, even cold, but I did not anticipate the lack of light to be so little, nor how it would affect me. I am sad often, and home sick when I look out side, don’t want to go out here, and all together just plain want to go home. Florida has its faults, but at least you could go outside, maybe later in the day the sun would come out… it would stop raining… I fear that this may effect me too much as far as emotionally and I do not want to give birth as a depressed woman, nor do I want a baby of mine to spend time prenatally within a depressed vessel. Right now I feel full of wait till we can leave, not enjoying being here. Forrest loves it he says in response. I think he thinks that I will get over it. I need friends. I don’t feel lonely, I feel like I am somewhere I don’t want to be. I am 30, I know the difference.

Not standing trhe test of a blogger very well…

 

I have failed miserably thus far.

 

I am 11 weeks pregnant, and have been feeling like udder crap. I am SO tired. I heave and gag about *everything*. If I heave too much, I get tired and need to sit or lay down for a bit.On a positive note, I actually did big grocery shopping today, and did a load of dishes…maybe there is a light at the end of this nausea tunnel of hell ?

 

We are still thrilled to be pregnant, its just getting to the birth part when its a boy! I can tell it is a boy by the way I feel. I will not be having an ultrasound, or any other tests for that matter, we are going to UC {un-attended childbirth} again. Early in this pregnancy we discussed the possibilty of having a midwife or something, but mainly because I want this extra person for the 3rd set of handy-hands when the baby is out and we move from the tub to the bed, that’s about it really! We did also miss out on having any pictures last time, but that was simply because we didnt call mom in time! Ahh, I feel so  good the very SECOND this child exits… oh how great I felt when Skye was born! WOOHOO! I have had a rough start, remniscent of my other boy pregnancy. Something about those male hormones and requirements that just make my very female self ill.

 

Happily, I must say that my dear girlfriend Cinnamonamon is feeling especially crizappy…so sounds like a girl for her! WOOHOO!