my English teacher taught me to learn the difference between dessert (yum!) and desert (hot!).
Dessert: the delicious items eaten proceeding a lovely dinner, has TWO s's. why? because you always want MORE dessert! get it? clever.
Desert: the hot dry place in which my in-laws live. only one s because no wants more desert.
*wink*
sliced bananas topped with homemade almond butter, 70% organic, dark chocolate nibs, and drizzled with organic raw honey. popped in the freezer to set. voila!
i should just dip the whole things in chocolate and freeze them... and sprinkle them w/ Himalayan salt... next time.
Friday, March 6, 2015
Lucky Charms
see these charms? i've had them since i was a teenager. your grandma O gave them to me to wear when i was pregnant, so here we FINALLY are! i wasnt sure if it would ever even happen. the set came with a stork, a pacifier, and baby shoes. as soon as i found out that i was pregnant, i went into my jewelry stand (yes, its a stand) and fished out what i would wear every second of this pregnancy, for good luck. i decided to wear the shoes and the pacifier until you're born and then switch over to just the stork after you're born. i had these gold hoop earrings that just werent doing it for me, so i deconstructed them and added a hoop to the chain. for, you know, flare. i had to buy a gold chain since i usually wear silver or white gold. i've always liked yellow gold, but just not as much. its worth more, thats for sure. but, this is about sentiment and superstition, so gold it is!
my good luck charms, just like you. three is my favorite number and you're my #3. not only that, but you were conceived in the seventh year of our marriage. we married on 7/07/07. threes and sevens and thirteens run rampant through our life. its quite amazing, really. you were no exception.
my good luck charms, just like you. three is my favorite number and you're my #3. not only that, but you were conceived in the seventh year of our marriage. we married on 7/07/07. threes and sevens and thirteens run rampant through our life. its quite amazing, really. you were no exception.
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
Soupy Sales
i made some veggie soup for us. mega-veggie.
all organic veggies: corn, peas, green beans, carrots, celery, cabbage, mushrooms, garlic, 100% pure olive oil, chicken bone broth, various spices. oh, and little chicken (stupid protein!). i usually put (sister christian is playing on the radio right now. just thought you'd like to know.) garbanzo beans, too, but i was out. i added a little ACV to give it a little tartness.
yum!
i took a pic of the back stove, on purpose. as i was cooking, i got entranced in the trinkets i seem to harbor.
starting from the left:
ceramic mushroom: i've had it for more years than i can even recall and it used to be your grandma O's. i have some thoughts about it that, when you're old enough, we'll discuss. regardless, i've always had a thing for mushrooms. i like them in my food, i like to hunt for morels with my dad on my grandpas property in MI, and i have a painting of them from college that i painted (while tipsy), one night. ;)
a ceramic rooster and little chick at its feet: your great grandmother W sent that to me for my birthday, circa '98. we had just moved to CA and it made no sense to me. haha. i called your grandma O and talked to her about it. i didnt have an affinity for chickens, ceramic trinkets, nothing... in fact, i hated trinkets. clutter. grandma O told me that she was eccentric and to just appreciate the fact that she loved me enough to think of me and send me a gift. i suddenly felt like a brat. when i called my gram to thank her, she said that it reminded her of me and my father (the rooster and the chick - get it?). i, so graciously, giggled inside, and knew that i would keep and cherish it forever. it was so sweet and endearing, how could i be such a brat. something about her was that, she always gave quirky gifts, but when you would speak with her about them, you understood her point of view. from that point forward, i never questioned ANY gift. i appreciated the fact that the person took even one single second to think about me. period.
oyster shells: those are two oyster shells: the big one was my nephews. i flew him to san diego for his graduation present, last summer, to stay with us and i fed him oysters for the first time. very surprisingly, he enjoyed them! i bought him surf lessons and an incredibly nice dinner on the beach. it was such a nice time. he doesnt know i kept it. =) you'll learn that your dad and i have a love and tradition for eating oysters and drinking martinis with blue cheese olives. before i was pregnant with you, we found a phenomenal oyster bar here. once you get here, i'll be able to eat seafood and have a martini! so, once again, hurry up! ;) (the small oyster shell is mine from here. our new-found spot.)
nephew (soon to be your 1st cousin!) in action.
the honey miel: just a cute little honey container that i bought after researching and learning so much about bees while in san diego. they're such amazing and necessary creatures that for which i have so much respect. i even try to buy honey that is produced by small farmers or even just sole honey makers. the big companies over work them and exploit the hell out of them, so i keep it local and ethical. and always, raw and organic. when i was a little girl, i had two uncles that raised bees and they would give me the honey comb to eat. it was pure heaven. i loved staying with them so much because they were both so interesting and love, love, loved me. i would always have a small ball of beeswax to take home from sucking out all the honey. i would save them for some odd reason. i have a few weird ways about me. haha. i used to save my gum, too. i had a small ceramic kitten that was on its back, legs and paws out to hold your chewed gum. ug. so gross. haha. i would keep the stupid gum for a few days on that thing and then roll it in sugar to get the "flavor" back. i was 7. dont judge me.
two "god" magnets - one on each side of the clock: the left one is a tribal man that represents honor and loyalty. the right one (not pictured) is a sun god. they were handmade out of terracotta by a hippie lady in ocean beach, ca. i bought them at the farmers market that i shopped every wednesday.
all organic veggies: corn, peas, green beans, carrots, celery, cabbage, mushrooms, garlic, 100% pure olive oil, chicken bone broth, various spices. oh, and little chicken (stupid protein!). i usually put (sister christian is playing on the radio right now. just thought you'd like to know.) garbanzo beans, too, but i was out. i added a little ACV to give it a little tartness.
yum!
i took a pic of the back stove, on purpose. as i was cooking, i got entranced in the trinkets i seem to harbor.
starting from the left:
ceramic mushroom: i've had it for more years than i can even recall and it used to be your grandma O's. i have some thoughts about it that, when you're old enough, we'll discuss. regardless, i've always had a thing for mushrooms. i like them in my food, i like to hunt for morels with my dad on my grandpas property in MI, and i have a painting of them from college that i painted (while tipsy), one night. ;)
a ceramic rooster and little chick at its feet: your great grandmother W sent that to me for my birthday, circa '98. we had just moved to CA and it made no sense to me. haha. i called your grandma O and talked to her about it. i didnt have an affinity for chickens, ceramic trinkets, nothing... in fact, i hated trinkets. clutter. grandma O told me that she was eccentric and to just appreciate the fact that she loved me enough to think of me and send me a gift. i suddenly felt like a brat. when i called my gram to thank her, she said that it reminded her of me and my father (the rooster and the chick - get it?). i, so graciously, giggled inside, and knew that i would keep and cherish it forever. it was so sweet and endearing, how could i be such a brat. something about her was that, she always gave quirky gifts, but when you would speak with her about them, you understood her point of view. from that point forward, i never questioned ANY gift. i appreciated the fact that the person took even one single second to think about me. period.
oyster shells: those are two oyster shells: the big one was my nephews. i flew him to san diego for his graduation present, last summer, to stay with us and i fed him oysters for the first time. very surprisingly, he enjoyed them! i bought him surf lessons and an incredibly nice dinner on the beach. it was such a nice time. he doesnt know i kept it. =) you'll learn that your dad and i have a love and tradition for eating oysters and drinking martinis with blue cheese olives. before i was pregnant with you, we found a phenomenal oyster bar here. once you get here, i'll be able to eat seafood and have a martini! so, once again, hurry up! ;) (the small oyster shell is mine from here. our new-found spot.)
nephew (soon to be your 1st cousin!) in action.
the honey miel: just a cute little honey container that i bought after researching and learning so much about bees while in san diego. they're such amazing and necessary creatures that for which i have so much respect. i even try to buy honey that is produced by small farmers or even just sole honey makers. the big companies over work them and exploit the hell out of them, so i keep it local and ethical. and always, raw and organic. when i was a little girl, i had two uncles that raised bees and they would give me the honey comb to eat. it was pure heaven. i loved staying with them so much because they were both so interesting and love, love, loved me. i would always have a small ball of beeswax to take home from sucking out all the honey. i would save them for some odd reason. i have a few weird ways about me. haha. i used to save my gum, too. i had a small ceramic kitten that was on its back, legs and paws out to hold your chewed gum. ug. so gross. haha. i would keep the stupid gum for a few days on that thing and then roll it in sugar to get the "flavor" back. i was 7. dont judge me.
two "god" magnets - one on each side of the clock: the left one is a tribal man that represents honor and loyalty. the right one (not pictured) is a sun god. they were handmade out of terracotta by a hippie lady in ocean beach, ca. i bought them at the farmers market that i shopped every wednesday.
Monday, March 2, 2015
My little "B-boy"
key words for you are:
* hydration - i purchased a water filter that filters out chemicals and fluoride. it was a little pricey, up front, but you're worth it. i've become a complete water snob and only drink my own water.
i love this thing. total snob!

* organic - i try my darndest to buy only organic fruits and veggies. i'm very strict on it. the only time we dont get organic is through delivery or if we go out. its nearly impossible to eat well if we do either of these two.
* grass-fed/pasture raised - we buy all gf meats, cheeses, butter, and dairy. NO CORN fed. corn is not only GMO (controversial, but i have my own deep thoughts & intuition), but converts to sugar. sugar = GMO = fat = diabetes. you (or me) will never develop diabetes as long as my life is in my own hands. its up to me and my diet, and i know it. cows should eat delicious grass and graze freely in the sunshine. i've always shyed away from meat, as a whole (i was a vegetarian before i met your dad), because i love, love, love animals and hate the idea of chewing on them (ug), BUT the research seems to point to a slight need for healthy development (especially for the unborn), not because we've always needed it, but because we've EVOLVED to needing it. that's what happens when people do the same things, over and over... it becomes part of our DNA and we end up requiring what we never required before. this is a tough one... i struggle with it. my indian background agrees, wholeheartedly, with ethically treated animals (good food, sunshine, and love) that when killed to give YOU life, must be adored and worshiped. we must be damned thankful. and i am. but, a small piece of me feels guilt, also. your dad says vegetarians are horribly unhealthy and birth problematic babies. all of my own research is scattered, but i feel in my heart to eat plant-based with a little of everything else and be good with it. thats what my blood type says to eat, too. plant-based. i have a rare blood type - 6% of the population. i would give blood, but my veins always burst.
oh, and very particular eggs - hens that eat worms, etc. no grains or corn. the eggs i buy are expensive. the most expensive thing i buy, really. i cut corners, in other areas, to be able to afford high quality, important items. buy in bulk, buy frozen, buy on sale, etc. ive learned the art of balance.
* exercise - i could always use more cardio, but i lift weights, primarily. overhead press, dead lift, bench press, and squat. i'm in the hundreds with all but the overhead. yuck! that one is hard. im pushing 200 for squat... i did 180 x 5 last week, so i think, technically, i'm over, but whatever. i lift for strength, not beach muscles, so i do high weight, low reps (beach muscles are low weight, high reps - no strength). i do at least two to three miles of cardio each session. very surprisingly, the weight lifting revs your heart. i have never liked doing too much cardio because i know endurance runners rack up a lot of health issues, later on. your grandpa C used to run and had to have knee replacements because of it. it also enlarges the heart, is very rough on your joints, etc., etc. many people run for the need of it, not because its healthy. which, some think, is just as unhealthy. i, personally, dont care. to each their own. im a sprinter and have always felt thats where my body feels most comfortable. i used to run five miles or more a day and it made me a slow poke, so i stick to a little more median of a run and do more weights. so, i like to weight lift, sprint, and run hills outside where ever i can. i miss boxing a lot. and i would love to learn judo and muay thai. i like to sing, too. exercise of the vocal cords! it counts! and we ride bikes. our new mountain bikes. we havent hit the slopes yet, this year. a shame, really. REALLY.
* sleep - this is where i lack! i love sleep - LOVE - but, i barely do it. i am such a night owl and then get up for work and never nap. i average 5-6 hours of sleep during the week. i'm pregnant. its awful. i make up for it on the weekends, but i need consistency. easier said than done. i've always stayed up later than the rest of the world. i like the nighttime. its quiet, mysterious, and when i peak. when i get up early, i do have to say that, i love the mornings. one summer, when i was home between college, i had to work at 5am and the mornings were so incredibly peaceful. i grew up on a lake, so the water was like glass and the ducks and birds were phenomenally entertaining. could i give you that kind of life, i will. it was fun, peaceful, and connected me to nature on a deep level. plus, i had a dad that liked toys. speed boats, snow mobiles, etc. for a child, its beyond healthy. you'll enjoy staying with your grandpa W. he'll take you on boat rides and different adventures. he's overjoyed about you and said he thinks of you and prays for us every day. =)
* laughs! - this one is easy. your father is a stitch, as your grandma C would say. that means funny. he has always made me laugh, which, if you know me, isnt too hard - i'm a very light spirit and find much joy in life - but, your dad is on a different level. i giggle always. he's silly, and smart, and witty... we have a wonderful chemistry which comes through in joy and laughs. and your family is fantastic. grandma C is one of the biggest hearts in life and always smooths out my moods. "okay, we're going to hang up, you'll pour a glass of wine, get off your feet, and call it a day!" she knows exactly how much to give and take. grandma O will love and snuggle you like she did me, always. you can actually FEEL her love. its like no other. point is, we're balanced. we have fantastic love and support which only contributes to a healthy life. you have two sides of a family, both are more than just "cool" or "sporty" or "educated"... they exude love. it will strengthen you.
* belly rubs - i give them to you often. from me, from your grandparents, from friends... giving you good vibes!
* * *
upside down baby, doing a head spin! if you squint, it sort of focuses. the nurse had a hell of a time pinning down a good pic because you're so active!
moms celebration drink. mmm.
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
170 Beats Per Minute
You're a hummingbird!

we heard your heartbeat, for the first time, today, and i could NOT be happier! its impossible. i feel so happy and want to cry for joy and just go home to your dad, but i cant! i have to keep it together, like the business professional that i am, and get back to work. (ug!) celebrations later. i'm a FIRM believer in there being a time and place for everything.
anyway, they used a fetal Doppler monitor, pushed around a little, and your sweet and perfect heartbeat was right there, loud and clear. and so fast! hence the hummingbird reference (and a little reference for your grandma O that loves that bird - she even has a small tattoo) but, then you moved a little and we lost you! which was perfectly fine! move around all you want, just stay with us!
i am completely in love with the midwives. our main nurse was beyond her obvious young years (young, professional, nose ring, and a natural beauty with a wonderful heart), addressing my every concern, not just with clinical answers, but true compassion behind them. she wasnt afraid to lightly touch my shoulder or hand or knee to let me know that she cared and it made a world of difference. i have fear and light anxiety, right now, and she made me comfortable. the road here has been difficult, so when i say you're a blessing to us, its exactly the case. i dont mean in the spiritual sense, but that you're a gift to us that will bring bountiful happiness.
i read my own palm one day (not that i believe in that, but i tinker with the randoms of life) and it showed that i would have three children. this was before i was ever pregnant and it freaked me out because i've only ever wanted just one child. should you make your way to us, it will have proved true. and what is even more magnificent to me is, three has always been my favorite number.
a mathematician would call you a good statistic. i call you the miracle of life.
when i got back to my office, ripple by the grateful dead was on the radio (which is a beautiful haiku!). i've never heard it on the radio. its one of my favorite dead songs of all time. i'm not a deadhead, but i have always appreciated the love and connections that i made thanks to jerry and his folks. i have friends that are hardcore deadheads. my childhood friend followed them, literally, for years. bummed around and had a blast. i have another friend that i think they may be the only band he likes. haha. he paints and is very artistic and has drawn lots of "dead" related stuff. anyway, once you get to know me, you'll learn that i have my hand in a little bit of everything. THAT is what makes up me, your mother. i'm not one dimensional, by any means. my musical choices reflect this. i'm an appreciator of life and its goods. not just one genre or walk of life. i would like to teach you this quality. it will help you accept all elements of life and appreciate a little bit of everything. it will help make your life full.
i notified everyone, in this order, of your proof of life today: father, grandma O, grandma and grandpa C, and auntie. i'll call your grandpa W later tonight since he doesnt text.
now, hurry up and get here! ;)
xo
we heard your heartbeat, for the first time, today, and i could NOT be happier! its impossible. i feel so happy and want to cry for joy and just go home to your dad, but i cant! i have to keep it together, like the business professional that i am, and get back to work. (ug!) celebrations later. i'm a FIRM believer in there being a time and place for everything.
anyway, they used a fetal Doppler monitor, pushed around a little, and your sweet and perfect heartbeat was right there, loud and clear. and so fast! hence the hummingbird reference (and a little reference for your grandma O that loves that bird - she even has a small tattoo) but, then you moved a little and we lost you! which was perfectly fine! move around all you want, just stay with us!
i am completely in love with the midwives. our main nurse was beyond her obvious young years (young, professional, nose ring, and a natural beauty with a wonderful heart), addressing my every concern, not just with clinical answers, but true compassion behind them. she wasnt afraid to lightly touch my shoulder or hand or knee to let me know that she cared and it made a world of difference. i have fear and light anxiety, right now, and she made me comfortable. the road here has been difficult, so when i say you're a blessing to us, its exactly the case. i dont mean in the spiritual sense, but that you're a gift to us that will bring bountiful happiness.
i read my own palm one day (not that i believe in that, but i tinker with the randoms of life) and it showed that i would have three children. this was before i was ever pregnant and it freaked me out because i've only ever wanted just one child. should you make your way to us, it will have proved true. and what is even more magnificent to me is, three has always been my favorite number.
a mathematician would call you a good statistic. i call you the miracle of life.
when i got back to my office, ripple by the grateful dead was on the radio (which is a beautiful haiku!). i've never heard it on the radio. its one of my favorite dead songs of all time. i'm not a deadhead, but i have always appreciated the love and connections that i made thanks to jerry and his folks. i have friends that are hardcore deadheads. my childhood friend followed them, literally, for years. bummed around and had a blast. i have another friend that i think they may be the only band he likes. haha. he paints and is very artistic and has drawn lots of "dead" related stuff. anyway, once you get to know me, you'll learn that i have my hand in a little bit of everything. THAT is what makes up me, your mother. i'm not one dimensional, by any means. my musical choices reflect this. i'm an appreciator of life and its goods. not just one genre or walk of life. i would like to teach you this quality. it will help you accept all elements of life and appreciate a little bit of everything. it will help make your life full.
i notified everyone, in this order, of your proof of life today: father, grandma O, grandma and grandpa C, and auntie. i'll call your grandpa W later tonight since he doesnt text.
now, hurry up and get here! ;)
xo
Monday, February 23, 2015
It's Monday, I'm in Love
hi.
nothing today.
goodbye, my sweet.
love you,
xo
~ Post Script ~
Dancing in the warm womb of your mothers chateau,
Tenderly, she whispers sonnets, and hymns, and quips.
For You are the divinity in which never have I been annexed.
It is you of whom I have enveloped my deep love and nexus,
Years, months, days, hours, minutes, and seconds I have prepared.
All, just for you.
And, you're here. With me. Soon to be, with Us.

(daily pregnancy tea with nothing in it today. pure and simple.)
nothing today.
goodbye, my sweet.
love you,
xo
~ Post Script ~
Dancing in the warm womb of your mothers chateau,
Tenderly, she whispers sonnets, and hymns, and quips.
For You are the divinity in which never have I been annexed.
It is you of whom I have enveloped my deep love and nexus,
Years, months, days, hours, minutes, and seconds I have prepared.
All, just for you.
And, you're here. With me. Soon to be, with Us.
(daily pregnancy tea with nothing in it today. pure and simple.)
Friday, February 20, 2015
Valentines Day Cash-In
i talked to your grandma c, yesterday. they are, apparently, renting a place out here for a few months starting around autumn! that will be amazing since we planned on them MOVING here with us... lifes plans constantly change. but, they are both so excited about you. everyone that knows is. they're retired, so its much easier for them to be so mobile. i'm out of my mind worried about your childcare and wish they could stay and care for you during your few vital years. it KILLS me that i cant stay home with you for a year or two, but "it is what it is," as they say. i, basically, have to work to make money for your childcare. i'm not thrilled. i dont want one other person raising you other than your father or me. but, we're not in a position for anything else. no family here with us and one income isnt enough for how we enjoy living. but, we'll do what we have to do and we'll cherish every single moment that we can. i guess i never thought about NOT raising my own child. reality hits hard.
anyway, for valentines day, your grandma c sent us a gift certificate for ruths chris. i told you she never skips a beat. yum! date night! =)

xo
anyway, for valentines day, your grandma c sent us a gift certificate for ruths chris. i told you she never skips a beat. yum! date night! =)

xo
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