Lets Chat: Alternative Medicine versus Modern

Read THIS article.

And lets chat.

Vegan couple faces jail due to the death of their 11 month old.

The article states the baby was fed solely vegan breastmilk, "She was also suffering from deficiency of vitamins A and B12, which may have left her susceptible to infection. She died of a pneumonia-related illness."

I have an opinion and will post it later today. First, I want to hear your thoughts like SHOULD THE PARENTS GO TO PRISON?

You're on the jury, give me your arguments!!!

Conversations with a Two-year Old

Him pointing to something brown: "Mom, BROWN!"

Me: "Sawyer, of all the colors I drill into your head, you remember brown???"

Him: "Yes!"

Me: "And can I ask why that is?"

Him: "Mom, because of POOP!"

I should of known.

Something I Shot but NOT with a Gun

I'm surprising myself at how INTO this I'm getting. I was sooooo excited for a new camera. Before I even got the thing, I was watching tutorials on youtube.

I know, I'm like that kid in class that did her homework early, asked for more and everyone wanted to punch in the face.

I've had the camera for almost a week and feel comfortable shooting in manual mode.

That means I'm adjusting stuff people.

Like APERTURE.

And SHUTTER SPEED.

And ISO!!!

I'm SPOT METERING!

I know these words and what the numbers mean. I'm giving myself homework assignments. Seriously, I LOVE PHOTOGRAPHY.

My homework this week is leaning the basics of Photoshop Elements. I have Apple's Aperture on my computer but it seems like a more advanced version of iphoto and I wanted to try something more in tune with editing so Photoshop Elements is on the hubby's computer and I'm going to learn it.

Right now, it speaks to me in some foreign language while I stare at it unable to guess what it's trying to tell me. I'm not sure but I think it might of even called me a stupid American. Give me a week photoshop and you'll be my little Bit*h.

This is where I watch a hundred youtube videos. I love strangers with their free tutorials.

Valuable Lesson

Sawyer has been learning many life lessons recently.

VALUABLE LIFE LESSONS.

Just yesterday he learned running with hands in pockets might keep you warm but might not catch your fall.

He literally ATE DIRT.

I told him you also don't run with your heels in your hands after too many margs in Mexico. I'm a good mom like that.

There was a tree.

In the middle of the ground.

The prettiest tree.

That you ever did see.





Lord help me; I can't stop taking pictures and I'm quoting Barney lyrics. My life is over.

Putting that baby to work!

This camera is a MACHINE. I mean, it feels all beefy and like, it will work hard and seems like it won't complain when I whip it with leather belts. Kids these days are sooo wimpy.

Even my husband is excited about it. He said, "This thing is no joke, it's like you are holding a full on computer."

Yes I am.

There are lots of numbers and dials and I'm learning them. Slowly I'm learning them. I love learning them.

Camera and Holly sitting in a tree.

Our first day together went something like this:

Baby Strebel #3 !!!!

I took a few pictures of a proud big brother.

She already likes pink.

I'm sooooo happy she is home!

Isn't she cute???


He just wanted to push her all around the basement:


She loves to swing:



So far I call her click.

We might even co-sleep.

Rain, rain come out and play

And stay her a few more days.

I have an announcement that might have to wait. There is a growing wildfire in our neck of the woods. The road that takes us from our house to Denver is CLOSED.

Wishing the fire goes hungry without any houses in its belly.

And rain of course.

I Scream

Last night Geoff mentioned that he wanted to try breast milk ice cream.

Guess what I'll be churning up this week?

Raise your hand if you just gagged on a little vomit. Don't worry, I'll save you guys a bowl!

Shake

I'm dying, dying, DYING for a fancy new (or used) camera.

And a Bob stroller so I can run a little easier with the kiddos. The current Baby Jogger isn't doing it for me.

But my selfishness will have to wait, sometimes money is better spent on other things in other places.

Help Japan.

Get your mind out of the gutter.

I might have to code some of this so my blog doesn't get classified as starts with a 'P' rhymes with corn.

Because it's NOT that kind of blog.

I mean I think I've said "vagina" enough for the rest of this blog life but it's not often that I say

Ummmm,

penis?

Can I say that?

Whatever, this is NOT a dirty post, this is science.

SCIENCE people.

Geoff and I were in the hot tub the other night and he was talking and talking and talking.

Maybe he was talking about gas prices, the future of our economy, his status at work, our family.

I have no clue. I couldn't focus on what he was saying because I had no idea whether a penis floats or sinks.

Seriously. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I had to stop him and ask. Don't men know EVERYTHING about their own, uhhh, stuff?

So I asked him. I said, "Okay, you have to stop talking, I don't hear you, I can't concentrate, all I want to know is if your penis floats."

You should of seen the look on his face and guess what?!?! He didn't know! He NEVER wondered if his manhood floats or sinks. He said it just hangs out but NOTHING just hangs out, I mean, things float or sink right?

I was going to suggest scientific testing but he suggested something else.

So being the patient person I am, I waited.

And waited.

And waited.

A WHOLE WEEK PEOPLE.

And guess what I found out last night? They are floaters.

If you are ever in a Titanic situation and there aren't enough life vests, find yourself and man and hold onto his junk.

Basically this blog saves lives.

White Shoes after Labor Day

Post Baby Emotions

I've never been one to battle depression or anxiety. I'm known to be incredibly laid back, too laid back. Stuff gets thrown at me and I just jump over it and move on. I've never been a jealous person or a self conscious person. I've always been one to lift others up but after I had children, I sometimes wonder what happened to that girl.

It's amazing how hormones can swing everything around.

I don't feel depressed but there are times I'm in a funk.

There are times I feel fat and ugly.

There are zero reasons I should feel that way.

Isn't it CRAZY what hormones can do? The power they have? How they can turn a happy, confident person into something else? I'm so over those damn things! In the height of feeling incredibly fat and needing a diet I weighed myself to find that at 117 pounds, I'm close to the smallest I've ever been. Hormones sure are bitchy and convincing to make me feel otherwise.

I have the greatest husband, GREATEST. I have no reason to ever feel jealous of anything or anyone but sometimes I am scared he might find someone hotter, funnier, smarter than me and leave. So I put on a dress and I dry my hair and greet him with a passionate kiss. Then I look in the mirror and remember that I'm cute and funny and smart and damn it, if anyone left me, they would be the stupid one.

I talk to friends that just had babies and they share their fears, things they say they KNOW is irrational but can't help but feel it. FEEL it. We know these things aren't true but FEEL it. Isn't that crazy? What happened during evolution to make us so unbalanced after a roller coaster rage of hormones fueling our bodies (forming babies), emotions, thoughts?

I'm a FIRM believer that food has incredible powers. What you put into your body, becomes your body, thoughts and feelings. I no longer feel the 'sand in vagina' mood; my time of the month came early, and went. Pair that with a post-baby body, a still breastfeeding mommy and house of four that needs constant work: teething baby, demanding toddler, hard working husband and it's no wonder I can feel tired, run down, ugly and fat.

But I'm stronger than that. I will change habits that need to be changed: eat more raw food, cut down sugar or meat or drinks or WHATEVER that may interrupt my hormones and be that person that lifts others up AGAIN, inspires others to feel great about themselves AGAIN, remember that I AM GREAT.

And pretty.

And skinny no matter what the scale says.

And more than anything LOVED by a teething baby, demanding toddler and hardworking husband.

I will beat the hormone roller coaster. I will punch it in the face.

Do you ever feel like your hormones have complete control over your emotions? How do you punch them in the face?