Friday, September 6, 2013
Seven Quick Takes: Vol. 4
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On Wednesday night Joseph came home early. Usually a good thing. This time?
He'd been working on a window install all day feeling awful.
When this man gets sick, which is pretty rare, he gets it bad. When I asked him if I could do anything for him once I'd put the kids to bed and came back to the couch where he lay under a blanket with his feet sticking out (he's tall - the couch throw just won't do), he said,
"Just shoot me."
To which I replied, "Can't. I have a moral issue there, and I like you. A lot. Also, we own no guns."
"Just go out to the shop and get a nail gun or a drill then," he said.
Morbid. I know.
I dragged a mattress upstairs, made him a bed and got a proper blanket.
He's alive and semi-feeling better. I however, have whatever he has. At one point yesterday, I felt the nail gun sentiment very acutely.
More cheerful thoughts...
When Joseph was down and out, I made homemade Nutella. Since I got sick the following day, I feel like it's contaminated. But it was fairly easy, so if I throw it out and make it again, it won't be so bad.
1 c. Hazelnuts
1 c. Semi-sweet or milk chocolate chips
2 tbsp. coconut oil (canola would work)
Evaporated milk (enough to almost cover the chocolate chips)
1. Toast the hazelnuts at 350 for 12 minutes or until the skin is blistered and the but meat is golden brown. Pour them into a dish towel, fold it over them and roll them around on the counter until most of the skin has come off. Some leftover skin is not a big deal.
2. In a food processor, grind hazelnuts till they form a dry paste.
3. In a microwave-safe dish, pour the chocolate chips and almost cover with milk. (Leave the top layer of chips uncovered). Microwave for 30 seconds at a time, stirring till mixture is smooth. Let it cool a little before mixing with nuts.
4. Add oil to nuts and process. It will be a runny consistency. Add the chocolate when just warm and process till everything is smooth.
5. Strain through a sieve for ultimate smoothness, or leave as is. Makes about 1.25 cups.
This will keep on the countertop in an airtight container for about a week. If refrigerated, it solidifies but will still melt on toast.
We spent Labour Day Monday with my in-laws. We've established a 3-year tradition of attending the CFL (Canadian Football League) Labour Day Classic between the Stampeders and Eskimos. Over 3 years I've become a bit more of a fan. This year I even wore a "Fan on Board" T-shirt with an arrow pointing to my baby bump. The boys ate copious amounts of sugar and salt (as did I), and we even sent in their picture for the "Get your game face on," prize (a Tim Horton's gift card). They didn't win but they were pretty thrilled to see themselves on the big screen.
I just re-read and realized how stereotypically Canadian this all sounds to possible American readers. Eskimos... Stampeders... Tim Horton's.
Interesting fact about Canadian football: 3 downs instead of 4. As a new sports fan, I'm kind of unclear about what this does to the game... But to me, it sounds like players have less chances to score on a larger field in the Canadian game. Correct me if I'm wrong. If I am, then I can make Joseph think I'm savvy next time it comes up in conversation.
I don't know about you, but it does me a lot of good to be married to someone who thinks I'm beautiful.
This morning, while I was curled up in bed, thinking about that nail gun, Joseph came in and said to me,
"I know you feel terrible, but you still look really good." He does tend to be very honest so I don't doubt he actually thought that.
A selfie I took to confirm whether or not he was lying. I look pretty bad in my mind, but it just goes to show that love does a lot for appearances.
I may have found some pregnancy workouts that actually work with the crazy changes that are going on right now.
I have been feeling, shall we say, rotund. But also just plain unhealthy. So I decided I needed to get out in these final days of warmth and see if my body has what it takes.
Walking leaves my hips very sore, so you can forget about jogging. I'm not in love with the gym concept either, or exercising in front of other people for that matter. So swimming is for sure out (my allergy to chlorine has a lot to do with that one too).
So what's a self-conscious preggo with a need for movement do?
Exercise videos yes... But on Tuesday, I actually hooked up the bike trailer and took the boys to the library. Why this didn't leave me sore, I don't know, but it was fantastic. The library is about 2.5 km away, so not overly ambitious. The route is also fairly flat. V for big victory here. There's hope for some pregnancy fitness after all.
It also solves that exercise in front if people dilemma because I ride by people too fast do them to actually observe my million body insecurities. They probably don't see what I see, but I'm still working on that concept.
Two weeks in a row where my body issues have come up. Maybe a post on body image is in the making.
That's an oldie of Carter at 2 or 3 months. First smiles.
Looking at my boys' baby photos makes me super excited to meet little guy #3!
Newborns and little babies are my favourite. Yes, they don't do much, but I relish the opportunity to hold and snuggle. Patrick and Carter grew out of that way too fast!
Quite a few of my friends and family members are expecting their first baby this year. I am so excited for them! Not just because babies are cute and lovely, but because of the amazing changes in the mothers themselves.
When I became a mom, I had a rapid learning curve that required me to change so many things about my life, and my heart. I became softer in a way, more pliable. I suppose that happens when you no longer think so much about your own needs, and when there's a helpless little person who needs everything from you. Some days you think you're not going to make it through, but somehow you find a way, some inner strength, or just some much needed help. The first baby makes and breaks you in ways you've never experienced. I witness these changes more in other women than in myself. It is nothing short of a miracle.
So, prayers and love to those new mamas today!