Tuesday, September 17, 2013


One of my biggest challenges in blogging is getting "new" photos uploaded and ready to use. It is so annoying to me. Hence why this is a photo from our last cabin trip:


Eleanor loves swings. And the playground in general. Today when I tried to get her back into her stroller to leave the park she freaked out and arched her back. It was quite a scene.

But, guys, it's M&M time of year. You know? Sometimes you just want to eat M&M's, and this year it happened to me around...now. I had a coupon, then Target also had a sale, and (BAM) we bought three bags of M&M's in one shopping trip... peanut butter (duh), plain, and white chocolate/candy corn (candy corn? really?).

Please excuse me while I go downstairs and make some M&M cookies.

(Also, I realize my blog makes it seem like I eat sugar and fatty things all the time. This is only sort of true. I do love desserts and usually always have some sweets on hand, but I also try to limit dessert intake to maybe something after lunch if necessary and usually after the kids are in bed as a special treat... every night...so does that make it not a "special" treat? Maybe more like a"I made it through the day, I deserve dessert" reward. I exercise, though, so I feel like I am semi justified in having sweets)!

Enough trying to make myself feel better about it! Who cares, I'm going to make and eat some cookies!

Thursday, September 12, 2013

love these two

I just love these two:


Even when she is teething and cranky and wants to just lay on top of me and is super fussy and poops in the bathtub.

Yeah, it's been hard week or so.

Jamund and I are dealing with this strange week the best we can. Meaning we have started rewatching old "Sherlock" episodes and have been eating cheesecake ice cream/chocolate bars/ s'more bars/ etc. Don't judge us.

Monday, September 9, 2013

so maybe not so much...

yeah, so maybe it's not lactose.

I really tried to be good on Friday (and even got vegan pizza for dinner). I had yogurt at breakfast, but I tried not to have dairy otherwise. On Saturday, I used Lactaid pills. And I still felt yucky much of the time.


I researched (and of course was convinced I had) fructose malabsorption or maybe ulcers. But the thing is, without knowing what is wrong with you, it is hard to do elimination diets. Especially if you don't know which thing you have and the "bad" foods are different and even contradictory to each other.

So then I decided to just eat whatever and keep a food/symptom diary.

And then I also realized that I have a ridiculously bad family history of one type of digestive problem: gallstones. And I realized that my bad, bad pains usually followed fatty or fried foods (milkshake/fries/burger, Wendy's, pasta with sauce made with peanut butter, Trader Joe's cookie butter ice cream, croissants, quiche, etc.)

Of course, this is still just my newest working theory. But yesterday I didn't eat very much fatty/fried foods (I did have s'more bars for dessert...), and I felt basically fine the whole day!



We went to the cabin for Labor Day and it was awesome. I finished a Sherlock Holmes book I had been reading and started "The Fellowship of the Ring." (Note our new Ford Flex in the back of the above photo)

The kids love lakes. And beaches.


And just swimming in general.

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Okay one more of the new car:


I should post more about that, but probably not. Let's just say, the deal was almost lost over some all weather floor mats with a not so awesome salesman but then salvaged by another better salesman who we had test driven the car with the night before. And I got my floor mats, which turned out to be very useful the very day we got them (and drove to the cabin) when Ellie threw her milk and the bottle leaked—luckily all over said floor mats, which were then a breeze to clean up (versus stinky milk soaked cloth floor mats).

Anyway... yes. Life.

Friday, September 6, 2013

darn lactose

So awhile ago I was pretty certain I was lactose intolerant. I would take the pills when I had dairy, drink alternative milk options, etc.

Then I got pregnant and breast fed Simon and it was like I wasn't lactose intolerant anymore! I wondered if I had actually been mistaken in thinking that I was lactose intolerant at all. I was really only not breast feeding for a little bit before I got pregnant with Eleanor—and now I am remembering that in that short interim period I had some digestive problems/abdominal pain (I remember doing some yoga for digestion workout on Netflix to try and help it!).

Anyway, then I got pregnant and breast fed Eleanor... and now she is weaned and this week in particular, wow, I am feeling terrible! We had a milk shake at lunch time on Monday and Monday night before dinner I got really sharp abdominal pains that lasted a lot of the evening... then Tuesday morning I used some whole milk on my cereal and in the afternoon (we had a Frosty at lunch too)—abdominal pain.

Yesterday, I made some Trader Joe's cookie butter ice cream (in our relatively new ice cream maker). It was delicious but I ate maybe two or so scoops and, within two-three hours, I felt awful! I still feel pretty awful!

Last night I realized that I am probably lactose intolerant "again." I think that, for some reason, being pregnant and breast feeding "cured" my lactose intolerance but now whatever hormones or ability my body had for digesting the lactose has "run out" or gone away.

It is totally lame. I mean, we just got an ice cream maker! It seems like it is worse the higher the milk fat—does this make sense medically? I don't know, but when I drink/eat whole milk or heavy cream I feel like the abdominal pain and bloating (oh, the bloating!) is worse.

Has anyone else had a similar experience with this? Lactose intolerance going way while breastfeeding/pregnant? So weird. And is it true that yogurt isn't as bad as milk for lactose intolerance?

Wednesday, September 4, 2013


Today we went to the park with some friends from church. The kids love going to the parks (we meet at a different one each Wednesday of the month), and it is so nice to sit, eat lunch, and talk with other adults!

As I was packing up, I looked around for Eleanor but couldn't see her anywhere on the playground. This park has an open walkway out to a little parking lot which then leads to a moderately busy road (lots of cars, garbage trucks today, etc.), and she had earlier "escaped" to follow some friends as they were leaving. I didn't see her on this pathway and kept looking around, hoping to find her on the playground somewhere, maybe obscured by a play structure. No luck.

I asked one of the ladies if she could see Eleanor, sensing myself start to switch into frantic mode. I still couldn't see her so I started heading to the walkway to the parking lot, knowing she must have left the park. Then I saw a woman near the main road holding Eleanor and yelling to me something to the effect of "is this your baby?"

When I saw that woman, I felt like she was an angel, someone sent by God to be there at that exact moment to save my little girl from harm. I have no idea who she was or is or why she was there when I needed her, but I owe that woman so much.

She said something like her son had noticed a little baby trying to cross the street by herself—after taking Eleanor from her, I noticed her car was stopped right there on the side of the road. Maybe she had just been driving by with her son, maybe not even noticing that little person toddling along, and for some reason her son mentioned it and she stopped. She took the time to save my daughter from going across the street and maybe getting killed by someone driving by—it would be so hard to see a toddler in the road when you are driving and not expecting that!

I really believe that Eleanor was watched over and protected today. I wasn't there when she needed me but Heavenly Father was—and He didn't punish me for being distracted and not watching her; He saved her using another child and a mother who was willing to listen to her son and take appropriate action. I hope that I can be more like that mother and more like my Heavenly Father in my dealings with my own children. And I am so grateful that my little Eleanor is safe and sound.