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Diet Changes Are Hard

A couple days ago I started this post about frustrations with food and family. It was kind of a difficult afternoon around here! I don’t remember what started it off, but somehow there were frustrations boiling to the surface about the changes in our diet that I’ve made this year, some specifics of which I’ve documented here.

I haven’t given much background on these diet changes, but my New Years’ resolution this year was to become a GMO-free house. That came from some article I read about finding correlations between Round-Up and food allergies, cases of ADD and ADHD, autism spectrum, and rises in infertility. I don’t have the original source, but the graphs showing the nearly 1-for-1 relationship between use of GMOs/Monsanto pesticides and these new human conditions are shocking. What are we putting into our children? What is it doing to them? I’m not saying I totally agree that GMOs are to blame for all these ills. Correlation does not equal causation. But when in doubt, I avoid.

In my quest to rid my pantry of GMOs, I stumbled upon a whole bunch of other bad shit about food. Even if food isn’t genetically modified, there are still lots of Round-Up pesticides that can be used on it. I don’t like those pictures of people wearing haz-mat suits and spraying chemicals on food. So now we eat organic fruits and veggies. Not just whenever possible, but always. If it isn’t available in organic, then we don’t get it. Period. Not only is this because organic food is less likely to have pesticides (I don’t believe anything is 100% free of any other thing) but organic food is also more nutrient-dense. If I have to fight to get the family to eat veggies, then at least the bites they do take should be full of nutrients. Full of them I say!

My final point about organic fruits and veggies is the social impact. By buying organic, I’m telling the market that pesticides and non-organic practices are not okay with me. I’m voting with my dollars and I’m supporting a farmer rather than a corporation. I don’t know who the farmer is yet (getting there!), and I’m sure that depending on where I get my food I’m still supporting a corporation, but at least there is one more person telling them that organic is the way to go. Okay, end organic rant.

Then I started reading about how foods affect our bodies and how food is our first line of defense against sickness. I want to print out one of those sayings about food is healthcare and hang it on my fridge as a motivator. I was interested in this because Kiddo1 has always had stomach problems. I’ll spare you the details, but it is not fun. We have done all kinds of things to help him, but nothing has worked. Changing our diet is the one thing we haven’t really tried too much that I think can really help. My son’s gut health is not good, and after reading about how some foods can affect our bodies, I think he needs some drastic changes in order to start feeling better.

Grain is difficult for some people to process. I hate jumping on the grain-blame-train, I really do. I love bread and pasta. I swore I would never give them up. I was raised in the Midwest, where corn and grain are king! I laughed at Atkins in the early 00’s and questioned why anyone would be dumb enough to give up grains. In this life of suffering, at least give us the pleasure of donuts, lasagna, and toast!

But then those grains went and fucked with my kid, and know my tune has changed.

He exhibits all the classic signs of having trouble with grains (not intolerance, but sensitivity – there is a huge difference). Again, I will spare you the details, but a quick Google search of grain sensitivity symptoms reads like an observatory journal of my son. Even if grains turn out not to be the culprit, I can’t look at this list of symptoms and ignore it. If eliminating grains could be the key to my son’s health, I have to try. I’ll try anything.

And that, dear blog, is where the struggles come in. Kiddo1 understands that he is not healthy, but he is not standing ready and willing to do something about it, especially when that something involves him giving up the comforts of bread. Also, Mr. Handsome and I have a delicate balancing act between getting him to eat the right things versus just getting him to eat, period! He does not have a strong appetite (my gut tells me this is a deeper symptom of the grain intolerance, and it is often listed as a symptom of grain sensitivity). Sometimes I can’t justify taking away bread when bread is all he’ll eat!

So there we are – feed him the “right things” and fight to get him to eat it OR just feed him something he’ll eat and avoid the fight. It’s a struggle that is on my mind all the time.

This is how I’m dealing (this, and WINE).

  • Offer the good stuff first. I know that 9 times out of 10 (or 10 times out of 10!) he’ll reject what I offer and want something else. But I offer and sometimes he takes it. I don’t give up. This has started to pay off if you can believe it. Details below.
  • Take the food to him. I don’t like this one, but I don’t know what else to do. This kid is 11 years old and I would like more than anything for him to just make his own damn food already! Not every meal, but a snack, breakfast, some lunches… these are not hard things to make. He is perfectly capable of making these meals BUT he’s not willing to make them with the things I want him to eat. Yet. In the meantime, I will bring things to him. And, now that he is getting used to some things, he’s making them for himself again. We’re also going to work on learning a few meals that he can cook himself. That is one of our summer goals. Eventually we will get back to the point where he’s making more of his food, but I feel like he needs a little hand-holding or a little guiding to get him through this transition. I know it sounds like babying, but in practice it is really me forcing him to eat what I want! So it’s messed up all around, really. But I find it easier to “force” him if he thinks he’s getting away with being lazy.
  • If When he doesn’t like the food I offer, he has to make something that he will eat and he has to actually eat it. And no one can decide they don’t like something until they taste it – even if it’s the millionth time it is served.
  • Stay positive about the changes. It’s really easy to say, nevermind, this is too hard. I have wanted to say it and give up several times! But as discouraged as I am by my son’s rejection, I’m motivated by him. He is my catalyst for change, he always has been. It is because I want him to be healthy that I started down this road in the first place. We have been “giving up” his whole life and that is changing. I tell Mr. Handsome – WE are the adults. We are the only force for change here. He will not change himself, and it should not be up to him to be the change! He’s a kid! We are the ones who need to take that burden for him. When he is ready, when we are ready, he can take on more responsibility, but we aren’t there yet.

Last night for dinner we had an amazing meal – pasture-based pork medallions with fingerling potatoes and caramelized onions alongside a romaine salad cut from the garden moments before serving. The potatoes were the “worst” thing on the table as far as nutrition goes! I cooked everything in my cast iron skillet with ghee made from grass-fed butter, otherwise no added dairy, no processed anything (the pork was the closest thing to processed, and only because it had to be butchered), no grains, no GMOs. A nearly perfect meal. So of course I knew Kiddo1 would reject it. BUT, I offered it first. I placed a medallion on his plate with some potatoes.

To my surprise, he ate the pork. To my utter shock and amazement he said he liked it! He said I could make it AGAIN! He ate the WHOLE THING!!! Not the potatoes or onions or salad, but whatever! I am clinging to my one success, no matter how small. It is really hard to get this kid to eat pork. It’s hard to get him to eat any meat but chicken, and even THAT is hard sometimes. (Side note: Part of my victory with the pork, I think, is that I finally learned how to cook pasture-based pork, which is different from conventional meat. More on that in another post; it will be a book review of “Long Way on a Little” by Shannon Hayes.)

Kiddo1 has also started eating a leaf of romaine with his sandwiches, which is the only thing keeping him in sandwiches right now. He tried some spelt flour tortillas and actually liked those, too, so I’m trying to encourage more wraps rather than sandwiches. He goes for it most of the time if you can believe it! More encouragement for me.

When I started this post a couple days ago, it was not on a good day. But since then there have been just enough small victories that I’ve managed to keep my head up. It is important to stay positive! If, after the frustrations a few days ago, I had relented, then I wouldn’t have had the victory last night. And it won’t be the only victory. Fueled by my love for my son and my desire to get him healthy, I will make it through the next disturbance about food and I will continue to cook 3 meals a day (even though it’s exhausting!) and offer him wholesome goodness at every meal. Someday it will be less of a struggle.

The HOW (and the when)

Okay, after a couple days of updates and a break for Father’s Day, I’m back to the goal stuff.

The What and Why have been documented, and we know Who is doing this (me and my family!) and Where (at home and in our community) – all that is left is the How.

How am I going to be more productive and consume less?

The answer is… I have no idea! I’m new at this. I guess I’ll be finding out as I go? Well, that’s not entirely true, I have some ideas. Have I mentioned toothpaste?

But really, though, how do I produce more than I consume? I think I should start by being mindful, and encouraging mindfulness in my family. By mindful I mean that I should start looking at everything like I’ve been looking at toothpaste. I want to ask questions – What is this? What’s in it? How are the ingredients made? Where does it come from? Who created this?

Of course, I have to figure out how to encourage these questions from my family without being annoying. I have been kind of annoying to them lately. I mentioned that I’ve started changing our diet already. Well, I did some things kind of fast. No more white bread or white pasta – when enriched flour foods were gone I replaced them with whole wheat or I banned them (still trying to keep the Little Debbie-like shit from coming in my house but that’s a separate fight, and at least one that I don’t have to have often). No more Jello (I make some using fresh juice and grass-fed gelatin now). I added lots of veggies – veggies at every meal when before we had them only a couple times a week. Way less pasta – once a week for dinner and that’s it (and now it is only half the dinner instead of the whole thing). And the biggest one (but honestly seemed the easiest to implement when it was all said and done) – no more sugary cereals AND cereal is now just a “lazy day” breakfast. We now eat home-cooked breakfasts at least five days a week or more. Kiddo1 had cereal this morning (first day of summer!) for the first time in weeks. Trader Joe’s O’s, plain, with raw milk. Oh yes, our milk went from convention to organic to raw pretty quickly.

That’s not the annoying part. I’ve been telling them why I switch things when they ask, and how much bad stuff is in some of the things we’ve been eating. I try not to lay it on thick, I really do, but sometimes I get away from myself! I have also not allowed them much of a transition. I am trying not to swap out the whole pantry at once, but I will change the bread they get overnight. One day it was white, the next is was wheat and no matter how much they protested I did not go back. They’re actually lucky on this one – I’m still buying bread but I would like to do away with it all together. More on this later; it’s more complex than it sounds.

So I am not shy to tell them what they’ve been eating sucks and I’m not slow to take it away. I’m a “yank the band-aid off while they’re distracted” kind of nurse I guess.

I digress! Mindfulness! That’s all I’m trying to get at here. I need better ways to encourage mindfulness in my family, and I’m not sure what those are yet, but I know being more aware of what we’re eating and what we’re buying is going to be helpful.

Step 2… I also want to read whatever I can. Reading books and articles about what I’m doing helps. Reading will be a way for me to broaden my scope and skills. I’ve read a couple homemaking-related books since I started writing again last week (I’ve been sick, lots of time to lay around and read) and I’ll write reviews of those soon. I want to research homemaking, the art of domesticity, etc. I want to learn all those things our grandmothers knew – how to sew, how to clean, how to use all parts of a cow, how to raise chickens and garden year-round, etc.

Step 3… Community (this is the hardest one for me!). I need to get out of my house and find other people who feel the same way. I’d love to take a gardening class or find a mentor that will help me learn. I want to meet a local farmer that I can buy meat from today but maybe trade for meat when I have something of value. I want to meet folks who tinker with cars and would do anything for a few jars of the jam I make every year.

I’m sure there are more steps. Learn to try things without fear of failure. Find the extraordinary in the ordinary. Meditate. Turn off the TV more, put down my phone more. Talk about my goal with others. Write about my goal 2 or 3 or 5 or whatever times a week.

I think I really will be find out how to do this as I go. I’ll be sure to write it down though.


Oh wait! The When! I left out one question – when. I’ve actually been thinking about this one a lot this week.

Obviously I’m starting now, or I’ve already started I guess, but when am I done? Better yet, because I know I’ll never be “done,” when is my target to have the production-to-consumption scale emphatically tilted to producing?

I’ve been thinking about 9 years, mostly because of my blog’s namesake. Well I called this blog 9 years later because I started it to document my second pregnancy, which occurred 9 years after my first pregnancy. So, you know, gotta follow that up with something equally epic (which is impossible, I know, as nothing is as grand as having a child). Plus, this is, like, a really big goal. I’m talking Make. All. My. Shit. (Hahahaha – so I’m proofreading and just now realize how funny that last sentence sounds. So I can’t remove it.)

9 years from now I want to have the skills that will enable my family and me to be free. Free to live anywhere we want – stay in our current house and build on, or maybe move to a farm, move to another country if we felt like it. I want to be free to decide whether or not I will continue with conventional employment. Free to make decisions about our future that are not hindered by questions like where will our food come from and where will we buy X, because those things won’t be major players in the decisions any more.

I know it sounds like a lot. I know it is a really lofty goal. I know it could fall apart at any moment! There will be successes, there will be failures. I’ll probably give up from time to time, but that’s why the blog is here! Oh dear blog, please keep me motivated by making me accountable. I can’t promise to post my progress and not follow through, right? We’ll see.

Mother Mary and the Farmer 5000, by Kiddo1

Mr. Handsome found this in Kiddo1’s backpack. They were studying Tall Tales at school, and he wrote one about me! Here it is, preserved on the blog. I did replace my real name with my blog name. Otherwise, all spelling, punctuation, and formatting were copied exactly as written by Kiddo1. Enjoy!

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Mother Mary is a very nice and delightful person. She grows food at her farm and sells them at the farmers market. Every day is the same, her picking and watering plants and taking them to the farmers market, then going back home. But today, it was different. When she got to the farmers market, she saw a huge grey box. She walked over to it. When she arrived, she was in a group of farmers. They were all muttering about this weird grey box. A small man stepped forward. “This, is the Farmer 5000,” he said, “and I am the owner and creator, Bob,” Bob finished.

“What does this Farmer 500 do?” someone asked. “Well, it farms and it can farm better than all of you… COMBINED!” he yelled. They all gasped and looked at Mother Mary. She stepped forward. “Not to be offensive, but no one is a better farmer than me!” Mother Mary said. “Then I challenge you to a grow off!” Bob said.

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Cover Art by Kiddo1

The next day it started. The ref gave them pumpkin, watermelon, and strawberry seeds. The ref blew the whistle and off they went. They planted, they watered, Mother Mary added her homemade sauce stuff. Then they went to sleep.

The next morning they awoke to find that all of their plants have sprouted! And their ripe and huge! The ref came over and was amazed! He got his measuring tape and measured.

Mother Mary’s strawberries were 3 inches tall! Her pumpkins were 5 feet tall! And her watermelon were 2 feet! Farmer 5000’s strawberries were 2.5 inches tall! It’s pumpkins were 6 feet tall! And its watermelon were 2 feet tall! The Farmer 5000 won!

Now it was time for the taste test. The people of the town were the testers. Mother Mary’s strawberries were WAY better. Her pumpkin pie was AMAZING! And her watermelons were AWESOME! Mother Mary wins the grow off!!

And that’s how the rest of Mother Mary’s life went. People challenged her every week. She won every week. And if you every went out to country side where she lived, you’ll notice a very, VERY nice green patch of grass. That’s where she lived.

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Update on the Kiddos!

Today I’m pausing on the goal talk because I want to super catch up on my documentation of how my children – big things going on lately! (Warning: proud mom bragging is about to commence!)

Today Kiddo1 had his last day of elementary school! And with it come SO MANY FEELINGS! I’m so proud of my son and all that he accomplished at elementary school: he was on the Safety Patrol (crosswalk guards) and did so many hours of work he got to go on the big reward trip to the local amusement park, he was a Junior Coach (playground helper) who helped to mitigate recess conflicts, he was voted into Student Council by his peers and served as Secretary, he served on a mentoring panel to learn about and carry out mentoring of younger students in the school, he read to Kindergartners and First Graders, he excelled with his grades, every teacher and admin only had positive things to say, and he was never sent to the office or kept after school. He’s a model student and friend, in my not-so-humble opinion.

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First day of elementary school on the left; last day on the right.

I’m proud and happy! Happy that we’ve all reached this milestone successfully together, and that he’s been able to take so much value from school. But I’m sad! Sad that my first born is already done with elementary school! In some ways it really does seem like not that long ago when we took him to school that first day. In other ways it seems like an eternity! So much has happened in our lives since that first day six years ago. He’s grown so much!

His next chapter brings a plethora of emotions, too. Middle school is coming! For context, I had a horrible time in middle school. It was easily the worst time of my life. It was my awkward phase – of puberty, of social relationships, of academics, everything. I had a great time in elementary school – just like my son I was involved, a great student, lots of friends. But in middle school I could not find my groove, and I’m not sure completely why, but I think about it often, trying to find the things to do or not do that will prevent my son from having the worst three years of his life, too. But the fact is, he’s a different person than me. When I’m rational about it, I know he will be fine. We will keep being involved, both with the school and of course with our son, and be as proactive as possible to keep things on a good path. He’s going to do great, I genuinely know that.

After school ended today, I officially have no children in elementary school! Baby2 won’t start for another three years. She has all kinds of other stuff going on now, though! She runs, she wants to touch and play with Every. Thing. She likes to take things out of containers – sometimes she likes to return things to their containers (but mostly not).

She talks, in a language few can totally understand, but we can. She says cute things like, “please mama” and “bye bye mama.” She says “shows?” when she wants to watch TV. She says ham, apple, water, pita and pizza (hard to tell the difference between those two, though). “Shoes,” that’s a cute one, too. She’s stringing a couple words together and I think I even heard a three-word sentence the other day (“Apple please mama?”). She tried really hard to say “Grandpa Bob” today – gapa bob is what came out. She will attempt to repeat almost anything, and she gets pretty close sometimes!

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Harvesting some garlic last week

Baby2 has weaned, officially. It’s been a week since I have offered, and she hasn’t asked for it. We were down to nighttime nursing, and had been, for the most part, since maybe a month or two after her first birthday. I was still working in the office back then, and I was just so damn sick of pumping at a year. I had a great conversation (via email) with my cousin in the Midwest who has a daughter almost exactly one year older than mine, about working without pumping or weaning. I told her I was sad to give up breastfeeding just because I was putting the pump away, and she encouraged me that I didn’t have to stop. I’m so glad I contacted her and followed her advice. It’s really been helpful for me, and of course Baby2, to keep nursing. I never, ever, never, in my wildest dreams, thought I would be nursing a 22-month old, but there we were! And I’m so grateful it turned out that way.

I’m really happy about the way our breastfeeding relationship has ended, too. It faded, slowly, literally into the night. It evolved from bedtime-to-morning nursing, to middle-of-the-night-nursing, to just early morning nursing, and then no nursing. The last time wasn’t really the “last time” because we didn’t know it. One night we were nursing, and the next night she slept through the night – no nursing. Don’t get too excited – she doesn’t sleep through the night consistently yet. It’s happened twice since. Not every night, but we’re getting there.

My sleep rules went totally out the window with this kid. Like I said the other day, I started writing a post about how my parenting views have evolved. Sleep is totally in there – it’s a big one. I’ll post it sometime. For now, just know that I went from rules, rules, rules, to what-the-fuck-ever. I threw up my hands with this baby and just let her do her thing, and it’s been okay. Yes, I would have liked to get more sleep this past year, two years. But, once I stopped trying to control the sleep, I really stopped stressing about it.

Okay, that’s enough for now.!


More about my crazy goal

Day Two! In a row! I came back, dear blog, and I will try to keep coming back.

Today I’ve got my goal on my mind. Yesterday I stated it, and then promptly drank too much wine celebrating it. I’m on a wine kick (red, the darker the better). But if I drink too much of it I wake up with a headache. Today my head has been hurting all. day. Anyway…

Here’s the goal: make more than we (as a household) consume.

Aren’t the most complex things sometimes wrapped up in the most simple packages? Five words (if you don’t count the stuff in the parenthesis), but they could take so many directions. What do those five words mean to me? Like I said, they don’t (necessarily) mean I’m quitting my job and opening a shop where I knit and blow glass and shit*. They don’t mean that I’m halting consumption either – some things just can’t go away (like wine**).

Let’s go back to what I’m working on already: eating better, growing food, making stuff over buying stuff. Like I called out yesterday, that last one has some good meat in it. Not making things for the sake of making them but making them instead of buying them. I started making my own toothpaste a couple months ago. It took about a week month of getting used to the new taste and texture, but now I love it (and my mouth feels so clean! All the time!). I have yet to get the rest of the family to make the switch though. But soon the Crest will run out… and that’s when I pounce! I think. I don’t have a clear strategy for converting them yet.

What is the point of making my own toothpaste? It isn’t like I don’t have the steady income from my job – I can drive myself to Tar-jay and buy some toothpaste. But lately I’ve become more… aware? Or am I just curious? Regardless, do you know about all the shit they put in toothpaste? And fluoride… I’ve always been skeptical (and was a supporter of Portland’s push to not fluoridate water last year), but after some recent fluoride news, I just can’t feel right about putting that in my family’s bodies (even if they do spit it out). The point I’m trying to make is – why should I buy toothpaste with a bunch of crap in it when I can relatively easily and hella cheaply make our own?

And why the fuck do “they” have to put so much crap in toothpaste??? Corporations aren’t looking out for their consumers’ interests in the slightest (this is not a new revelation to me, I know they are in the business of making money, it’s more like a clarification – not only do these corporations that make this shit want to profit above all else but they don’t even care if people are hurt because of their irresponsible practices).

The toothpaste point is, this goal isn’t about making stuff just to save money. It’s isn’t about figuring out how to making money in an unconventional way and it isn’t really even about saving money (although that is certainly a very fantastic by-product of being a producing household!). It’s about… the opposite of money: learning skills, finding non-corporate resources, carrying for my family with my own two hands and contributing to my community’s body of support. It’s about becoming aware of the shit that is in the shit the corporations want us to buy and… not buying it. Ignoring their noise entirely.

I digress. I’m totally going off on “the man” and that wasn’t my intent with this post. Buuuuuut, I’m kinda out of time for today. We’ll have to get to more logistics tomorrow. I think this is going to be a pretty lucid blog. I’m documenting my thoughts, sometimes thoughts I’ve already thought and sometimes thoughts that come to me as I’m writing down my thoughts! No more sentences like that though. 🙂


* Not that I wouldn’t do those things, because I totally would. They’re just not the focus right now.
** This is a bad example; I could totally make my own wine. I should! A better example would be…. paper. Silverware. Garden tools. Shoes. I’m overwhelming myself now, thinking about how I can make ALL THE THINGS.

Where does the time go?

Where does the time go, amiright? Baby2 is almost two years old and I haven’t written a proper blog post in nearly a year. I’ve had a couple draft posts going that I picked at from time to time, but I just haven’t felt as motivated to write as I did when I was pregnant.

This quest to find motivation has been on my mind a lot lately. In pregnancy I was so motivated to write, despite being tired, swollen, all my free time taken meeting my exercise goals, etc. Maybe pregnancy just provides such good fodder for my writing muscle… but it isn’t like life right now is boring! Maybe pregnancy provides the focused subject that I lack now. Maybe there’s just SO MUCH that I could write about now that I can’t focus.

Other than being a good writing subject, I’ve also thought about pregnancy as being like a goal, with giving birth being the ultimate culmination of all the hard work of growing a baby. It has all these sub-goals and milestones that are really great for making me feel like I’m progressing toward something.

Goals are good; everybody says so. I’ve never used them much in my personal life, though, other than the big goals like finish school, find a job, find a partner, buy a house, etc. Were those really goals or just things I wanted? Or things I thought I needed to do? They’re “life checklist” things – they aren’t focused goals (to me).

Lists are really by bag – they’re how I typically stay focused and organized. But as I examine that approach now, it suddenly hits me as reactive. I want to get shit done, but I want more than that. When I look back at the end of the day, or the decade, I want to be able to say that I did something more than keep the kitchen clean and the family fed. Not that those aren’t important things! Or that I’ll stop doing them, which can’t really happen! Lists are important, but I’ve leaned on them too heavily and completely forgotten about goals!

Lately this bug has caught me. I have a need to always have a project going on, but this is more than that. I want a project with lots of little sub-projects, that takes a long time to complete, that not only gives me a sense of accomplishment but provides something for my family and maybe even my community as well.

There are a few things I’m working on right now, but I think they make really nice sub-projects that could contribute to a bigger goal. First, I’m driving big diet changes for the family: reducing processed foods, reading/researching ingredients, making more from scratch. This leads directly into my second “thing:” growing food. We’ve kept a garden for the last couple years, but we finally have space for a lot more so I’m working on growing my skills there. Third, and directly related to the other two, is that I’m trying to make stuff whenever possible. Not like, craft with macaroni and shit (not to bash if that’s what you’re into) but “make stuff” like making my toothpaste and bread.

Those three projects have a lot in common I think. The third is the closest to my overall goal, which I just kinda figured out now* is – I want my household to produce more than we consume. More “stuff” needs to go out than come in. I’m not talking about creating an Etsy shop or simply spending less than we earn – I’m talking about using what we have, selectively buying what we need, re-evaluating what we actually need. Re-evaluating what we actually need – that is a big one too.

I want to use this blog to document my latest creation. I want to post more again – maybe not as much as I posted during pregnancy, maybe more, I don’t know! Clearly I haven’t worked out the logistics yet. I was just now able to articulate my goal! I hadn’t been able to really do that until I started typing. This blogging thing is good for the goals I think. Anyway, I’ll save the logistics for the next post.

For now, I have a goal so I’m going to toast to that!

*Although to be fair, I did start this post a couple days ago 🙂