Reflux sucks!

April 29, 2011 at 10:42 pm (Deuce)

It took until Deuce was 9 weeks old to realize that all of his crying wasn’t just some evil plan to drive me crazy.  Poor kid was in pain.  It took me a while to piece together when he was crying compared to eating, spitting up, etc.  It honestly makes me feel horrible.  There were these moments where I’d be silently cursing his screams, thinking what could you possibly want?, days where I wanted to just let him cry so I could shower in peace.  And all along, my baby was actually in pain.  God, I wish there was a way he could have just told me.

He’s been on Zantac for a week now and there’s been such a difference.  He’s still nowhere as easy as his big brother was as a baby, but much better than a few weeks ago.  He’s happier, more smiley, and sleeps better.  Ah and those smiles.  They’ll melt your heart.


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Taco Pie

April 22, 2011 at 4:31 am (Food)

Once again, dinner was rushed for two reasons, Deuce wasn’t interested in letting me cook and I hadn’t been interested in going to the store this morning.  I had to make due quickly with what was in the house, and that wasn’t much.  I invented Taco Pie.  Well, let’s be honest, someone, somewhere has probably already done it, but its the first time I’ve had it.

  • 1 recipe corn bread batter (I’ll post my favorite below, but you can use any basic size recipe you like)
  • 1 pound chicken breast, cooked and shredded (what, you say it’s frozen?  Just toss it in some boiling water, it won’t take long to cook)
  • 1 can black beans, rinsed and drained
  • 1 can corn, drained
  • Feel free to add some other veggies here if you want, diced onions, bell peppers, etc
  • 1 packet of taco seasoning
  • 1 can cream of chicken soup
  • 1 cup shredded cheese

Preheat oven to 400.  Lightly grease a 9×13 casserole dish.  If you want to save a dish, mix your corn bread batter right in the casserole dish (that’s what we did).  Spread batter across the bottom of dish.

Mix together chicken, veggies, taco seasoning and soup.  Drop chicken mixture by the spoonful onto corn bread batter.  Spread cheese over the top.

Bake 30-40 minutes until cornbread on the bottom is fully cooked.

Great served with sour cream and salsa.  Enjoy!

My favorite corn bread

  • 1 cup corn meal
  • 1 cup flour
  • 1/2 cup sugar
  • 1/2 tsp salt
  • 1 tsp baking powder
  • 1 egg
  • 1 cup milk
  • 1/4 cup butter, melted

For regular purposes, mix it all up and pour it into a greased 9inch square pan to bake.  Bake in a preheated 400 degree oven for about 40 minutes or until fully cooked.  Or mix it all up and use it in the recipe above.

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Kid speak

April 17, 2011 at 6:01 am (Junior)

Every once in a while Junior says the best things.  Totally random and absolutely priceless.  One day a few weeks ago, I was a little stressed out, and apparently, he could tell.  He walked up, gave me a huge hug and said:

Hugs make your arms feel better!

Man, I love him!  He’s such a sweet, loving kid.  I truly hope he never loses those traits.

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Creamy Chicken Enchiladas

April 13, 2011 at 2:06 am (Food)

After Deuce was born lots of our amazing friends brought us dinners.  I got hooked on this and made my own version.

  • 1 lb boneless skinless chicken breast
  • 2 cups water
  • 2 tsp chicken base (I’ve blogged about my love for Better Than Bullion in the past).  If you don’t have this, omit the water and base, sub with 2 cups chicken stock
  • 1 pkt enchilada sauce seasoning
  • 1 can cream of chicken condensed soup
  • 1 block cream cheese (8 oz)
  • 1 small can diced green chiles (think it’s about 2 oz), drained
  • About 15 flour tortillas (I used 6″ ones)
  • 2 cups shredded cheese

1. Simmer chicken in water, base and enchilada seasoning until its shredable.  Shred and set aside.  Reserve 1/2 cup of the cooking liquid.

2. Combine shredded chicken, soup, 1/2 cup of cooking liquid, cream cheese and chiles.

3. Scoop chicken filling into tortillas, roll and place into a lightly greased 9×13 pan.  Cover with shredded cheese.

4. Bake at 350 for about half an hour.

Delicious!  This recipe also freezes really, so consider making a double batch and throwing one of them in the freezer.  Enjoy!

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nothing says multitasking like being a mom

April 7, 2011 at 11:37 pm (Deuce, Junior)

There are days I’m not sure if I want a second set of hands or a padded room.  Sometimes I realize that maybe I’m trying to do a few too many things at once.  A prime example happened when Deuce was about a week old.  I didn’t even realize exactly what I was doing in the moment.

I was sitting on the couch, nursing Deuce.  He’d just gotten started, so I knew he’d need to eat for a while longer.  Junior called from the bathroom that he was all done pooping and was ready to be wiped.  So, I walk to the bathroom, nursling cradled in my left arm, attached to my left breast.  I grab some toilet paper while Junior leans forward and I wipe him with my right hand.  In that moment, I realized the craziness of the situation.  I was feeding a newborn and wiping a toddler at the exact same moment.  I think that was life welcoming me into being a mom of two.

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Some of my greatest friends I’ve never met

April 7, 2011 at 5:41 am (Random rantings)

This sounds cheesy and rightfully so.  I have some great friends that I only know through the internet.  I’ve never heard their voices, never shaken their hands, never stood beside them and honestly, will likely never meet.  When I got pregnant with Junior, very few of my friends had kids, my parents weren’t super supportive and I didn’t have a lot of people to talk to about pregnancy.  I found; it’s not only a website about moms, it’s a forum for women.  Pregnant, TTC’ing, parenting, whatever.  I joined up with a group called a Due Date Club.  These women were all expecting babies in Jan ’08.  Together we shared our fears and hopes.  We rallied around women who lost babies to miscarriage.  We made gender guesses for each other as we neared the big ultrasounds.  We did the best we could to support the moms of preemies as they waited for their babies to come home.  We cheered each other on as we each had our babies.

In the months that followed, there were lots of midnight posts about colicky babies, low breastmilk supply, exhaustion, and husband who just didn’t get it.  There were also lots of threads of smiling babies and a million firsts; first coo, first roll, first time sitting up alone, etc.  A lot of people don’t get the bond I feel with these women.  When something happens, I know I can vent to them, ask them for advice, then ask them again when I didn’t listen the first time.  Different women each bring their own piece to our little puzzle.  One women is sort of the matriarch of our group; a little older and a lot wiser than most of us.  She’s level headed the way I strive to be.  Another woman is driven in a way I admire so much.  We’re both dreaming of owning our own homes and she’s so much more focused than I am in making it happen.  There’s a woman who has been through more than I can imagine in her young life and yet she’s not bitter, she’s not an angry person; she’s an amazing mom.  I want to appreciate and enjoy my kids like she does.  I admire so many of these women for so many different things.

Hubs and I hit a rough financial patch before Deuce was born.  A woman from this group offered me some cloth diapers she had.  She could have sold them and made a few bucks on them, but she didn’t.   When I begged for advice on how to deal with a clingy baby, another woman mailed me a sling to carry him in.  I’ve never laid eyes on these ladies except through a computer screen and yet they were so willing to hand me anything I needed.  I’m in awe.  Who would have thought that friendships like this could be forged through a keyboard?

Those of you from this group, you know who you are.  All of you.  Thank you.  From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

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When did I get so crunchy?

April 1, 2011 at 6:13 am (Deuce, Junior)

If you’re not familiar with the term “crunchy”, I’m referring to my new-found hippieness.  Somewhere between growing up in small town suburbia, my rebellious stint living in the big city, becoming a mom and moving back to suburbia, I found my hippie side.  If I had my way, we’d buy a modest house on a good chunk of land, grow as much of our own fruits and veggies as possible, raise our own meats and spend our days playing on the land.  I’d can jams and jellies every summer, make homemade sausages, maybe even smoke my own Christmas ham.  Not that there wouldn’t be trips to the supermarket, but living off the land as much as possible sounds perfect to me.  That’s all just a pipe dream for now, but I still seem to be finding myself with some crunchy tendencies these days.

My crunchy side really seems to shine through when it comes to my kids.  Somehow, I became this cloth-diapering, co-sleeping, breastfeeding, baby-wearing mom.  To be honest, I knew little to nothing of those traits before I was a mom.  I would have labeled myself as pretty mainstream in the parenting department, until I became a parent.  Although the biggest changes happened gradually and have really taken hold now that Deuce is here.

I assumed I’d breastfeed because it’s cheaper but thought, hey, no big deal if it doesn’t work out.  Instead, I found myself in tears giving Junior a bottle of formula when he was a week old because he was still hungry and I had nothing to offer him.  I spent weeks trying every trick in the book to get my supply up.   And I did it.  I figured if my body made him, my body knows how to feed him what he needs.  It’s free, it’s always available, I don’t have to wash or sterilize bottles, it’s always the right temperature and there’s never a midnight run to the store because there wasn’t quite enough to make it through the night.  I cried the day I realized my milk was gone for good when he was just a few days shy of 11 months old.

Hubs was out of work for a while, so I decided to give cloth diapering a shot.  Hubs wasn’t fond of it (well, he actually hated it) and switching back and forth just never worked.  I gave in.  While I was pregnant with Deuce, I decided it was all or nothing.  We made the decision to go cloth and I haven’t looked back.  The cost savings was a huge factor for us, but now that we’re using them, they’re so much more.  They don’t stink like disposables do.  I’m not putting my kid’s butt on chemicals all day.  And I’m not throwing out some nasty huge bag of dirty diapers every week.  It’s a win-win in my book.

Co-sleeping.  I swore I would NEVER co-sleep.  Even with Junior, I refused.  But he slept great in his crib.  Deuce is a whole other story.  This kid isn’t content being an arm’s length away from me.  He’s got to be right next to me.  And you know what, I love it.  I love his sleepy smiles.   I love when resting my hand on his chest is all he needs to feel safe and secure.  I love his smell.  I still think I’ll be ready for him to go to his own bed before too much longer, but for now he’s my little baby and I want him close to me.

I don’t think I’d ever heard the term “baby wearing” before Junior was born; now I do it daily.  I’ve got a soft structured carrier, a ring sling and a wrap carrier.  Not only that, but I know what they all are and how to use them!  When Junior was a baby, I enjoyed putting him in the cheap carrier we bought on Ebay.  One of those big name brand ones that you can pick up at Walmart with your groceries and an oil filter.  I hate it now.  Now that I have a clingy baby who wants and needs to be held, I had to find ways to free up my hands.  Thus a ton of options.  They all have their different purposes, but more than anything, it keeps Deuce right next to me.  Just like co-sleeping, it feels great to know that being close to me is all he needs.  As he gets older, I’m looking forward to his independence, but for now, this works for us.

Maybe I’m not crunchy because I’m out to save the world or something, but at some juncture in my life as a mom, I found a path that works for us and I’m loving it.  Even if I’m not quite as mainstream as I thought I was.

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