Friday, February 27, 2009

Right Now

Leg warmers I made for P, much better when you follow the pattern.
I saw this over on Jessica's blog and I thought it looked pretty cool, I love getting a little window into the thoughts and surroundings of others so I thought I would do one as well.

Right Now, I am:

smelling... fresh apple baking in the oven

feeling... content with my family life going on around me

reading... Multiple Blessings by Jon and Kate Gosselin and Beth Carson (from Jon and Kate plus 8) and the Seeds of Change catalog

enjoying... M's weekend at home

wondering... What to serve at tonight's pray group

hearing... M and L counting pennies

listening... to God's still small voice, telling me to be thankful

drinking... soon to be some apple spice tea M's is brewing

wanting... enough yarn to start on my first sweater project I'm dreaming up

loving... lazy Sunday mornings

looking... at this wonderful project and thinking about how fun it would be to donate a bear

Hope everyone else is having a wonderful lazy sunday morning!

Monday, February 23, 2009


The nasty cold that assaulted my system for over a week is finally leaving my house and making it's way to torture some other poor souls, but alas I am free! During the time that I was down I managed to crank out a few projects, 4 to be exact and here is the second one I get to share with you (the first was the leg warmers) it is the embroidery I did for my brother's wedding gift. I still haven't figured out what to put at top and whether it should be a framed sampler or a pillow, so I am begging for some opinions here!

In return for your opinions and suggestions I offer you this:
Crispy Nummy Not To Horribly Bad For You Apple Crisp
(Picture taken before baking because all the after pictures were hastily taken and therefore bad)
5 large apples
1 cup sugar
1 cup unbleached flour
1Tbsp Baking Powder
1 Egg
1.5 tsp cinnamon (I used Saigon)
3 Tbsp melted butter
Preheat oven to 300 degrees.
Core, peel and slice your apples (I think it is just as good without peeling them though) and toss with 1/2 tsp of cinnamon. Pour in greased 8x8 glass baking dish.
In separate bowl combine, sugar, flour, baking powder and egg until somewhat well combined (will be a bit chunky). Pour this mixture atop apples.
Stir together the melted butter and the tsp of remaining cinnamon. Drizzle over crisp.
Bake for 50-60 minutes until golden brown.

Blog Love

I got a blog award last week from One Hook Wonder and actually I am ashamed to say that it is not the first. I know, what? Ashamed? Yes, but that is because I never posted it! Dorky me was so new to blogging and couldn't figure it out. I know, silly huh? So thank you also to Ginger from lovestodream for the Amazing Blog award you sent my way as well.

So here are the rules that I am supposed to follow (this reminds me of the chain mail letters that used to litter my email in high school):

1. Put the logo on your blog or post
.2. Nominate at least 10 blogs which show great Attitude and/or Gratitude!
3. Be sure to link to your nominees within your post
4. Let them know that they have received this award by commenting on their blog.
5. Share the love and link to this post and to the person from whom you received your award.

One Hook Wander- Even if you wouldn't have sent this to me, I'd still be passin' it on to you
A Friend to knit with

The Toby Show

OK, so you know what, I fell short, but I've actually decided that I'm going to put up a list of blogs I love in my sidebar and that will just have to count!

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Phoebe's Homebirth

It was an unseasonably warm day when I went into labor with P. The middle of February and the sun was beating through the trees as though two more months had flown by without me even knowing. That certainly wasn't possible because being pregnant you are aware of every second that ticks on that 10 month clock. You wait in wild anticipation for that due date to come, calculating weeks and days hoping for your precious child to be in your arms. Babies however tick to the tock of there own and not even they know when they will enter this world; however P came right on time, quite unexpectedly.

I woke up that morning late the day before my due date, like most of my mornings, sleeping in while my husband M took care of our first daughter L downstairs. I'm sure the only reason I woke up that morning before 10am was because my sister was in town and I wanted to take her to the Farmer Market with me. So, after a quick bite and putting on my nice spring clothing we traveled to the next town over for their wonderful Saturday morning farmers market. Soon after we arrived I started to feel some light contractions, mostly like pressure which I laughed off and continued on with my shopping. Fresh fruits, yummy veggies and some beautiful flowers to look at while in labor. I finished my other errands, getting loads of groceries thinking that maybe, just maybe this will be the last time I grocery shop before my baby is born.

We arrived at my mother's house around 3pm and strangely enough I was still having these mild contractions, they were light waves of pressure but certainly nothing painful. I started to pay a bit more attention to them, noticing that they were about 15 minutes apart. Still I talked and visited with my mother and sister while silently hoping that today would be the day. As the pressure became more noticeable I decided to head home to get some dinner and rest just in case this did turn out to be "the big day". L said that she wanted to stay with her aunt so M and I happily went home to our quite house.
We got home and M made us a stir-fry and I started to read Spiritual Midwifery, which I had planned to read before the baby was born. When dinner was ready I sat on the birthing ball instead of a chair as it was much more comfortable. I also hoped that because it had the word birth in it that it might somehow make this be true labor. The contractions were a bit closer together, maybe about 6-7 minutes or so, but I was trying to just ignore them, since they weren't that painful and I thought that they might not lead to anything. I called my midwife Paula, just to give her a heads up since I knew she worked her second job on the weekends. At 6pm I went into the bathroom and while wiping I had some bloody show and was starting to lose my mucus plug. I was very excited at this point and called Paula back to give her the update. I felt it was a bit silly calling twice in a row, but I felt an urgency to tell someone. I then decided to call my mom and ask how L was doing and was informed that she had asked to stay the night, so that worked out perfectly. We had the house all to ourselves, it seemed like everything was just falling perfectly into place.

The contractions continued around 6 minutes apart, they didn't hurt at all just felt like pressure. I made sure to relax my jaw and my pelvic area during the contractions and focus on my opening. M was already doing the dishes so I decided to get in on the clean up so that we would have a nice clean home to give birth in. I wiped down the counters, swept the floor and then vacuumed. I had wanted a clean and quite home to birth in, but I hadn't thought it would be so easy! At 7:30pm I asked Micah to install the car seat, which I felt he could no longer stall on. While outside my contractions started to die out to every 15 minutes apart and only about 20 seconds long. So we then hopped into the car and went to the store and walked around there. My contractions kicked back up as I walked and spent some money I didn't really have. At about 9pm my abdomen was starting to hurt from the weight of my belly so we left and went to rent a movie. Once home we popped in the movie and I lay on the couch hoping to get some rest, but apparently my body had different plans for me. My contractions started to pick up to 5 minutes apart and 40 seconds long and I had to breathe and concentrate through them. At 11pm we turned off the movie and started to fill up the birth pool, just in case which was in our dining room.

While M was busying himself with the pool, I turned on Mad TV and walked around watching that between contractions. I also gave Paula an update at this point. Around midnight I turned off the TV. and stood out on my back porch looking at the stars with M for awhile. I went back and forth from the living room, to the porch, to the kitchen where the tub was being filled feeling lots of pressure. I took the time to slow dance, kiss and look into my husband's eyes during the contractions. I felt so alive at this point truly connecting with my baby, my husband, God and the earth around me. The pain woke me up and filled me the great knowledge that only laboring women can know. I knew at this point that I would have this baby by morning so at 1:00am I had M call Paula and tell her to come on over.

It took her awhile since she was at work and would have to call someone in to replace her. I started leaning heavily on M for support during the contractions feeling his love and strength. I would look into his eyes and feel all the love and faith that he had in me. I imagined this birth being a gift to him, as we danced under the stars, my wonderful husband who is my strength. We kissed each other softly feeling the love and warmth this baby would be bringing into the world.

The tub was filled now as Paula arrived at 2:30 am. As a contraction would come on I would call out for M and he would help me to find a comfortable position to labor in. Paula checked my Blood pressure and the baby's heart rate and started setting up her equipment. At 3:15 am she asked if she could check my cervix and I said OK since I was curious to know how things were going down there anyways. I was 3cm dilated and 90% effaced, active labor. During the exam I felt a popping sensation and had my hardest contraction yet. It came so fast that I was unable to get on top of it as I moaned out in pain. I stood up expecting to feel a gush of water between my legs, but there was nothing. I needed something to take the edge off, I wanted water, so I went upstairs to take a shower with M. The hot water only lasted a few minutes before it ran cold. I felt defeated. I came downstairs and tried walking outside with M for a few more contractions. At about 3:15am I told M "I have to get into that damned tub". Paula said OK and I went ahead and got in. I tried getting into the position that I had envisioned giving birth in, on my knees with my arms lying on the side of the pool. This position however did not work for me I felt extreme pressure on my pelvic bone, so I flipped around and ended up in the crab position with the water supporting my weight. I was able to sway my hips around in circular motions which I had been doing for the past few hours. This helped a lot with pain and I was able to get the pressure of my pelvic pone.

At 4:06am I asked Paula to check me which she said she could do right where I was. I was 6cm and fully effaced. I felt relieved and empowered! My labor was going fast and I was thankful. Within minutes my body started to shake and Paula put more hot water into the tub. My shakes continued and Paula asked if she could give me Rescue Remedy, but the thought of having any taste in my mouth sickened me and I covered my mouth and shook my head. The contraction were surging through me and not leaving, they were overlapping like the tide and had peaks the size of title waves. I said things that I don't remember and that I didn't believe. I didn't want to be here anymore, but I wasn't going anywhere. Paula reminded me that I had made a comfortable cozy place to birth in and that I didn't really want to go anywhere. She didn't have to convince me, there was no way I was getting out of that tub. The precious water that was keeping me safe. It enclosed me in its warmth and gave me the comfort that I needed. I have always felt so free in the water, so much so that my skin will ache for it at times. This was one of those times and it was there for me. I was moaning low and steady through my overlapping contractions, through the energy surging through my body, begging for just a little break. I just needed to rest for a minute, but my body would give me no such thing.

Then my body started to bear down in that all too familiar "urge". I exclaimed that I needed to push. Paula checked me and there was no cervix to be found just my babies head, it was 4:24am. M then moved from his position near my face to be in position to catch his daughter. Paula tried to check the baby's heart beat with the Doppler, but it put to much pressure on my pelvis and I batted it away. Between contractions I asked her to call my mother and tell her I was pushing and that she needed to come over. I felt the head descending into the birth canal. My body was doing most of the pushing for me; I was just a mindless servant bending to its will. I followed the call and got behind it. The head started to crown and I reached down and felt my little girls head. It felt like a hairy brain all folds of skin mashed together as if it was trying to get every inch possible out of my body. I gave another push as my husband hands stood waiting. I felt I slight tearing sensation as her head emerged. M cradled her precious head and I gave another push as the rest of her body flew out of me into the water, it was 4:33 am. A time I will never forget, as she was resin out of the water to my bosom. She was a beautiful purplish thing covered in white vernix. I starred at her in amazement, complete shock that she was finally here. She didn't cry she just breathed. Her eyes were closed and she lay still in my arms. After a minute she let out a slight cry like that of a mouse as Paula checked her heart beat. Everyone became at ease after hearing that little voice knowing that her spirit was here and that she was with us. I asked M to turn off the overhead light so that she could open her eyes and once he did that she started looking around. I then asked Paula again to call my mother and tell her that the baby was born and to wake up L and my sister to come and see the baby.

The women of my family flooded into my home as the sun started to rise above the trees. My mother, my aunt, my little sister, and my two daughters. Sarah, the other midwife also came, a little late, but there all the same. We gathered around and looked at the beautiful new girl in our lives. We rested, she nursed and we examined my healthy placenta. I then climbed the stairs up to my bedroom and lay down with my beautiful babe. After examining my tear, which was nothing, doing the newborn exam, and having my mother cut her umbilical cord the midwives left us. Our families left us and my husband and I settled in our bed with our new little girl and fell asleep to dream of all the wonderful things our family would become.
Happy Birthday P!!!!

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Those Winter Days

You know those yucky winter days where at least half the family is sick, the rain (or snow) is coming down hard, and every ones a bit stir crazy? Well, that's what we have been having for several days now. This virus that I have has commandeered my body and pretty much left me as a hump on the couch. Thank God M was able to stay home and parent 'cause I wouldn't have been a very good one! The girls did do some things to make the time pass more swiftly. I give you the poor mans bounce house:

Pop up playhouse from P's birthday last year + all the pillows from our couch = hours of FREE entertainment!

Since M was on duty and I couldn't just look at the ceiling all day I decided to put my hands to work and I am really surprised with all they accomplished while I was laid up. The embroidery I showed you last week is nearly finished and I made these legwarmers for my nieces birthday.

These are made from KnitPicks Comfy in Flamingo and Cashew it took awhile to get here, but I was really impressed with the quality, it's SO soft. The pattern is from Never Not Knitting. I am about 75% done with a second pair as well, which I am planning to give for P's birthday, so that is what I will be working on today. M was a such a great dad this weekend, he took care of all of us without one word of complaint and he even got the laundry caught up for me! Sorry for the brag, I just really thought he should should get some recognition here.

Hope everyone else is finding some entertainment in these dreary winter days.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Our Funny Valentine

Micah and I have a Valentines curse. It has followed us for 5 years now, usually striking about every other year. It all started with our first Valentines together when we were dating. M had planned a romantic day trip to Sacramento to go Ice Skating, but instead ended up with us getting lost, fighting, and me sulking the rest of the way home. Fast forward to this Saturday, the plan was to have a nice low key day with little gifts, sweets and a huge feast of a dinner.

It started off innocently enough with the exchanging of gifts (see my gorgeous flowers up there). Well things quickly heated up from there (and not in the good way). Our landlord needed to come by and inspect a leak in our downstairs which is below our bathroom. So, even though I was sick with a nasty head cold and it was Valentines, we still needed to get this done. I'm sure you can guess that this is leading to something and here it is, mold. Mold in the drywall, but thank God it was only where the leak was. I rushed the girls upstairs to get dressed and we quickly fled the house with a diaper bag and the dog. Being asthmatics we can't be to careful.

We called our local relatives and all had some sort of stomach virus, so no way were we going there! The rain was pouring down, my head was pounding and we were homeless for a day. We drove around, shopped aimlessly and finally landed at my moms for dinner to brave whatever her baby had (which turned out to be a virus and she was just puking from the snot). We cuddled up, watched a movie and eventually went home to our house that had been cleaned up and had double air purifiers going the whole day.

Still throughout all this our cool was kept. It's truly amazing how much parenthood changes you, we laugh in the face of peril and spray air deodorizer when life just plain stinks! Long live the Valentines day curse!

Friday, February 13, 2009

Happy Valentines Day!

Hope everyone everyone is having a great Valentines Day. We have been baking treats,

eating treats,

making Valentines,

and getting ready with cards and gifts for tomorrow festivities,

(paper cutting was from free download at little acorn, it's my first ever!)

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Whipin' Up

Today I got to get on the sewing machine and managed to whip up this skirt for L

I made it out of an old sheet, can't you tell from the nice hem?

She of course was thrilled and had to wear it right then. M was thrilled because it was nice and long which is something he is always complaining about with little girls clothing. You wouldn't think that a man with an eyebrow ring would be modest would you?
As my clog project winds to a close I went ahead and started my next big one which is definitely something that won't just be whipped up in a day. I working on an embroidery sampler for my brothers wedding in May. Here the beginning

There's a bit more not shown in the hoop, I plan to put there names and wedding date above the doves. The pattern is downloadable over at Pimp Stitch it is another design from
Sublime Stitching that they have there for free.
Oh yeah and in other news, we got a car! Yay, no more being stranded at home with crazy girlies. We ended up getting a minivan which I love. I know, I know we only have two kids BUT I have 7 siblings whom I drive around. The "green" things about the minivan are that it is Ethanol capable and it shows us how many mpg we are getting at all times and has really helped me improve on my driving. The mpg is good for a minivan 22mpg average which is almost the same as my old Subaru.
I loved the nice comments on my slouchy hat, glad to see I'm not the only one with the slouchy hat love. I've been wearing the thing so much I sure I will be making another one soon. Could you ever have guessed that I'm not really a hat person? I always felt so silly in them, but once I started knitting them myself I realized I'm just very persnickity about them and I'm ok with that.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Slouchy Hat

While the clogs are well on there way to being finished up and felted, I managed to fit in this cute little slouchy hat as well.
I would have had it finished within two days, but just as I was one row from finishing it I tried it on and it was to small. I just knew that there was no way it would close, I guess I have a bigger head then I thought. So with great dismay (mostly because I was excited to wear the dang thing) I took it off the needles and ripped out about 14 rows. I finished the next evening and have been wearing it most of the week (in fact, I'm wearing it right now).
The pattern is from knitsational which is one of my favorite shops on Etsy, such cute stuff there! The pattern also includes a rose to go on the hat, but I think when I get around to making it I will make it a brooch. I currently have a major obsession for brooches, especially one that are good and sparkly or handmade.

I'd love to make another one of these, maybe in the turquoise I got from my MBOY.