Thursday, February 19, 2015

Our Designated Messy Place

Our unfinished basement has become a home for unleashed creativity.

We craft.

We play.

We listen to the Annie soundtrack on the highest possible volume and sing

"The sun will come out tomorrow!"

We get really messy. And that's acceptable because guests are not permitted in that space. That is a space created for a son and his mom to break every rule and get a little dirty.

We create...

Coming soon, a new announcement to this FreakoMOMics blog...

You can hardly wait, can't you?

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

There's a Lot of Poop, Butt

If I add up all my hours spent in oversized cardigans tucked away in a quiet coffee shop writing, it's not enough.

If I add the minutes of hearing a new song for the very first time and the way it overtakes my entire body on a long drive just me and the open road, it doesn't come close.

If I think of all the incredible places I've seen for the very first time and the way it sends a rush of adrenaline through my entire body, it's still not the same.

If I count the seconds spent with the gentle wind in my face on a bike ride in Bloomington or a run at the park, it's not quite there.

The old buildings and old art and old music with old people who know more than I think I'll ever cram into my brain...Trees and sunsets and ocean waves and all of my favorite things.

It just doesn't quite get me that moment when you ask me to sing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star just one more time, that moment when you look at me like I am your entire universe, like I'm enough...just me, the way I am. None of these things that used to fill me up, fill me like you.

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Our Ocean Voyage to Florida

We are floating on a ship in the middle of the ocean...just you, me and Johnny the Dog. No one else knows we are there so we have to hide anytime we hear someone. Every so often we throw our hands in the air and scream:


You tell me to be quiet. They will hear us. We giggle so quietly that we are the only two that can hear our tiny giggles. The sun drops and it quickly becomes night.

"Shhhhhh. Go to sleep, mommy," you say.

And I do.

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star," you sing rubbing my back just as we do for you every night.

I almost actually fall asleep.

"A shark!" you scream pointing toward the water. And sure enough, there's a shark. I scream as well.

"Baby, come here. I'll protect you from the sharks," I say as you pretend to bite me.

"I'M THE SHARK!" You declare. Suddenly our journey is over.

"Florida!" you say. "We made it to Florida. We're here, we're here."

And we are in our version of Florida laying on a pile of pillows in our livingroom pretending to be on a ship in the middle of the ocean...just the two of us and Johnny the Dog.

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Paleo for The Pre-School Chef

Paleo...I've always been a little anti fad diet, but this one intrigued me mainly because my weakness has always been carbs (and cheese) (and sugar). I'm in my 4th week now and I'm feeling great. It wasn't always this easy...

Week one-I hope no one looks at me wrong because I may snap. Bread. I just want bread. Chocolate. I would eat bread and chocolate and cheese together if you put it in front of me right now. I hate just about everything right now. I have a headache. Don’t talk to me.

Week two-I think I’m through the detox phase. I’m starting to get excited about all of these Pinterest recipes. I swore I’d never be a “pinterest person”, but I am a Pinterest Paleo Freak of a Person now. 

I have always hated grocery shopping mainly because of all the options. Paleo has made this process easier. 

Here is my Paleo Grocery List:
  • Cashews
  • Almonds
  • Avocados 
  • Cauliflower-(2-3 heads-organic)
  • Spring mix lettuce
  • Spinach
  • Kale
  • Romaine lettuce
  • Strawberries
  • Blueberries
  • Celery
  • Green beans
  • Carrots
  • Mushrooms
  • Organic Chicken (this means GMO free)
  • Frozen mangoes
  • Bananas
  • Eggs
Here are my favorite EASY recipes:
Banana Ice Cream:
  • Slice 3 bananas into thick slices
  • Place on tray in freezer for 2 hours
  • Toss into blender and blend until it looks like this:

Cauliflower Rice-
o   Chop a cauliflower head.
o   Toss in food processor
o   Sauté on high heat with olive or sesame oil. It tastes just like rice, I swear.
Cauliflower Mash-
o   Steam cauliflower
o   Toss in food processor (with excess water from steaming).
o   Add a dash of sea salt.
Apple Glazed Chicken-
o   Put a couple chicken breasts in crock pot.
o   Coat in honey.
o   Juice 3-4 apples, pour over chicken.
o   Add one juiced lemon.
o   Add amino acids (if you have it handy).
o   Cook on low for 3 hours and shred.

One thing I’ve learned about this plan is I’m nuts, but also the importance of keeping actual nuts handy for energy. Raw cashews are my favorite. Second in line: raw almonds. And then pistachios. I’ve also picked up the ball jar salad trick and I’m impressed with the freshness.
Sweet tooth like me? Try this:
o   Chocolate chip peanut butter cookies
o   ½ C. almond meal/flour
o   1 scoop of peanut butter (smaller is better)
o   A dash of Enjoy Life mini chocolate chips
o   A little Honey
o   A little Maple syrup
o   Cinnamon
o   1 Tsp vanilla
o   A little coconut sugar
o   1 egg (you can sub water)

Saturday, January 10, 2015

A Record Player and The Theater

Our day wasted away listening to old records with our feet propped up on the dining room table. You asked me about the music.

"Is this Uncle Josh?" you asked.

"No, this is Miles Davis," I responded.

"Why isn't he singing?" you said.

"Because this is jazz, honey...some of the best music you will ever hear."

"Ok," you said.

"Check out my moves," you screamed as you body convulsed around the living room.

"Check out my moves," you said.

Where do you learn these awesome phrases? We got dressed up and went to your very first movie. "Annie." You smiled with a full cheeked smile and squinty eyes. Anytime we laughed, you laughed so loud it made other people in the theater laugh.

When we got home, it was back to old records and running around the house at full speed. These are my favorite things, honey...old music, new movies and the three of us.

Sunday, December 28, 2014

Just a Few More Minutes

Your head once fit perfectly under my chin.

Your tiny body curled so tightly around my stomach.

Your hands would knead my arm as if trying to bring blood to the surface.

Your eyelids would flutter softly down.

Your tiny breaths smelled of sugar.

You squeaked like a little mouse.

I would pull you in so tightly and stare at the moon from the two story room of your freshly painted nursery. I would beg for time to pause, to slow this moment down. It was 3ish am. I was tired. I was begging for sleep, but in that moment it seemed to be just the two of us awake in the universe. We were connected in a way I never felt connected to another human, connected in a way that is unbreakable, breath robbing like pain and utter joy meeting at the exact same time.

Your head now towers over my shoulder.

Your toes stretch down to my knees.

Your hands fall roughly around my neck.

Your eyes fight sleep begging for more time.

Your breath smells of macaroni and cheese and chicken nuggets.

You tell me to sing "Twinkle, twinkle."

And I do for the fifth time as you fade away.

You are almost 3 and here I sit rocking you staring at the exact same moon in a different nursery begging to slow this moment down, begging for a few more moments.

Monday, December 15, 2014

One Day

One day you will feel defeated. You will feel as though someone deflated the balloon you've been floating in for years. You will feel like beat up concrete with a pot hole and you may even pop a few tires just to make yourself feel better. You'll feel this way one day, I promise.

And when you do, think about matchbox cars on a Friday night. Think about your dad and I sitting on the tired carpet in our living room night racing matchbox cars through the tiny dining room.

"Again!" you scream.

We gather all the mismatched cars and we race again. Your dad reassures you even when your car barely moves 3 inches.

"Good job," he says. "You're doing great."

Think about matchbox cars on a Friday night. Think about ducks and the way your face used to light up every time you saw them. Go see the ducks. Think about your cousins and the undivided attention they gave you.

"Chase me!" you would scream. And they would chase you through the house giggling and screaming even when their legs were tired and their eyes were sleepy.

Think about ice cream on a hot summer day and hot chocolate on a snow covered night. Think about the basic simplicities that used to fulfill your happiness because that is all you really needed...your family. That is all you really ever needed.

And then stand up...brush the dust off your shoulder, wake up and own the next day. That's the beauty...the sun will always rise and you will always have a choice.