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February 27, 2008

Unwell

Completely ultra non-exciting sick update . . .

Big Sister seems to finally be on the mend, but that pesky cough and lovely runny nose are proving to be tough to kick.

Little Sister is battling all the same stuff now, as well as a painful ear infection (and the lovely tummy upset that accompanies the antibiotics).

I'm trying to keep my head above water amidst the hacking cough, up-and-down fever, raw throat, and a voice that comes and goes.

The Coach, amazingly, is managing to keep this stuff at bay, no doubt due to the copious hand-washing and moving out of our room, which for the time being has become the eye of the sickness hurricane.  What a blessing he has been, too - coming home extra early from work so I can get some rest and taking on Dacey duty for the better part of the last four days.

Anyway.

It's a good thing we aren't going anywhere today because navigating the streets near our home may prove to be difficult as our little town prepares for a big rally

Surely the end is in sight and we'll all be back to our glamorous selves again soon.  In the meantime, apologies all around for not getting to your comments and blogs . . .

February 22, 2008

Q&A: What's the deal with gluten free?

If you are anything like me and have been known to stalk and shop your local health food store and the "healthy living" aisle at your local grocery, then perhaps you've come across a variety of foods labeled "gluten free." I know I was sorta puzzled when I first happened upon this category of foods, knowing neither what gluten was nor why anyone would need foods that were free of it.

Eventually, I was introduced to the world of gluten free cooking and eating through my sweet friend Melissa. She and her sister Melanie have chosen gluten free lifestyles as a way to counteract the effects of Celiac Disease. Melanie was gracious enough to do this Q&A with me as a way to explain more about her family's experience with Celiac Disease and how to make the switch to gluten free living:

What is Celiac Disease?

About Celiac Disease:

Celiac Disease, an autoimmune disease, is an inability to break down the protein gluten which is found in wheat, barley, and rye. Oats are off limits for the most part as well, since they are almost always processed right alongside wheat. When a person with Celiac eats gluten, it destroys the villi lining the small intestine, and causes microscopic tears in the lining of the intestine. Typical symptoms are gastrointestinal - constipation, diarrhea, but because the gluten leaks out of the gut, it can manifest in MANY different ways - other common symptoms are headaches, fatigue, mental fogginess, restlessness, chronic congestion, skin irritations (in fact dermtitis herpatiformis is an itchy rash that is caused by Celiac disease). Celiac is highly associated with ALL auto immune diseases such as diabetes, rheumatoid arthritis, lupus, etc. In many cases, a person struggling with one autoimmune disease will benefit greatly, or be cured by eliminating gluten from their diet. Many autistic kids are either much improved or completely healed by going on a gluten free diet. About 1 in 100 people have celiac - some never know it because the symptoms may be tolerable, and so it is never investigated. Ireland is the Celiac capitol of the world at about 1 in 75 people. All children in some European countries are tested for it prior to entering the public school system. Celiac is most common in those of European descent. It is also genetic.

Describe your family's experience with Celiac.

Cooper, my middle son, began having chronic headaches about 5 years ago. They worsened over the course of a year, and instead of just having them every night at bedtime, he began having them all day, and even waking up at night in pain. He also complained of stomach aches quite a bit, developed a few nervous tics, and began to just have a sort of grey appearance, circles under the eyes, and a constant complaint of "Mom, I don't feel good." He underwent an MRI (horrific experience!) to see if there was a tumor, as he was also complaining of fuzzy vision. No tumor and the pediatric neurologist (with a very big ego!) diagnosed him with migraines and tourettes! I just knew that wasn't it, but we tried the migraine diet of no nuts, chocolate, strawberries, cheese, etc. Nothing changed. A friend mentioned Celiac, because her son was in the process of being diagnosed and our boys had a lot of similar symptoms. I got online and did the research, then asked my pediatrician to do the blood test. (They test for certain elevated antibodies) He said he doubted this was the problem, but didn't mind testing. Cooper's results were inconclusive as we discovered that he lacks an antibody which throws the results off, but one antibody was elevated enough to convince me to try the diet. (Cooper also had an endoscopy where they take a biopsy of your small intestine to look for damaged villi under the microscope - his results were negative, but a lot of people have a false negative reading because of the length of the intestine and the patchiness of the damage. This test remains the gold standard, and you cannot be truly diagnosed as Celiac without it - oh well - no more tests for us, thank you!) Two weeks gluten free and an almost complete removal of all symptoms! I was totally convinced!

As I researched on behalf of Cooper, I realized that I had all the common symptoms - things I just thought were "normal for me." I was tested by a doctor in Dallas (all through the mail - and a stool sample this time!) and found that I had very elevated antibodies indicating a gluten intolerance and was malabsorbing fats with off the charts numbers - I had been loosing weight pretty steadily as well. Not long after this, my daughter started complaining of stomach aches and having daily diarrhea, so we tested her and she was positive. My oldest son had a blood test just to rule it out - no symptoms really except for chronic congestion and a need for ear tubes because of it at age ten! His blood work was negative, but about two years later, we did the stool test and it came back positive. So, my husband is the only family member that eats gluten, although not much of it since I hardly have it in the house!

How did you did you make the adjustment to gluten-free living?

At first it seemed very challenging to think of things to eat, but when your child's health is in jeopardy, you just don't look back. I joined a support group in my town, collected recipes, read books, found cookbooks and just forged ahead. Honestly, we eat much healthier - fruits, vegetables, fish, chicken, beef, eggs, nuts, rice, and potatoes! Anything highly processed is usually off limits because it has wheat in it - cookies, prepared foods, breadstuffs. And anything with a long list of ingredients is usually off limits as well - canned soups, salad dressings, sauces, etc. I spend a lot of time in the kitchen, but often I'm thankful that some things are just not an option in our house! (I've made us corn syrup, msg, and food dye free as well!) I do use some alternative flours for baked goods - mostly rice, tapioca, potato, bean, and nut flours. Almost everything is from scratch, but we do indulge in ready made frozen waffles and pancakes from Trader Joe's (small quirky chain - sorta resembling Whole Foods), brown rice wraps, and Gluten Free Bakehouse sandwich bread and pizza crusts from Whole Foods. Both Trader Joe's and Whole Foods are on the same street as me and less than a half mile from my house! HUGE BLESSING - except for the temptation to go to Whole Foods every single day and deplete the checking account!

Tell a little about the book you've written.

I wrote and self-published a book for kids about Celiac Disease. There was nothing out there to read to kids when we were being diagnosed, and I always look for a book to help explain things! It's called Bagels, Buddy, and Me, came out in September, and can be purchased through the website bagelsbuddyandme.com. In it Cooper tells his story of being diagnosed and making the transition to eating gluten free. The story idea came after the first three of us had been diagnosed, and our new golden retriever was needing to go out several times a night because of diarrhea. A friend told us their retriever could not tolerate wheat, and we should try switching food. We switched from a wheat based food to a rice based food and he was never sick again! We could not believe it - how weird is that? The WHOLE family except for dad!

Thank you so much, Melanie, for taking the time to share this insight into Celiac Disease and the benefits of gluten free living! Both Melanie and Melissa have more gluten free links in their blog sidebars. If you are interested in learning more, I know either of these wonderful women would be happy to share more with you!

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And now, if you really want to be blessed today, I highly encourage you to click here to listen to "Music From Another Room" - an amazing, inspiring, thought-provoking treasure of a song, written and performed by Melissa. (Melissa didn't know I was going to do this. Hope she isn't mad! I just can't NOT share it!)

February 20, 2008

Short Order

Order up!

I got a

Sick Big Sister Special (high fever and cruddy cough with a side of listless)

Delux Teething Little Sister (cranky, needy, and clingy with a side of not sleeping)

and an

Exhausted Mama Supreme (punchy, strained, worried, worn out) (and, oh yeah, exhausted)

Gonna hafta eighty-six the blogging while we find our way outta the weeds.

Back soon.

February 19, 2008

Darn it.

Well, girls, I'm embarrassed.  Again. 

Let me just offer deep and sincere apologies to everyone who reads me in Google Reader (and this might have happened in Bloglines, too.  Not sure).  As you know, I've only been here at TypePad for a little over a week now and I am still discovering how things work 'round here.  Long story short, I did not realize that the two first drafts of my Love post, fraught with formatting errors, had been published along with the final draft.  Yep, I'm feeling pretty awesome right now.

So again, so many apologies for my clumsy repetitiveness!

On learning to love . . . and to clean the toilet

This post is my submission for Scribbit’s Write-Away Contest for February on the topic of love. Thank you, Michelle, for creating and hosting this monthly indulgence in inspiration!

Tucked away in the back corner of our bedroom is the doorway to the room my husband loves the best.

His bathroom.

Not much bigger than a closet, this little master bathroom has always seemed to me to be more of a master afterthought. When we moved in last summer, we decided it would work better, logistically speaking, for him to have the tiny master bath and for the girls (all three of us) to share the roomier hall bath.

He carefully chose the long longed-for white bath linens (finally free of his wife’s protests that white bath towels and women do not a happy bathroom make) and meticulously lined the four narrow wooden shelves with the most choice acquisitions of his shaving collection. Bowls of luxurious British shave creams and hardy, robust shave soaps stand alongside soft but sturdy badger bristle shave brushes. Bottles of heady, musky cologne line the windowsill and cast brown and green and blue shadows when the sunlight filters through just so.

It’s definitely his inner sanctum. His sanctuary, really. It’s painful for me to confess that this room of such great significance to my husband is too often the location of my deepest neglect.

And anchoring the room, there stands a monument to my inattentiveness . . . a testament to my disregard.

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Oh, sure, I could blame it on the hard water that curses our hometown, but that wouldn’t fool a one of you. All of us know that it takes more than hard water to get to that place of disgusting. It takes days, nay weeks, of avoidance and evasion and I’ll get to it later.

Of course, it’s not that I want for my husband to be greeted by such a revolting scene in his most cherished of places. It’s just that, well, like I said, his bathroom is his and rarely do I trespass into that territory. It is, quite literally, out of my sight and out of my mind. Besides, there’s a lack of urgency that accompanies cleaning a bathroom when all day long I have babies climbing on me, crying for me, and cluttering around me.

But when I read this passage from Gary Thomas’s Sacred Marriage, I felt the sharp pang of conviction as visions of my man’s filthy toilet appeared before me. Thomas references Betsy and Gary Ricucci’s statement that “Honor isn’t passive, it’s active . . . Honor not expressed is not honor” (Love That Lasts), and then he writes

The biggest challenge for me in upholding my spiritual obligation to honor my wife is that I get busy and sidetracked. I don’t mean to dishonor her; I just absentmindedly neglect to actively honor her.

Absentminded neglect.

It occurs to me that unintentional dishonor is dishonor all the same.

As a woman to whom words means so much, I try to love him with my words. Never is a phone call ended without my profession of love for him. I brag him up to my friends and his family. I embrace him with exclamations of how I admire, adore, and appreciate him.

But my man is man of action, and so if I want to be intentional in loving him, in tending to this priority relationship, this covenant relationship, this awesome man of mine . . . if I want to be intentional, I must learn to love him a way that surrenders to honor, even and especially when it’s inconvenient to do so.

So while I am sure the loving words are nice, nothing makes him feel more honored than when I go out of my way to take care of the little things that mean so much to him. Little things like making sure his favorite pair of jeans make it through the laundry jungle with great haste and not hogging the driveway or his side of the bed. Little things like taking thirty seconds of my life every few days to work that toilet over armed with a scrub brush . . . and love.

February 18, 2008

Our favorite homemade pizza crust

I am ashamed to say that when The Coach and I got married, if "homemade pizza" appeared on the week's menu plan, then a cardboard box from the freezer delivered "cheese" (of dubious origin) on a cardboard crust to our table.  It's true.  I entered the holy union of marriage without a clue of how to make pizza from scratch.

Then we moved to Fort Worth and discovered pizza perfection in the form of an extra large cheesy masterpiece from Joe's Pizza and Pasta (on Bryant Irvin), and The Coach and I agreed that no one's pizza - homemade or otherwise - could ever come close to this flawless incarnation of our favorite meal.

When life moved us southward, I think it took us about six months to move past the mourning of our best. pizza. ever. loss . . . finally we moved on and found some nice, local pizza places that satisfy our pizza needs.  (As a rule, when given the choice, we don't eat at chain restaurants.  While we have been known to break that rule for a nice dinner out at Saltgrass, we have discovered that local pizza eateries win hands down over National Chain Pizza.)

Anyway, where was I going with this?  Oh yeah.  Homemade.

So as most budget conscious home managers know, homemade pizza is a fabulously frugal meal.  For a year or two, I made "homemade" pizza on a crust that popped out of a can. It was okay.  The Coach liked the elementary school cafeteria nuance of the taste and texture.  But then last September when my mother-in-law stayed with us for a few weeks after AJ was born, she introduced me to this amazing, bona fide homemade crust.  And we haven't looked back!  And it's so yummy and easy, I wanted to share.

From the First Baptist Church, Small Town, Oklahoma Cookbook:

2 pkg. active dry yeast
1 1/2 c. warm water
3 3/4 c. to 4 c. flour
1 T. olive oil
1 t. salt
1/2 t. sugar

Dissolve yeast in warm water (I dissolve it in a Pyrex measuring cup).  Pour into a large bowl and stir in half the flour, all of the oil, salt, and sugar.  Stir in enough of the remaining flour to make dough easy to handle.  Turn dough onto lightly floured surface.  Knead about five minutes or until smooth and elastic.  Place in greased bowl, greased side up.  Cover and let rise in warm place twenty minutes.

Punch dough down.  Cover and refrigerate at least one hour but no longer than 48 hours.  (I have found a minimum of four hours rising in the fridge works best.) 

Now, this recipe says it makes enough for two 14 inch pizza pans.  I like to make homemade pizza on a big, rectangular baking pan, and this makes enough to cover the pan with a nice, thick crust. 

Top with your favorite toppings and place on bottom rack of oven at 500 degrees for 8-10 minutes.

Bon appetit!

February 17, 2008

More on the stand against Stuff

I haven't quite had time to talk more on my continuing struggles with Stuff

(I did nearly finish the girls' spring/summer clothes shopping with one quick trip to a resale shop and want to talk more on that - eventually.) 

But this is hard, ya'll.  Well, parts of it are easy.  It's easy to sit here at my computer and be inspired and motivated and confident that I don't need or want Stuff as much as I think I do.  But outside the walls of this house, the seductive lure of Stuff greets me at every turn.  Bright, shiny New Stuff winks at me from the aisles of Target.  Unsolicited catalogs tumble from the stack of mail and coyly suggest that I'm not quite as satiated as I thought I was with the Stuff I already have, even as the same stack of mail turns up credit card bills that speak to me of unrestrained transgressions (some long past, some shamefully present) committed in the name of Stuff.

Missy emailed this to me - a sobering reflection on what it means to be impoverished which questions who on this planet is truly poor.  Read and think on it.  I know I am still digesting the message: Crying for My Poverty.

February 15, 2008

Mrs Meyers Spring Clean winner

Ohsomany thanks to each of you who have stopped by this week to check out my new blog home!  It's been such a blessing to hear from each of you.

The winner of the Mrs. Meyers honeysuckle cleaning kit is . . . Julie from Elisharose News!  This fellow Tejas mama just returned home from a trip to sunny California.  I'm jealous!  And she wrote a great entry on life as a captive earlier this week that I encourage you to check out.  In fact, she is in the midst of Beth Moore's Breaking Free, which makes me wonder if she is going to the actual Beth Moore Tuesday night teachings.  Because, evidently, she knows Missy.  Hey, are ya'll friends?  Fill me in!  I love this small bloggy world.  (And speaking of Missy and giveaways, she's giving away a copy of a book that has turned my thinking on Christian spirituality upside down . . . and ironically enough, has spurred my desire to leave the Republican party, which I think highly annoys Mama Missy!  Go check it out and enter, and while you are there, send some good sleep vibes her way, okay?)

And a little something happy greeted my this morning.  Turns out, I won the personalized post-it giveaway over at mom-fessions.  YES!  I do love me some office supplies.  Not kidding even a little bit.   

February 12, 2008

Little Sister says

Hi. I'm Aliza Joy. I'm big.

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As you can see.

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My mom's hands are awfully busy today. She's been visiting each one of the Big Bloggy Move participants and is so excited that so many bloggers played along! Also, one of Daddy's friends is in town and has been staying with us, so that makes Mommy feel the need to keep things picked up constantly. That takes a lot of time for Mommy but I like it because I get to ride on Mommy's back in the Ergo.

Anyway, Mommy wanted you to read this article if you have a chance because she says it's extremely fascinating: Breast milk contains stem cells

Mommy says she'll try to be back to posting real content later this week.

February 11, 2008

Cheeks a' flamin'

Oh my gosh, you guys.

I just now, just at this very moment, discovered something which I am positive most every single one of you has known about me for a long, long time.  And I am so utterly embarrassed.

A while ago, my friend Meghan alluded to my blog as being "sortacruchy" (I think when she was looking me up in the Blogger's Choice Awards).  I kind of scratched my head over it, but didn't give it too much thought.  Then, in today's comments, Noah mentioned that I am no longer "cruchy."  I thought, "What?"

And so I went to my Blogger blog.  Studied the header for a minute.  Nope.  It definitely says sortacrunchy.  What on earth?  And then I saw it.  In the address bar.  And I about DIED.

For two years, two years people!, my blog address has read sortacruchy!  AND NO ONE HAS EVER TOLD ME.  And I have a degree in English.  And I was an English teacher in my former life.  And I can do wonders with a red pen.  Evidently, the ol' red pen has been out of ink for quite some time now.

What is sortaCRUCHY?  Bless my heart, I am such a dork.

Humiliated?  Party of one?  Your table is ready . . .