Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Tea, GLORIOUS tea! Female Tea blend recipe included


     
I have become OBSESSED with tea!  It used to be I choked it down when I was pregnant and I just HAD to drink raspberry leaf tea, because, well, that's what you do when you're pregnant. Besides that, I'd only ever attempted to drink tea on scattered occasions because it was the free, non-coffee option in the waiting room. However, I have since changed my tune.  I have a shelf overflowing in pre-packaged blends and loose leaf herbs, a cute tea-pot I painted myself along with a down right gorgeous tea-cozy that my dear Friend Rachel Jackson made for me, various tea balls and strainers, and my go-to tea-cup.
Side-note, Rachel needle felted the stages of a flower growing from a seed to maturity around my cozy. Talented Woman!


         It was actually Rachel that really got me loving tea when she came over at a time she knew I was in sorrow, mourning a heartbreaking miscarriage (the most recent of several) and brewed me a cup of what I can only describe as a tea that speaks to my soul. For the blend, check out her blog. The next day I went out and bought all the supplies to make the tea myself and drank several cups every day for nearly a month, at which point I began to branch out. The key, I've found is chocolate. Some people (silly people) have cream pitchers and sugar bowls, but not me. I have hot chocolate mix and rich chocolate almond milk.  I always, AWAYS cut my tea with one or the other, save for the rare occasion that I simply mix in a scoop of honey.
    Today was another turning point for me and it all began with Good Earth (for some crazy outrageous reason) no longer carrying my go-to Female Toner tea by traditional medicinals.  I usually go through a box (or two or five..) of Female Toner a month.  Good Earth's failure was quite distressing as I had no intention of going anywhere else before Christmas that would have my tea in stock. While crying in distress (ok, wandering in annoyance) I happened to notice they finally had some loose Leaf red raspberry leaf in stock which gave me a glorious idea to blend my own female tea. I knew the basic ingredients of the Traditional Medicinals brand and began grabbing every loose herb I could find that I knew was good for female reproductive health and relaxation.

 When I got home, I mixed it all together and came up with a tea far tastier than any medicinal blend I've ever had (I say "medicinal," because, let's face it, you really can't beat cinnamon apple chai for flavor...). Rachel was over this afternoon and as we usually do, I put on a pot of tea.  She graciously tested my blend and applauded my prowess. Due to my need to gloat and share I have written up the recipe for you to all make and enjoy yourselves.  And don't forget to mix in some chocolate almond milk!



RECIPE:
1/2 cp raspberry leaf
1/3 cp peppermint
1/4 cp lavender
1/4 cp chamomile
1/4 cp nettle
1/4 cp ginger root
2 tbls rose hip
2 tbl licorice root

Mix well and store in air-tight container
Brew ten minutes before serving
1 tbls= 1 serving

Your blend should look something like this:




The extra nice thing about this tea in comparison to Female Toner is it not only tastes better, but is much more cost effective as well! I spent around $20 (the cost of 4 boxes of FT) and got about 6 months worth of tea! (That's drinking at least one pot a day).

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Instinct Parenting: you parent your way and I'll parent mine

    I am an attachment parent.  I wish there was a better term to describe it, somehow that term seems to have a negative connotation in our society.  You're always being warned "don't get to attached" even when it comes to parents and children: "she's to attached to her dad..." as if that's somehow a bad thing, for a two year old to lovingly cling to her daddy.

    We're told as parents that we need to start teaching our children to be independent as early as eight weeks old, thanks to teachings of "experts" such as Dr. Ferber and Mr. Ezzo.  I once stumbled across a question on yahoo that asked "Is 8 weeks to early to let my baby cry it out?  How long should I let him cry? I don't want to let him grow up to be a brat." Somehow western culture has come to believe that unless forced to be independent as babies, we'll all grow up into bratty, dependent "adults" which just isn't true.  This mother went on to describe that she hated to listen to her baby cry, didn't want to listen to her baby cry, and yet she "knew" it was for the better.  Our culture had taught her that it was necessary to ignore her instinct to sooth her crying baby in order to teach independence.  Babies are SUPPOSED to be dependent, it's their natural instinct to cry when they realize they're all alone.  I could go on with lots and lots of statistics, examples of other cultures, and so forth, but I wont.  That's not the point of these ponderings.

    My point is, I realize I'm different, and I'm proud of that.  I co-sleep, cloth diaper, forgo vaccinations,  birth at home, babywear, natural-term breastfeed (and in public too!) and so much more that is not a part of the mainstream.  I don't believe that I would be a better parent to your child, but I do believe I'm the best parent for mine.  I have nothing against parents who make different choices than my own, my frustration is when parents ignore their own instincts and blindly make choices based solely on the words of their Pediatrician, mother, or what "everyone else is doing." Sometimes parents feel they don't have many instinctual impressions, and I think this comes from a lack of knowledge.  How can your instincts guide you in a decision when you don't even realize there are other options that require an actual choice to be made?

     I heavily research EVERYTHING.  That's what I do. In college I was an English major and a history minor.  I learned how to research and it's an obsession that's stayed with me.  It is this obsession that has helped form the mother that I am.  And yet, I too, have fallen prey to "parental blindness" on several occasions.  **This next example I give as a personal experience, so please don't feel I'm pointing fingers at anyone calling them bad parents for making a different choice than I have made** If my daughter had been born a boy, I can almost guarantee she would have been circumcised as a two week old.  I can also guarantee that had that happened, I would have very soon after regretted it and shed many tears over my decision.  A decision that I've now come to realize is a decision I have no right to make for any child.  I blindly believed all the myths that I'd only ever heard via word of mouth.  My brothers were circumcised, my husband is circumcised, my dad, grandpas, pretty much everyone I knew was circumcised.  Therefore, it must be for a good, unavoidable reason, right?  I had no idea that leaving a boy intact was even a viable option.  I had no idea that there was a decision to be made.  Circumcision was simply something every boy had to go through whether they were 1 day old, 10, or 50; they could not escape it.  Then one day a graphic popped up in my Facebook news feed concerning circumcision.  I don't remember what it said, but I do remember instantly agreeing with it, despite the fact that it expressed a notion that I'd never even heard of.  I suddenly had no desire to ever cut any future sons I might have.  My brain fought the notion, and yet somehow I clung to it just the same.  My motherly instinct had spoken.

    From there, I set out to see what the research had to say.  I trusted my instinctual decision, but I always liked to know whether or not facts were on my side. They were.  I've come to see that when you're trusting you're instincts, facts, statistics, etc, usually are backing you up, even if you don't yet know it yourself.  However, there are always exceptions to every rule.  Perhaps your son is one of the rare <1% that legitimately needed to be circumcised and your instincts, prompting of the holy spirit, whatever you want to call it, told you that for your case, circumcision was necessary.  Breastfeeding is heavily supported by the facts and is an absolutely wonderful way to feed your child and I hope every mom very seriously considers it; however, that still does not mean it's the best option for every mother and baby.  No matter what the studies, the media, your parents, your in-laws, your doctor,  or your neighbors say: trust in yourself above everything else when it comes to your own child.

I trust in my instincts and my God to mother my child. They have made me in to one crunchy, highly attached parent and I stand firmly in my choices.  In turn, I trust you to make the best decisions for your own family too. 



Oh, and in case your interested, I may occasionally overload your news feed with articles and graphics I found interesting or helpful on the off chance you might too :)

Friday, August 31, 2012

Tired of Swimming

When it comes to most things parenting, and even food, these days I don't swim in the mainstream. In fact, more often then not I find myself swimming against the current. And I'm tired. I understand that I have different opinions on a lot of things, but having to constantly explain and justify my parenting choices has begun to wear on me. I used to want to open the eyes of everyone I talked too, but now, more often than not, I find I prefer to avoid such topics all together. 
I can only listen to "wow, a home birth? You're crazy!" so many more times before I'm going to crack and smack some poor girl in the face for what she thought to be a humorous comment with a hint of awe.
Does everyone really need to tell me how "they could never do that," or "I just couldn't ever put up with that" every single time I mention cloth diapers or co-sleeping? Sure, most the time it's meant as a sort of compliment, but when you hear it as often as I do, it all starts to sound like  "you're just to darn weird and out there for me to take any thing you say seriously."
Believe me, I understand that there is no one right or wrong way to raise a child, just as no two children are exactly a like. But despite this knowledge, just once, I'd like to be able to casually mention something from my life of motherhood without feeling like I need to launch into a defense for how I do things at my house and how their really is lots of research that supports delayed vaccination, and "extended" breastfeeding.
Oh breastfeeding...I don't even want to get started on that one.
I'm sure I'm not the only mother that feels this way. Even parents that do swim mostly in the mainstream can get worn down sometimes. Motherhood, like swimming, will tire you out no matter how you do it. So why can't we all make things easier on each other and accept each other's choices with the knowledge that we've all taken a personal journey to where we are as mothers/fathers and that the journey continues to go on.
I'm not a crunchy mom because I woke up one morning and decided I wanted to shock the world with my antics. I'm the mother that I am because I love my daughter with all my heart and am trying desperately to keep as both afloat by doing what I hope, and sometimes know, to be best for my dear sweet Tali girl and me.
So please, if you're paddling down stream, could you try and keep your oars from whacking me in the head? :P

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Bye, Bye Chemicals, Hellooooo Organic Face!

Pregnancy turned me into a crazy birth activist and has made me fall in love with all things natural.  I recently read a book called “Green Made Easy: The Everyday Guide for Transitioning to a Green Lifestyle” by Chris Prelitz, and I learned soooo much!  I’m taking baby-steps towards a greener, more eco-conscious life.   
My new obsession that grew out of it is  all natural organic, homemade (if possible) products.  I’ve been washing my face with nothing but water and ground oatmeal for a week now!  Who would of thought something so simple, easy and cheap would be THE best face wash I have ever stumbled upon?  I follow the oatmeal up with a rub down of  lemon juice and then put on my lavender face and hand cream I bought at pike-place (not home-made but it does contain all natural ingredients).  On top of this I also switched to all natural mineral make-up from a very Eco-conscious company called Alima Pure.  They use recycled/recyclable material for everything they can and they have a jar return program for your used up make-up containers. So far I’ve only ordered their samples, but I’m already in love.  Good for the environment, good for my skin, and they make me look awesome!  You can buy their makeup at AlimaPure.com.  Thanks to these easy changes, those pesky blemishes I’ve been trying to get rid of for WEEKS are finally starting to fade away. 

This got me thinking, if eliminating chemicals from just my face has had so much change for the better, what would happen if I cut chemicals out of the rest of my life?  I started obsessively reading product labels and was appalled at how many chemicals we rub into the largest organ of our body ever day! This thought led me to do something I’ve been wanting to do for a while now: make my own hygiene products! I have my jar of ground up oatmeal that I use every evening, but I needed body wash, shampoo and conditioner to complete my organic hygiene collection. So that's exactly what I made! 

Well, save for the conditioner, I've since learned that coconut oil, if allowed to soak in your hair several times a week before bathing, makes a great conditioner. 

I'm now moving on to eliminating chemicals from my cleaning supplies. Did you know that vinegar is just about the BEST cleaning product out there?  It's great for removing toilet stains.  Just poor some in your toilet, allow to soak over night, and Presto! Beautiful, clean toilet.  The best part of eliminating chemicals is how much money you save, and you don't have to fear your toddler downing a bottle of spot remover (But no one would ever do that! Obviously you haven't met my brother...)

 

*Stay tuned for details on my one Month Vegan Experiment that I'm starting in exactly 

1 hour and 6 minutes.*

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

No need to pay $80 for a nursing shirt, just go naked!

Ok, now that I've got you're attention, no, I'm not advocating going topless. lol I just wanted to toot my own horn and show off how wonderfully clever and talented I am!
I took this:
Plain, boring shirt that I forgot I owned because I never wore
And turned it into this:
Cute, practical nursing top
That I'll definitely wear!
Already tested it with Tali and it works great for an easy, comfortable and discrete nursing for both Tali and I :)

Friday, July 13, 2012

Baby Love Affair


Italia is 5 months old today!!!!! Where has the time gone?  How did I ever live without her?
I’ve been told by countless women that you don’t know love until you have a child of your own. I always thought this was somewhat false as I believed that as much as everyone does/should love their kids, isn’t their husband the one they should love more than anything?  I came to find my own truth in their words during the birth of Italia.
During our birthing I’ve never felt more love for anyone than I did for Brenan.  He was my rock that made the experience one of love and joy.  I long for my next birth every time I think about my last.  How can I describe the feeling of sitting in your bathtub wrapped in the arms of your husband, who has surely tired himself out holding you up so that you might bring a baby into the world together, as you both gaze into the eyes of your daughter for the first time?  There are no words.  I imprinted on everyone in that room that day.  I will forever love each woman that attended and supported me during my birth.  For all the back and knee presses, for rubbing my hands when they cramped up, for moaning with me so that I wouldn’t be embarrassed to find my birth song, for all these things I will be eternally indebted to them.  But my love for them, that came merely because they were in the same room with me when Tali was born.
Having a baby amplifies your love for everyone and everything.  I thought I loved Brenan before February 13th, but I was wrong.  I didn’t know what love was.  Now, I can’t get enough of him.  I want to spend every waking moment cuddled in his arms, simply enjoying his company.  I miss him when he’s only in the other room.  Corny, I know.  But after experiencing something so amazing with him by my side, whispering words of encouragement and affirmation, how could I feel otherwise?  And when I see him holding our sweet little girl, there’s so much love gushing through me that I feel as though my heart will burst from the sheer volume of it.
My love for Italia is just as great, but different.  When I look at Tali I have to fight the urge to bite her.  I literally want to eat her.  I’m constantly nibbling her ears and cheeks, sucking on her toes, licking her head.  Perhaps it’s because she used to live in me that I feel the need to consume her once again.  Whatever it is, after 5 months I still can’t get enough of her!  And just when I think I can’t love her anymore, it’s time for her to eat and I’m flooded with oxytocin once again and suddenly her cheeks are ten times more adorable then they were a minute before.  Then she pauses in her nursing to smile up at me and I know she’s getting the love hormone too and once again I have to fight back the urge to eat her.
Love is such an amazing thing.  It makes the little things in life into precious miracles every day: the kiss that still brings butterflies after almost two years of marriage, the little hand that clutches yours even in sleep, the wonderful life that surrounds me.  I’m so very grateful for my little family, and I can’t wait for the joy that will continue to come as it grows.
This is Italia and Brenan when she was just 4 days old. 
Have you ever seen a baby so young with so vibrant a facial expression?

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Oh the joys of a laughing babe


       Italia's been laughing for a while now. Anyone that's a parent knows that nothing captures your attention quite like a laughing baby. There is a special kind of joy, a rapture, that comes from every smile and giggle that a little one shares with the world.
      The very first time Tali giggled I was in the middle of changing her diaper and was playing with her legs and singing a funny/ridiculous song that I would be embarrassed if anyone else had heard. Of course I continued making a fool out of myself for at least another 15 minutes in order to get as many giggles as I possibly could. I'm sure anyone that's been around a baby has experienced this.  It doesn't matter how bonkers you're being as long as the baby is smiling and/or laughing.  She'd made sounds that I like to call "pre-giggles" before, but this was the first time that I knew with out a doubt I was making my baby laugh.
        I've since learned that Tali LOVES to bounce. She'll be laying on the bed and I'll kneel over her and jump up and down and she'll giggle up a storm, and if she's not giggling, she's cooing and talking to me.  I'm not sure which I love more, to hear my baby jabber away at me, telling me many, what I'm sure are very important, stories, or to hear her cry of joy and know that I caused it.
       Today, Tali released her longest string of full on belly laughs I have ever heard --hence the blog entry.  I was carrying her to the office and started to walk in a very bouncy fashion and she started to laugh like crazy.  I reached the office and continued to walk in a circle with my bouncy steps for a good 10 minutes basking in the joy that was overflowing from my daughter.  I'm sure anyone that saw me through the window must have gotten a good laugh themselves.
         I always knew that I would enjoy being a mother, I just never knew how much I was going to utterly love it!  I'm sure a lot of that has to do with the fact that I was blessed with the happiest baby I have ever met.  Every morning I get to wake up to my wonderful husband on one side, and my beautiful smiling baby on the other.  Yes, she does in fact wake up smiling, without fail, every morning. Who wouldn't want to start their day like that?
         I'm so very grateful for my hard working husband and his job that allows me to stay home with my little Tali girl.  I always planned to be a stay at home mom if I could, but I secretly dreaded it, thinking that I would miss the life I left behind.  Now that it's here, I wonder how I ever could have thought such silly things.

     Sometimes when I tell other, more experienced, mom's this they say "Just you wait, soon enough...blah, blah, blah, blah, blah."  I think it's sad so many wish to blast young mothers with the "woes" of motherhood rather than share all the joys that are yet to come.  So if you're reading this, please share what you love most about being a mother.  Whether it's the tender moments you share while quietly breastfeeding in the wee hours of the morning, or the nonsensical knock-knock jokes they tell that only a two year old would find funny.  Or if there's to many to choose from, share the first time you can remember hearing your little one laugh.