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Things are fine here.  I’m still more tired than I’d like, and I’ve had a cold the past several days, but generally, things are well.   I’ve been keeping busy around the house when I’m not napping, which means I’m not at my computer near as much these days.  There’s just so much to get done, and its part of my New Year’s Resolution this year to catch up, and then keep up with things and not let day to day chores pile up.  If you could have seen the pile of laundry that grew and grew while I was sleeping those 18 hours a day, you too would understand this drive of mine 😉

We’ve had two ultrasounds in this second trimester.  Neither one revealed the gender of the kidlet-in-utero.  I can see its already taking after the hubby — stubborn!  The first one it was curled up tightly and facing backwards, and in the second it was hiding in the shadow of my belly button — the shadow of my belly button of all things.  So skirt check — fail!  We go again in the third week of February, which seems a long time when I’ve been waiting anxiously before making any nursery decisions or purchases.  With our current kidlet I ended up completely replacing every bit of nursery furniture and decor after only six months (although admittedly he was 7 months already when he came to live with us full time), and I have no desire to waste the effort and money to deck out the room with simpery pastels that won’t suit a toddler.  Of course we had way too many things that no one really needs.  We were first time parents, thrust into it without the 9 months or more of expectation and planning that most people experience, and worried and convinced we had to have every little thing.  I am much less tense about it this time.  The baby’s world won’t end without a wipes warmer or diaper stacker or any of the myriad things you can find in babies R us!


Where have I been?  Well, in short, I found out why I was so exhausted and sleeping so many hours a day, and just not ready to share it with the world. 

Those of you out there that read my previous blog (some day the hubby will figure out where he backed it up and I’ll get those entries in here, or so I keep telling myself), may recall that one reason I started a journey to health so long ago (six years!) was to prove the doctors wrong — that I could get pregnant and be a mom.  It so happened that the kidlet came along, a miracle through the foster system that you couldn’t hope to duplicate, and being unable to get pregnant stopped being the heartache that had plagued me for years.

However, it seems that we are going to have a second miracle child.  When I last posted I was 10 weeks pregnant.  We didn’t know that of course.  For all we knew I was just barely pregnant and things could go south in a heart beat.  It was after my second visit to the doc, when all my tests had been coming in normal that I started getting an inkling that maybe, just maybe the “problem” could be a bun in the oven.  I woke up at some ungodly hour in the morning and was violently ill.  With the surgery being sick after eating was no strange occurrance; I would just assume that I made a mistake, ate something too large, rough or otherwise unsuited to the environment created by the lap band.  But this was 4 in the morning, on an empty stomach, with no good reason to feel sick.  I’d had a few other incidents like that, but when you are eating every few hours, it’s easy to assume it was just the last meal.  I started counting back and realized that it had been longer than I recalled since my last period.  By itself that isn’t so crazy; I’ve never been regular, but more than 8 weeks without a period is unusual, even for me.  Together, it put the idea in my head that I needed a pregnancy test, so I jumped in the car in the dead of night and headed off the 20 minutes to a 24 hour pharmacy.

The next visit to the doctor was to confirm the home test.  When she came in and said positive, it was a shock, despite the + on the EPT stick.  I was bawling and worried, half convinced that a miscarriage was moments away.  The last several years of my life and have been filled with learning about my hormonal imblances and realizing that I never even had a normal puberty and hearing that conceiving would be nearly impossible, and carrying to term even more improbable.

Yet somehow I’m now 19 weeks pregnant.  I’m 38 years old, hormonally unfriendly to a fetus, and 19 weeks pregnant! (well, technically not until tomorrow)  We’ve done all the tests that we can safely do.   Our odds of having a healthy child have been upgraded several times.  My OB says everything is normal.

Miracle Child, take 2


Kiddo is very excited about Halloween as you might imagine.  His preschool class went to a pumpkin patch yeterday; today they are trick or treating at the other classrooms, and then having a little party in the afternoon.  I’ll probably swing by and help out and take pictures.

Tonight we are heading over to my brother’s house so the kidlet can trick or treat with his cousins.


The appointment went fine.  We talked about my issues, tonsils, sleeping, lack of weight loss and so on.  I filled out the paperwork so she can get my records from her old office (she changed locations, to a new facility), got a flu shot, and then went and had 47 vials of blood drawn.  (well, ok, just six, but it felt like 47).

The results take a couple days on some of them, so I’m guessing I won’t hear anything until at least Monday.  Hopefully by then the records will be faxed over or whatever as well, and then I’ll go back in.


Normally, getting enough sleep is difficult for me.  I’ve suffered from insomnia for as long as I can remember, and I usually get by on 4-6 hours of sleep a night.  Lately though I can’t seem to get enough sleep.  I’m crashing shortly after the kiddo goes to bed at 8, and then sleeping until he wakes me in the morning (between 7 and 8 most days).  I take him to preschool and then odds are good that I’ll come home and go back to sleep for at least 3-5 hours before I go pick him up.

I don’t know if its a diet issue (am i getting enough iron?) or something else medical, but mom was really worried when she heard how many hours I’m in bed a day, and I promised to see the doctor. I made an appointment for Thursday morning.  It was the only time available this week, so sadly, I’ll have to skip the kidlet’s preschool trip to a pumpkin patch.  I went last year to help chaperone and he really had fun.  Those pictures were some of the ones I lost in a computer crash, and I was going to tag along this year and get updated ones.  Ah well.

“Obstacles cannot crush me. Every obstacle yields to stern resolve. He who is fixed to a star does not change his mind.”  ~Leonardo da Vinci 


 Today was a busy day for the kidlet and I. We played hookey from preschool.  We had a dentist appointment in the morning (both of us), and the dentist that I love is a 45 minute drive one way since we moved to SW Portland, so that took up most of the morning. 

After we went and bought him some new shoes.  He’s HUGE for a 4 year old.  60 pounds, 44″ tall, and really wide large feet, so I always need to take him in to get sized when its time for new ones.  He’s up to 13 1/2 WWW.  Not the kind of thing its easy to find, but luckily he liked one of the only 3 options they had in that size.  He was a little upset because the play area in the mall has a 42″ limit, and he’s outgrown it, and he couldn’t stop to play there, so I let him pick what to do next.  He was hungry and  picked a BBQ place he likes to go because they have a small game room. (Mommy and Daddy like it too because its really GOOD Texas BBQ ;)). 

It turned into a  rather beautiful day (and OH!  Fall is finally here, literally overnight!  The leaves are changing and falling!) so we stopped at a park after lunch so he could work off some energy after sitting so much, until we finally made our way home — where the uncarved pumpkins were glaring at us from the corner of the house where I’d left them since they were so dirty.  He jumped right on those and asked to decorate them; we washed them and carted them inside.  He had a small pumpkin which he decorated with paints and foam sponges, and then “helped” me carve the larger one.  They turned out cute!  I’ll have to snap a pic later.

After we finished up with the pumpkins, the kidlet and I hit the kitchen to roast up the seeds.  I wanted to let him experiment with a number of different flavors instead of just the old salt and oil routine.   I took inspiration from a combonation of several recipes and ideas I found on the web. 

Roasted Pumpkin Seeds:  Preheat oven to 350°F. Cut open the pumpkin and use a strong metal spoon to scoop out the insides. Separate the seeds from the stringy core. Rinse the seeds.  In a small saucepan, add the seeds to water, about 2 cups of water to every half cup of seeds. Add a tablespoon of salt for every cup of water. Bring to a boil. Let simmer for 10 minutes. Remove from heat and drain.

Lemon Pepper Pumpkin Seeds:  In a medium-sized bowl whisk together 1 egg white, and 2 tsp. Lemon Pepper (the kidlet’s favorite seasoning on everything ;)).  Add 1 C.  pumpkin seeds and toss well. Drain off any excess egg white (using a strainer) and place seeds in a single layer across a baking sheet. Bake for about 12 minutes or until seeds are golden. Sprinkle with a bit more lemon pepper when they come out of the oven. Taste and season with salt if needed (lemon pepper has a fair amount of salt in it).

Chili Powder Pumpkin Seeds: In a medium-sized bowl whisk together 1 egg white, 2 tsp. chili powder and 1/2 tsp. salt. Add 1 C.  pumpkin seeds and toss well. Drain off any excess egg white (using a strainer) and place seeds in a single layer across a baking sheet. Bake for about 12 minutes or until seeds are golden. Sprinkle with a bit more chili powder when they come out of the oven. Taste and season with more salt if needed.

Spicy and Cheesy Pumpkin Seeds:  In a small mixing bowl, beat an egg white with a whisk until soft and foamy. Stir in a pinch of salt, ¼ tsp. Cayenne Pepper, ¼ tsp. Garlic Powder, 2 tsp. Soy Sauce, and ¼ C. very finely and freshly grated Parmesan Cheese.  Spread 2 C. pumpkin seeds in an even layer on a parchment-lined baking sheet. Coat with the egg-white mixture. Bake 13–15 minutes until the pumpkin seeds pop. Let them cool completely and store in a covered container.

Sweet & Spicy Pumpkin Seeds: In a medium-sized bowl whisk together an egg white, ¼ C. sugar, ½ tsp. cayenne pepper and ½ tsp. salt. Add the pumpkin seeds and toss well. Drain off any excess egg white (using a strainer) and place seeds in a single layer across a baking sheet. Bake for about 12 minutes or until seeds are golden. Sprinkle with a bit more sugar and cayenne pepper when they come out of the oven. Taste and season with more salt if needed.  

The universe is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.” ~Eden Phillpotts


Yesterday was my nephew’s 5th birthday party.  It was held at a local kids fun center called Safari Sams.  It’s got a big climbing jungle gym, indoor minature golf, tons of games, and they serve pizza and such.  I’d heard of it, but had generally avoided it, the way we avoid chuckie cheese.  I knew once the kidlet laid eyes on the place, he’s be wanting to go back and back and back.  That’s the first thing he asked for this morning too! /sigh

We already have plans for the day though.  Portland Green Parenting is holding an event at The Pumpkin Patch on Sauvie Island.  The Pumpkin Patch is a fairly famous location; they have an incredible corn maze that’s been featured in Family Fun and Sunset magazines (and probably others that I don’t read ;)).  So we’re headed over there for the afternoon.  I don’t know that we’ll stay with the group the entire time.  For 2 hours they are doing a square dance, with lessons for newbies included.  I don’t think that I can convince the hubbie to participate in that, even if I wanted to, and I’m not sure that I do.  But there’ll be face painting and corn roasting and who knows what all.  Should be fun.

Edit:  here’s a pic of the hubby and kidlet on a raid in the Cow Train. =)

“Love at first sight is easy to understand; it’s when two people have been looking at each other for a lifetime that it becomes a miracle.” ~Amy Bloom


Even for someone as news-phobic as myself, its impossible not to realize that our country is facing an economic crisis.   The presidential election alone brings it into focus, and even I know of the culpability of the banks and the unsecured home loans that are dragging the economy to the ground.  Certainly I can’t fail to miss the price at the gas pump.  I know that my mom’s minimal investments for her future have lost nearly 25% of thier value, and that people everywhere are suffering, struggling, even losing thier homes.

Overall, my family is very fortunate.  My husband has a good job, and seems in little danger of losing it.  We have health insurance, a little money saved, and not much credit card debt.  Our home and cars are owned outright.  With me a stay at home mom, we don’t have a ton of extra money, so we don’t have any stocks or other investments to watch spiral down the toilet.  (Who would ever think that NOT having such things could be a blessing? =p)

Unfortunately, our personal ecomonic crisis is a making of our own.  We are still paying on my surgery, and since the only place remotely available in the area was out of network, we did have quite a chunk out of pocket.  We just received our property taxes for the year, which of course are based on the original purchase price of our home, instead of what we could get if we were trying to sell today.  We also live in a county with extremely high property taxes.  This home a mile south or west and we’d be paying a fraction instead of the 7K a year that hit us in the face.  We knew that higher property taxes was a penalty of where we chose to buy a few years back, but at the time it seemed worth it for the neighborhood (we live at the corner of 2 dead end roads, in an area that is one of the safest in Portland, bounded by a nature preserve, and with neighbors that are amazingly friendly, and even have block parties and the like) and the schools, which are superior to those in the neighboring counties, if any public schools in PDX can be called superior.

So we need to tighten the financial belt around here.  There aren’t a lot of places to cut the proverbial fat, mostly we have to watch the entertainment/incidentals and food budgets. The “entertainment” budget has never been especially large, and all we can do there is be more aware of the money that is going out for incidentals, and throttle off any hemorrhaging there.

But ah, the food budget!  The food budget is difficult to trim when you are trying to trim your waistline as well.  Eating well is more expensive than not, it just is.  It’s more expensive to purchase chicken breasts over thighs,  4% fat ground beef over 15% fat ground beef,  fish and brown rice over hamburger helper,  organic items over non-organic.  (Mostly things like pastas, breads, and whole grain crackers and other packaged items.  Not because I believe that organic foods are inherently better, but because things that are not organic are full of junk that we don’t want.  I don’t personally value an organic apple over a non-organic one.  I do value annie’s mac and cheese with no enriched flours and all natural ingredients over kraft, with its flour that was stripped of everything good and then “enriched” so that the gullible or uninformed thinks its the next best thing to sliced bread.)  So I’ve been working on finding ways to cut back on what I spend on food, without sacrificing healthy eating.

I’ve started by taking inventory of what’s in my pantry, to try and use up what we have before buying something new.  We took a trip to Costco yesterday to stock up on some chicken and fish in bulk, at the reduced price per pound that it brings (while initially expensive, it certainly pays off in the long run).  I’d been buying conveinently portioned salmon pieces, which when I actually figured it, came to nearly 11$ a pound.  Instead we picked up several fillets packaged together for just under 5$ a pound.  I think I can managed to slice them into portions and put them into freezer bags for future use for that kind of savings.  (On a side note, shopping at Costco is so very dangerous for me!  It’s difficult to resist bargains, and I have to keep telling myself ‘It’s NOT a bargain if you wouldn’t have purchased it anyway’ and ‘It’s NOT a bargain if you can’t use it all up before it goes bad’.  I have to resist the 2 pound jar of olive tapenade, the gigantic sack of bell peppers (but, but they are only 20cents each! ;)), and so on.  That’s why I try to drag the Hubby along with me when I go.  I’m less likely to lose control with an audience!)  I can be less wasteful in vegetables and fruit by shopping more often.  When I try to stock up for a week or more, something always gets buried, something always goes bad before I can put it to use.  The grocery that I prefer to frequent is between home and the kidlet’s preschool, so I can combine the trips and manage to shop more often without expending gas for separate trips.  I’ve also resolved to be better about using leftovers, instead of packaging them up and letting them sit until they’ve worn out there welcome and hit the trash.  Finally, I’ve located the online versions of weekly ads for several grocery stores in this area to watch for the so called “loss leaders” — the item(s) they advertise at big savings to draw people in, hoping they will stay and do all thier shopping there. 

So hopefully putting in the extra work I will be able to continue to prepare healthy meals, and still spend less on the grocery bill. 

“He who joyfully marches in rank and file has already earned my contempt. He has been given a large brain by mistake, since for him the spinal cord would suffice.” -Albert Einstein


When I haven’t crafted in a while, I get twitchy.  Whether its scrapping and paper crafting, involved art projects with the kiddo (coloring just doesn’t cut it ;)) or even assembling a beautiful bento lunch, I just seem to need a creative outlet.  We have an extra bedroom and it was once my computer / craft room.  However, 18 months ago my mom left her husband and needed a place to stay and we were happy to invite her in.  My stuff got pushed into the play room and my craft room became my mom’s bedroom.

The playroom is plenty large to support my son’s toy and place space and an office space for my computer desk.  But although my paper crafting stuff will almost fit; there is no place to actually spread out, set up my sewing machine (yes, on paper), die cutters and other tools.

My mom hasn’t been using the room regularly for more than six months now; maybe its even closer to a year at this point.  She has stayed a day or two here and there, and was here with the kidlet while we were at Blizzcon, but overall, the room isn’t getting used.  She is living a couple hours away with her new boyfriend.  And while I would prefer to have her here in town, close, if she isn’t going to be using the space — I need it back!  We do have a pull out couch that isn’t half bad, comfort wise, so she’ll still have a place to sleep when she does overnight visits.  I desparately need to spread out, have room to work on my crafting whenever I get the twitches.

That’s one of my projects for the next month.  In the meantime, I resort to one of my fall backs, doing a premade project, or digging out something old that I haven’t quite finished (hah!  Lots of that around here).  This morning I pulled out an old scrapbook page about my son’s obsession with Thomas the Train and his friends, and finally worked out the finshing touches. 

Although I am a big believing in hand journaling, like most people, I hate my handwriting, so when I can get away with it (the pictures really tell the story here!), I’ll avoid it or use my computer to print it out.  Although I called this “finished”, I may go back and write in some basic info on the kidlet’s age and such on the tags in the lower left.

The most involved bit was the large “tear bear” tag.  The bear is made using a textured heavy mulberry paper, which is dampened and then torn into the shapes and then further distressed with a toothbrush and a little sanding block to fuzz up the fibers in the paper. His face is finished with paper bits I shined up with paper glaze, gel pens, and some chalk.  I disressed the edges of the background paper layers with a distressing tool (basically a razor blade encased in plastic with a wedge missing to expose the blade to the paper and then added some brads and machine stiching to further secure it together after gluing. 

Add in a paper hat and a train bead with the shank snipped off, and there you go!  Overall,  I am pleased with this project.  He has finally moved on from the insane train obsession that lasted at least two years, so I’m glad to have the reminder in his scrapbook of those days where all I heard was “Let’s play trains, Mommy” for (literally) hours on end!

“Life is a train of moods like a string of beads; and as we pass through them they prove to be many colored lenses, which paint the world their own hue, and each shows us only what lies in its own focus.” ~Ralph Waldo Emerson


It just doesn’t feel like fall.  It hit me as the kidlet and I were hunting up fall leaves for a group collage project at his preschool.   Our neighborhood has been here for 30+ years, so the trees and such are quite mature, despite being in the middle of a city (well, I guess techincally we’re on the edge of two cities, PDX and Lake O, but lets not quibble).  We also live on the corner of 2 dead end roads with basically pristine Oregon wilderness all around.  In fact, there is a natural preserve park that abuts up to our property.  So normally there is just no shortage of gorgeous foliage this time of year.  However, we had trouble finding ANY leaves to cart off to preschool, and the ones we found were truly ugly dead brown crunchy things, not the majestic golden-orange-red colors of autumn.  The leaves just aren’t changing yet, and they are still alive and well on the tree. 

Has it been too wet?  (come on, its Oregon, its ALWAYS wet ;))  Not cold enough?  Maybe that’s it; mornings have been wet and foggy, and relatively warm.  We haven’t had those crisp air apple-picking clear day need a sweater mornings — another part of fall that I love and now realize that I have missed.

“It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.”  ~P.D. James