Fit with Fave Week 6: Most Important Meal of the Day

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Hi friends.  It’s breakfast time.

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Let’s review, shall we?  At this point in our journey, you’re eating off of salad plates instead of those monstrosities that pass for dinner plates these days.  You’ve taken half that plate and covered it with veggies/fruit/somethingthatqualifiesassalad and, in doing so, minimized your main course serving to what can fit on that other half of your little plate.  You’re making an effort to eat at the table, and you’re drinking at least one glass of good old fashioned water every day.  How does it feel to know that, even if we stopped right here, you’ve already taken serious strides toward portion control, hydration, and eating more plant foods?  Yay you!

This week, we’re adding something instead of taking something away, and it’s my favorite: eating breakfast!  Yes, you habitual breakfast skippers, you coffee only drinkers, I’m looking at you.  It’s time to eat some honest to goodness food in the morning.  Breakfast calories are important.  Take it from the kids: studies have shown that children and teen who eat breakfast have statistically lower BMIs, do better in school, are better at math, are less likely to snack on unhealthy foods, you name it.  I believe the children are our future, after all, and if it works for them, it probably isn’t going to suck for you.  Eat breakfast.

There’s a curve here, obviously.  Some of you are already eating breakfast every day.  So we’re going to do three categories: No breakfast eaters, crappy breakfast eaters, and nutritional rockstars.  Take this brief quiz to determine your category:

Do you eat breakfast?  Yes or No

If you answered No, you’re a No Breakfast Eater.

Is your breakfast rainbow colored, sugar-coated, purchased in a drive thru or at a Jamba Juice, or made up entirely of white flour, eggs, and dairy?  Yes or No.

If you answered Yes, you’re a Crappy Breakfast Eater.

Does your breakfast consist of oatmeal or unsweetened cereal, homemade smoothie or juice, veggies and fruit, the occasional egg, or some other snooty healthy stuff that isn’t a Clif or Lara bar?  (Side note: what is it with bar makers and omitting letters from names?  Cliff?  Laura?  Explain yourselves.) Yes or No

If you answered Yes, good for you.  You’re a Rockstar.

If you answered No to all of the above, you best comment below and tell me what the heck is going on with you.

Attention, No Breakfast Eaters!  Your instructions are as follows:  Eat breakfast.  Any breakfast.  Whatever you can stomach in the morning.  Get your body used to eating something before you start your day.  Some good ideas to ease in – a piece of fruit, a glass of no-sugar-added juice, a small serving of oatmeal or relatively bland cereal, a piece of whole wheat toast with peanut butter.

Crappy Breakfast Eaters: Ditch the sugar.  If you’re eating a donut, switch to a whole wheat bagel.  Frosted Flakes?  Get thee some plain Cheerios or something.  Crazy sugary oatmeal?  Tone it down a bit, try using honey or adding fruit instead of sugar – we just discovered that fruit purees intended for baby someones can make very tasty oatmeal sweeteners.  Jamba Juice or other chain smoothie sugar bombs?  Try some fruit frickin salad, with some greek yogurt or something on it.  Or make a smoothie at home!

Nutritional Rockstar: I mean, do what you do.  If you want to get fancy, try adding some ground flax to your breakfast somewhere (more on the benefits of flax later – they aren’t kidding about that stuff).  Sneak in another healthy fat somewhere maybe (avocado?  salmon?  hmmmm.)  Try limiting the dairy and meat in your first meal – explore milk alternatives (almond!) or grilled veggies instead of sausage or bacon.  Not that I have anything against bacon.

There you have it, friends.  Eat breakfast.  For the children.  And the flamingos.

love.

Fable’s Favorite Things: Our Top Ten Baby Products for Months 3-6

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Well, friends, it’s that time again: Fable’s Favorite Things!  You get a carseat and you get a carseat and you get a… wait.  Okay, well, here are Fable’s bestest of the best of friends, toys, helpers, holders, and lovies for her third, fourth, and fifth month of life.  A few things that Fave and I like may have made it in there too.  To see Fable’s Faves for Months 0-3, click here.

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BumGenius Freetime AIO Diapers

We have been full time cloth diapering since just before Fabes hit the three month mark, and ohmygoodnessguys, I had no idea how much I would love it!  There is something so overwhelmingly pleasant about the whole thing – the cute, colorful, soft fabric diapers, the cushy flannel wipes, her gigantor fluffy bum that doesn’t fit in any of her tiny baby pants anymore – it’s delightful.  And yes, poop must occasionally be dealt with, but, honestly – the overall experience is so very much improved.

We love these BumGenius AIOs because they are easier than easy.  It’s cloth diapering for dummies.  There is no folding or stuffing or anything- diaper goes on, diaper goes off, diaper gets washed, repeat – no covers, no pins, nada.  I know some folks have experienced leaks with these dipes, and every baby is different, but we’ve had a pretty leak free time of it.  Our only major leaks have been due to user error, so we can’t really blame the diapers.  We love them.  We recommend them big time.  Bonus: they are cuter than cuter than cute.  Adorbs.  And now, because I’ve said both poop and adorbs, I’m instantly thinking of Wess Willis.  That association is your own damn fault, my friend.

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Carseat Toys

Fable hates the car.  Hates it.  Unless she’s tired and can nap, she does not understand why on earth she should tolerate sitting alone in the back of a car, staring at her own reflection, while the grownups have conversations without her (or the grownup listens to that nogoodverybad radio) in the front seat.  The only, only, ONLY thing that makes car rides even remotely tolerable up in here is this little bug.  Mr. Ladybug Pants, I think, is his official name somehow – these things just happen.  He’s just a dangly toy you can pick up at Target for $6, but he hangs low enough to be grabbed and chewed, makes a remarkably pleasant chiming sound that doesn’t drive Mommy batty, and Fable with usually opt to play with him instead of screaming.  Life saved.  Any dangly carseat toy will do you right.  Get one.  Unless you have one of those magical car loving babies.  In which case, good for you.

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Baby Lit Books

This is my favorite baby product ever made.  I’m a nerd.  Order all of them.  Win all the birthday parties.

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Ergo

I’m going to keep this brief, because I’m cooking up an entire post on babywearing for the very near future.  The Ergo is Fave’s fave carrier.  It’s also the carrier with the most sleepy baby dust loaded in it thus far.  It’s the nap maker, this thing, and so wonderfully easy to snap in and out of for trips to the store etc. etc. etc.

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Woven Wrap

Again, see upcoming post on babywearing, but this is the wrap that changes everything – that saves my back and grants us our hiking walking exploring freedom for the next several YEARS.  This is the wrap of my dreamy dream life.  This one is from Girasol, but getting it was a total adventure – I will fill you in soon.  Live in suspense.

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O Ball

This is a pretty simple one, guys, but I tell you what – this kid will roll for days to get to this squishable, grabbable ball.  One of those few, precious baby toys that is both easy to hold, soft enough to bop ones self in the face with repeatedly, and easy to clean.  You can pick one up basically anywhere for a few bucks.  Get a few.



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Robeez

I resisted Robeez for awhile, much like I did Toms, because I frankly thought they were sort of ugly.  But these soft soled leather baby shoes STAY ON BABY FEET.  Which, as we all know, is basically impossible.  They also seem to be super comfy for babies, and are relatively easy to come by used or handed down.  My friends with toddlers tell me that these are also spectacular for learning to walk, as the soft suede soles mimic bare feet and help poor wobbly babes balance.  And, now that I’ve gotten used to them, I have gone to the opposite extreme and am a little obsessed with how adorable they are.  Like Toms.  Whadaya know.

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Snail

Meet Snail.  Snail lights up and makes sounds whenever the baby touches him, or someone sneezes, or a truck goes by, or anyone gets up from a chair, or the world revolves on its axis.  Thankfully, his sounds are relatively charming (you will find us exclaiming “wheeeeeee” an awful lot around our place in our best snail voices) and he is frickin baby catnip.  Snail snail snail snail gimmee snail.  Crying?  Snail.  Bored?  Snail.  Broken?  Snail.  Pooping?  Snail.  Snail is my best friend.

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Jumperoo

Snail is my best friend, and Jumperoo is kinda like my mentor.  If I’m Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Jumperoo is Giles.  Whenever I don’t know what to do, I hand things (namely, Fable) over to Jumperoo in full assurance that his bouncy bouncy bouncy wisdom will fix everything.  I would not shower without Jumperoo, now that swing has been declared boooooring and escapable.  Faby will bounce until she is so tired she can’t bounce anymore, and then keep bouncing.  Bonus: it’s super funny to watch babies jump.  Really.  Try it out.

These things cost a small fortune, but there is literally always one on Craigslist.  I picked ours up for $10 at a garage sale, tossed the fabric parts and gave it a good scrubbing, and here we are, bouncing blissfully.  Seek out a used one, fo sho.

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Is this not the sexiest high chair you’ve ever seen?  If that’s not enough for you, this sucker converts into a booster chair and then an honest to goodness chair for grownups.  We’ve been telling Fabes we hope she likes it, as it is her chair FOR LIFE.

See you in three more months!

love.

Fit With Fave Week 5: Table Time

Oh hi friends.

Let’s review, shall we?  At this point, we’ve assembled a team.  We’ve started eating off of smaller plates.  We’ve added some water.  We’ve covered half of those small plates with salad.  How are you doing?  Where are you struggling?  What’s going well?  I’d love to know.

This week’s challenge is another easy one.  I know many of you are still figuring out how to make the salad challenge work for you (and hang tight – lots more fun with salads is headed your way in the next few weeks), so all I’m asking you to do this week is make an effort to eat at the table.

Why?  So many reasons!  Table eating is relational, and it makes eating feel like an intentional ritual instead of something you’re mindlessly doing while you watch The Voice.  Yeah, I see you.  Sit down with your spouse, your roommates, your kids, a good book – eat at the table.  Not the TV tray.  The table.  That’s it!  That’s all!  You can do it!

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Go-Ahead Challenge: Shrink the sweetener in your coffee.  Normally order a vanilla latte?  Get half the syrup this week.  Two sugar packages in your iced tea?  This week, try just one.  We’ll have a Starbucks Life Hack post coming up that will teach you some insider tricks to having your coffee and drinking it too, but for now, see what happens when you half the sweetness.  You may be surprised.

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It’s Mother’s Day afternoon, and I am perched, alone, in the window of a coffee shop.  There is whipped cream on my hot chocolate, a scandalously speedy internet connection, and no squirming anyones in my arms.  When I leave this place, I will go to one of my favorite yarn haunts and shop, guilt free, with a gift from a husband who is quite clear on what my definition of heaven looks like, who at this very moment is at home pacing a teething babe to sleep, each of his footsteps earning me this blissful moment of peace.

It’s Mother’s Day, and I’m thinking about my mother’s hands.  One of the earliest things I can remember is playing with my mothers hands as I sat on her lap or next to her in church – her rings, her freckles, her pretty unbitten nails.  My hands are like hers (minus the pretty nails), a gift that neither of us have ever been particularly fond of – broad palms, copious moles, fingers that double in size on long walks or the first hint of summer.  We’ve joked about our hands “Yeah, thanks a lot for these, Mom.” I’ve long given up on wearing costume jewelry rings, long embraced the cringe that comes with some photographer’s artistic close up of my heat-engorged paws.  But Fable is fascinated with my hands, and as her tiny ones trace the freckles and rings and nails of my hands, my mother’s hands, I am in both moments at once – I am child and mother, myself and her also, and tears come.  And so the curse becomes the blessing.

By far the hardest thing of my motherhood so far is the slow, stubborn relinquishing of self.  Because what I want to do is watch the Project Runway finale on Hulu, but the consequence will be a war with a tiny bored baby who craves a morning walk in sunshine and knows nothing of compromise.  When I move with Fable, when I structure my life around her needs and her growth, we exist in fantastic harmony.  I know this, but I also know that I’ll find out who won Project Runway on Facebook in, like, five minutes, and it will be ruined if I don’t watch it right now and something so simple becomes soooooo hard.

Babies know all the secrets.  Halfway around the block, I’ve forgotten I ever cared about reality television, as the reality of her impossibly perfect brand new tiny voice celebrates leaves and breezes and obviously that is everything, and the chore becomes the gift.  Until tomorrow, when we’ll fight the same battle again.

What I don’t remember is a time when my mother ever seemed anything less than sure.  I sit here, two years older than she was as she sat with tiny baby me, and my hands are her hands and I still don’t feel anything like a grown-up.  And I know she must have been also and always making all of this up as she went along, my mother who was always so capable and so wise and so easily together.  And I wonder at those tiny baby hands on my hands her hands, if they will grow up puffy and freckled and cursed and blessed and sure that I know exactly what I’m doing.  Part of me is tempted to whisper “Run!”, but the larger part of me has my mother’s hands.  And so the weakness becomes strength.

Curse becomes blessing, the chore becomes the gift, the weak are made strong.  You place the fullness of Your endless self into tiny baby hands, You watch them bleed, You loosen the terrified vice grip of parenthood and His death becomes my life.  Then sings my soul.  Then sings my soul.

I am grateful today, to be made in her image, to be made in His, that she is made in mine, in ours, in Yours.

love.

Today’s Sermon Topic: Mommy Wars

I really, really do try not to get too preachy on this blog, unless it’s about something silly, like lipstick.  Most of the time, I try to keep in check the fact that I usually have no idea what I’m talking about and you probably don’t need to hear me ranting about whatever I’m irked by today.

However.

I’ve been a mother for exactly 6 months, not counting the 10ish months this kid was gestating, and I have already completely had it with this whole mommy war business.  It’s the stupidest thing of maybe ever.  The venom with which people go after each other, aided, obviously, by the anonymity of the internet, is nothing short of ridiculous.  We have a culture of mothers behaving like 5 year olds.  Lord help us all.

So I’m going sanctimommy on all of our butts.  I have mounted my soap box and am saying my piece.  Listen up.

Okay, first look at this face.  Take a breath.

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Ready?  Now listen.

Hear ye, hear ye, mommies old and new, the pregnant, the hopeful, the sleep deprived, the empty nested, the proud, the fearful – hear me.

Well done, you.  This thing you are doing, it is hard.  It is mighty.  It is physically, mentally, and emotionally challenging, every day, all the time.  For all of the unbelievable fun you are having, there are always moments of fear, moments of shame, moments of wondering if you are truly cut out to be a mother.  I acknowledge you and the work you are doing.  However you are doing it, you are raising kiddos who feel loved and cared for, who are fed and safe, who will grow to be adults who tie shoes and drive cars and make good choices.  It’s a miracle, this thing you are doing.  You should be so very proud.  I’m proud of you.  I admire you every day, when I see you wrestling a tantrum in a grocery store or playing on a playground, consoling a weepy kindergartner or coaxing a laugh out of a sullen teen – you inspire me.  You teach me.

But you are given a finite number of children to parent – you will recognize them because they call you “Mom.”  All those other babies out there, the ones in the arms of new mommies who don’t yet know the right number of layers for a cold day, or the ones running amuck in the library, or the ones eating ice cream for dinner or dangling in front facing carriers or sleeping in or out of their parents beds or sucking on boobs or bottles – those are not your children.  Those children are the precious work of the woman (or man) who has them in arms, who has wiped their butts and dried their tears.  They are hers to parent, not yours.  Your care for them, your concern, your good intentions – those are beautiful.  But unless those babies are in real danger, and I mean the really obvious kind – you know the horrors and I will not name them here – your ideas for them are welcome on a very limited basis.

Please advise your sister, and your girlfriends, and any and every mama who asks your opinion and seeks your expertise.  But that stranger at the mall or the park doesn’t need to hear from you unless A) It’s to tell her how gorgeous she and her children are or B) She or her children are in real and immediate danger (a train is bearing down on them, say, or a child is being indisputably injured, or they are about to fall into a hole or something).

That said, mamas old and new, be open to advice.  Be open to change.  Just because you did it for your kid and he or she turned out fine doesn’t mean that the world and mankind and all of science should stop looking for better ways, or that parents new and old shouldn’t be able to access and embrace them when they are found.  Celebrate the sharing of new information, the options available to new moms and the changes you can make to your own parenting style.  Laugh with a young mother about the contradictory books she’ll read, but don’t shame her for seeking out truth for her baby.  Motherhood is scary and wonderful.  Let her seek her peace.  No one, I repeat, no one will take away your good parent card because someone discovered that the crib you used is not so safe after all.  We are all doing the best with what we know.  Fads will come and go, but some will be based on truth.  Celebrate progress!  Remain confident in your choices.  Greet opinionated others with love.

How is it that we are not all 100% in support of each other in this?  We are all sharing experiences – each of us is counting smiles and toes and years and finding poop in places she’d really rather not.  We have so much to learn just from watching each other – why do we all insist on playing the teacher?  Practice radical encouragement and stubborn grace.  Encourage each other into the best mothers we can be.  We have no reason to be at each other’s throats and every reason to pass around a squishy baby or two, share a laugh, and swap stories.

That mommy you want to judge?  Smile at her.  Say hi to her crazyoutofcontrollibrarydevil toddler.  Offer her a comrade in arms.  Your correction, however well meant, could be the story of shame she tells, the basis for her defensive online ranting, the joke she laughs about with her spouse.  But your encouragement, however slight, your acknowledgement of her hard work – that will change everything.  That’s how confident mommies are made.  What a gift you are.

love.

Fit with Fave Week 4: Green Food

Okay, kids, it’s about to get real.

This week’s challenge might be a bit of a challenge, but we want you to try it.  Give it a go for a week or two or four, don’t give up, keep on keeping on, and see where you wind up.  You’ve already assembled your team, shrunken your plates, and swapped out one of your daily beverages for good old fashioned water, which is awesome.  Now here’s what I want you to do:

See that plate of yours?  The small one you switched to a few weeks ago, the 7-8 incher that you used to eat salad off of but now have to squish your whole meal on to?  It’s time to bring back the salad.

This week’s challenge: Fill half your dinner plate with salad or other green food.  Draw a line right down the middle of that little plate and declare that everything to the left (or right, whatever) of said line is going to be made of plants.

photo by the incomparable Shannon Hannon

photo by the incomparable Shannon Hannon

Take a breath, all you lettuce haters.  You’re gonna be okay.  But it’s tough love time.

We talked in the beginning of this challenge about it being time to eat like a grown up.  Here’s the thing:  if you want to live a long time, and feel healthy, and have good blood pressure and a happy little heart and all of those lovely things, survey says you need to eat a lot of plants.  I will not rob you of cheese, or steak, or hot dogs, or pulled pork sandwiches (or donuts), but the compromise is that you’re going to have to teach yourself to enjoy some vegetables.  Now, I’m not saying you have to tuck into an iceburg lettuce and carrot shard mountain with a smile on your face – try some different things!  Figure out what works for you.  If it’s a vegetable or fruit, I will count it as salad for this first leg of our run.  Half your plate is strawberries?  Fine.  For now, I’ll take it.  But don’t you pansy out on me here.  You need to try.  Try messing around with some fresh vegetables – it’s spring!  The world is abundant!  Roast some asparagus, broil some broccoli, saute the heck out of some spinach… try.

If you can make it a straight up salad, you may consider yourself superior to others.  Way to go, you!  And, for now, I’m going to leave you alone about what’s on the salad.  Whatever you need to put on there, fine, as long as about 90% of your salad is actual plant matter – toss in a bit of cheese, or some ranch, or BY ALL MEANS nuts.

Over the next few weeks, we’ll be entering a “Pimp Your Salad” series, in which we will slowly makeover the salad half of your plate until it is so ridiculously full of nutrition that no one even notices the mac and cheese on the other half of your plate because you look like such a gersh dern healthy eating rockstar.  Which is the goal.  Naturally.

Half that plate goes green.  Downsize your other entree/side items so they fit nicely on their own side of the line.

If you need ideas, or struggle with how to find some veggies you like, or want some recipes, I will answer your comment below faster than you can say “Don’t give up!  You can do it! ”  Or at least by that very evening.  Scout’s honor.

Go forth and eat green food.

love.

 A note on science: This idea to do a half plate of salad is basically a generalization of about a bazillion studies that suggest eating a diet with large amounts of fruits and vegetables does everything from prevents disease to improves blood flow to God knows what else.  But the good folks at Harvard sum things up nicely with their cute little plate illustration, and if you can’t trust the smarties at Harvard, who can you trust?  In fact, Harvard’s Nutrition page is actually pretty great in Fave’s opinion.  Check it out here. 

 

Chapter 6: Fable’s Sixth Month

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Most treasured of all beautiful girls -

Half a year.  It has been half a year since that day you and I wrestled each other for so many endless hours, half a year since your selkie dreamling self was placed on my weary teary chest, half a year since we locked eyes and began to belong to each other.  It feels like minutes.  It feels like always.

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At six months old, you are everything wonderful.  You delight in people – you smile at strangers and seek out the someones who seem to be having the darkest days for target practicing your soul-mending grin.  I love watching you light up faces, loving people in that wholly holy innocence and nearness to God that only the tiniest posses.  You delight in me, which is the best of all things – I am so honored to be the recipient of your gazing and cooing and earliest hard-won giggles.  The worst of our days are still by far the best of mine.

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You adore your daddy.  I remember waiting for my daddy to get home from work, remember knowing he could do anything, remember the weightlessness of sleeping in his big strong daddy arms, and I love to watch you love yours.  The two of you snuggled up with a story, or wandering through the market, or sharing early morning secrets – I will carry these pictures with me until I am old, and you are grown, and your dad is no longer the hero of everything – although maybe still the hero of you, with the right mix of luck and love and pride.

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You are so aware, and so contemplative – you crave nature and beauty and real things to see, and you waste no attention on screens or devices.  You are a curator of breezes and colors, of tree sways and neighborhood dogs – an observant collector of sights and smells and all that is real.  You choose touch, and closeness, and sleeping well snuggled.  You are happy to peacefully ride along on my back, napping at intervals and practicing greeting the world at eye level.

You are one of the most determined little souls I’ve met – my stubborn streak and your father’s love of perfection have met in you to birth stoic perseverance.  When you have a goal in mind, your attention span is mighty.  You will be a gale force wind, tiny beautiful girl.

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Your eyes are still blue.

You roll now, and scoot, and you make good time – I’ve watched you travel 10 feet in a minute in pursuit of a ball or that darned enthusiastic snail.  Soon we will have to figure out how to protect this house from your determined little hands, or rather, how to protect you from it, or maybe a bit of both.

You love sweet potatoes.  You remain undecided about pears.

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You are having a noteworthy love affair (an obsession?) with iced beverages, specifically those belonging to grown ups, specifically any grown up in whose lap you happen to be sitting.  I didn’t know your eyes could get as big as they do when a glass of iced tea or lemonade slips up past you, your little hands quaking with excitement, reaching with the most eager reverence.  Soon, tinsy girl.  So, so soon.

You think coughing, and really only coughing, is funny.  You almost (almost!  almost!) laugh.

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Today, you sat up on your own while I counted to ten.  Tomorrow, I’ll count to twenty and you’ll be graduating college.  I used to think years were short, but nothing was ever as fast as these last few months with you.  It’s impossible that so many long, long nights equal the shortest six months of my life, but here we are.

We love nothing on this earth so much as you, tiny beautiful girl.  Bigger than the sky, wider than the world, deeper than the sea, taller than the stars.  I knew God before you, but I feel Him so differently now that you’re here.  I am so honored to spend my days trying to glimpse what you see and hand you what I know.  How I love you, tiny one, my very best girl.  How lucky I am to be your mama.

love.

Fable at six months:

Likes: Riding on mama’s back, rolling around like crazy, squishy ball and her noisy snail, long walks, sitting up on the bed and going kaboom, coughing, eating in her big girl chair, letting bare feet be free, petting dog, loving aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents, Dan’s blue jacket, touching icy drinks, tasting everything.

Dislikes: Too much downtime, waking up in crib, tasting water, practicing holding cup, not being able to see what’s going on, riding in car, teething.

Firsts: Roll, and the two bazillion rolls that followed, successful sleep in crib, tooth!, sit up by self, sweet potatoes, oatmeal, peas, apples, pears, sip of water, sleep through the night. (wow… big month!)

Kerrera Cardigan

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Pattern: Kerrera For Kids by Gudrun Johnson

Yarn: Cascade 220 Superwash in the most delicious green

Here’s my Ravelry project page.

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More pictures of this sweet sweater here.
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Fit with Fave Week 3: Swap for Water

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Hello, and welcome to week 3.

When I was a kid, we were huge fans of the Dr. Demento’s Christmas Album.  We listened to it obsessively every year, and one of the tracks was a sketch from a Canadian comedy show that featured Rick Moranis and Dave Thomas as two goofy Canadian guys doing their own version of The 12 Days of Christmas.  During the song, there’s a moment where one of them says “Hello, and welcome to day 10.”  What is the point of this pointless story?  There isn’t one.  That’s just the voice I hear when I type “Hello, and welcome to week 3.”  You are soooo welcome for that detour into my crazy little world.

Anyway.

Week 3, kids!  By this time, you are hopefully getting comfortable eating off of smaller plates, and you’ve hopefully had some heart to hearts with the fam to make sure you’re all on the same team.  I’d love to hear how that’s been for you, if you feel inclined to comment!

This week is another pretty simple one – don’t worry, the challenges will get more difficult as we go, but keep in mind that our goal is to make small, slow, sustainable changes – no quick fix dieting here.  These are permanent swaps, so we aren’t going to rush things.  That said, this week is a Swap for Water week!  To play, swap one of your beverages per day out for plain old water.  Usually have a soda at lunch?  Water.  Usually grab a Diet Coke as a midday thirst quencher?  Water.  Orange juice with breakfast?  Try good old fashioned water!  Late morning coffee break?  Grab a glass of tasty tasty water.

I used to hate drinking water, so I get it if this bugs you.  Try it with cucumber, or lemon, or mint, or just really, really cold!  Add some fresh ginger or peppermint to some hot water to make tea! (I will count unsweetened tea as water, here, kids.  Cheat away.)  You only have to swap out one daily beverage for this challenge, so decide which one it will be (you know your usual habits) and commit!  I’d recommend not forgoing your morning coffee on this challenge, because I’d like you not to hate me and your life.

IMPORTANT: No Crystal Light or other weird droppy business in this once a day water beverage.  Add anything else you want to your water, but no chemicals and no pure sugar.  Fruit?  Yay!  Herbs?  Yay!  Whatever the hell this stuff is?  Booooooooooo.  Box of shame for you.

“But Karyn,” you say, “I don’t really drink anything but coffee during the day.”  Cool.  Add a glass of water.  ”But, Karyn,” other you says, “I already drink a crap ton of water and nothing else at all save for a nightly glass of wine that I cannot willnot forfeit!”  Word.  You’re done here.  Skip ahead to the Go-Ahead Challenge.

Swap one daily beverage out for water.  Keep eating off of your shrunken plates.  Have a real, homemade cookie if you can get your hands on one.  Because I said so.

love.

Go-Ahead Challenge: Two vegetarian days.  Don’t worry, I’m not going to make you stop eating meat or animal products all together and live off of juice or anything like that.  But this week, try having two full days where you eat no meat at all.  Bonus points if you eat actual vegetables instead of meat, but it’s early yet.  Do what you can.  Two veggie days!  Go forth and carrot.

Tiptoe

Last Sunday we finally got the chance to go check out the Tulip Fest in Woodburn.  Holy gorgeous, Batman.

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It was crowded, but worth it – we took a nice stroll around the fields and Faby entertained herself by trying to reason out the significance of color.  That child always seems to be pondering something incredibly important.  Sweet serious girl.

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You’re welcome for the 90s vignetting there.  And here are my two most beloved faces.  Tragedy and comedy?

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Aw tinesy.  You and tulips are a match made.  I can’t believe that next year you’ll be able to tiptoe through them!

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love.