Wednesday, December 21, 2011

ScreamFree Parenting: A Must Read


Earlier this year in Houston, I listened to Hal Runkel, LMFT present his book ScreamFree Marriage. It was a great presentation on changing yourself, even (or especially if) your spouse won’t change. He presented ideas that were a bit different than the average marriage-education or counseling themes, and I found them to be truthful and realistic. Before writing the marriage book, he wrote, ScreamFree Parenting, and I’ve been wanting to read it since his lecture.

I’ll admit that I’m kind of a screamer. Yeah, right, some of you might be thinking, but I am. Not in my marriage, but as a parent. Occasionally some little or big thing will irk me and I allow anxiety to take over, and I immediately regret the sound of my raised voice. And I notice each time that the boiling over did absolutely no good. Yep, I can be a screamer.

The book Sreamfree Parenting: Raising Your Kids by Keeping Your Cool points out that “screaming” in terms of his book is more than raising your voice. It means to get emotionally reactive with your kids, which takes a number of forms (I’m sure you can find yourself somewhere in here):
  •           Orbiting your life around theirs;
  •           Cutting yourself off to avoid watching their mistakes;
  •           Telling them “I told you so;”
  •           Trying to control their behavior;
  •           Sacrificing yourself for your family and then resenting them when they don’t appreciate all your efforts.

Any other “screamers” out there according to this list? We probably all fit in there one way or another.

I really gained a lot by reading this book. It isn’t a “how-to” book or a “behavioral modification model” as much as it is a “growth model” book explaining a different perspective. This perspective really opened up a huge window of ambitions and goals I have for myself when it comes to parenting.

That perspective is this. Parents often think we are responsible for our children, but Runkel explains there is a better way of thinking—a way that gives more agency and learning (and, yes, struggling) to our children—we are responsible to our children. “You are not responsible for your kids, their behavior, their feelings, or any of their choices. You are responsible to them for your behavior, your feelings, and all of your choices” (p. 219).

Perhaps I like this so much because it represents a strong
desire of mine to practice being calm no matter the
reason to react.
(Free printable available here).
He explains that “screaming” is giving in to anxiety over something. Children have an “inner adult” that begs parents to remain calm no matter what. This first section of the book is awesome, and because of it I feel even more empowered as a parent, and somewhat more heavy-laden with burdens that come with perfecting one’s self. And that represents growth.

He writes about how parenting is not about kids—it’s about parents. Parenting is a challenge—and it should be. It’s a process of growth for parents. When we “scream” we are in actuality losing control, and we cannot be in charge. Think about a time when someone screamed at you as a kid. Did you really learn something? You probably learned that the screamer was mad and so you withdrew yourself from them, but you didn’t learn the lesson beyond—that what you were doing was not acceptable because it ________ (fill-in-the-blank).

In order to keep our cool, we have to create space—actual physical space, as well as emotional space, and by setting limits.  Children need to know they have their own space (a bedroom, or even just a corner that is their own), and we need to respect that from a very young age. He quotes a professor of philosophy:

“Every last one of us has a “kingdom”—or a “queendom,” or a “government”—a realm that is uniquely our own, where our choice determines what happens…Our “kingdom” is simply the range of our effective will. Whatever we genuinely have say over is our kingdom” (p. 78).

I could summarize the book with one quote from it: Becoming ScreamFree “happens not by accident or natural happenstance, but by conscious choices you and I make to curb our reactivity, calm our anxiety, and respond according to our principles” (p. 211). The book uses true stories of parents implementing ScreamFree choices in interactions with their children, which makes it fun, and at times funny, to read.

I could go on and on about why I love this book. Read it, and we can chat about it. I borrowed it from the library, but I’m ordering it from Amazon to read again and again through the years. I keep sharing with Sam more and more about this book, and we see so much potential to grow as parents.



Here are some other highlights from the book that I think are well-worth mentioning.

Keeping promises communicates many things:
  • The world has a certain order to it;
  •  People are accountable to one another;
  •  Authority can be trusted;
  • Words and actions have meaning and power; and
  •   In this crazy and chaotic life, promises still matter.

All of these principles are taught without having to preach them—just by keeping promises (p. 171).

Be consistent—with words and with yourself, even if it means choosing some discomfort and inconvenience. “Consistent enforcement of consequences is the single more effective application of authority in the parent-child relationship”  (p. 178-9). Align consequences with choices and have integrity with consequences you choose (only choose consequences you are willing and able to enforce and endure yourself).

Think calmly through decisions BEFORE you make them.

No one is ever always anything. No one is always lazy, always smart, or always defiant. There is much power in labeling and pronouncing upon children and others self-fulfilling prophecies. “We are so quick to judge our children according to small slices of life, without ever seeing a broader picture of the different possibilities” (p. 117). When talking about or describing our children, avoid words like “always,” “never,” “all the time,” and “constantly,” and replace with forgiving words like “can be.”

There are two sides to parenting (and marriages, for that matter): business side and personal side. Parents cannot and should not be friends to their children.

Monday, December 19, 2011

Yum yum!

I love making (but mostly eating) holiday goodies!

Sunday, December 18, 2011

5 Love Languages

Recently Melanie read a book called The 5 Love Languages by Dr. Gary Chapman. For about six months now, she has been asking me to watch a video presentation on the book. Finally, we sat down and watched the  presentation and discussed the book together. I found Dr. Chapman's explanation of the types of love expressions to be very intriguing. During the presentation he outlined each type of love language and I wondered which category I fell into:


Words of Affirmation

Quality Time

Receiving Gifts
Acts of Service
Physical Touch


Over the last week, I have thought a lot about which love language might best describe myself. I had a hard time discerning which would be dominant. I also had a hard time determining Melanie's love language. We had a good time discussing each other's love languages as well of that of our friends and family. Some people are more easily distinguished (and more easily pleased) than others, mainly those that fall into the language of Receiving Gifts. Melanie and I are a little harder to determine because we are both more rounded in each language (Melanie, more so than me).

Ultimately, we decided to take the online test to determine how the categories were measured, and which love language was dominant. I tested dominant in Quality Time and the rest in descending order as follows:

Words of Affirmation
Acts of Service
Physical Touch
Receiving Gifts (actually I scored no points on this one)

Melanie tested as follows:
Words of Affirmation
Quality Time
Physical Touch
Acts of  Service
Receiving Gifts

So what does this have to do with anything? If I am a Quality Time person and my wife thinks that she shows love to me by giving me gifts...we've got a problem (not that that's our case, is it yours?). If my wife knows that I am a Quality Time person then she is empowered to show me love in the way that I need it most. On the flip side, now that I know Melanie is dominant in Words of Affirmation I can try harder to show my love for her in the manner that will mean the most to her.

A fun thing to do is look back on all the advise people gave me when I was getting married. Most likely, the advise given from a specific person is a statement of their individual dominant love language and what they need, or what they have learned their spouse's to be. I believe advise is usually given with good intentions, but clearly it should be taken with a grain of salt (advise is really just the opinion of the person giving it and may not really apply). In regards to relationships I often hear something like, "You need to serve your spouse." In my mind that means Acts of Service. But that is too broad and vague at the same time. In my case, if I were to show love to Melanie by Acts of Service it wouldn't be the most beneficial. That love language should definitely be sprinkled on, but it is not Melanie's dominant language and therefore should not receive the most emphasis. Hence, the common advise, "you need to serve your spouse (or each other)" should be rephrased to, "You need to find each other's love language and act on that."

Whether you think you have a great relationship or not I suggest you take the online quiz and have your spouse do it to. By so doing, you will know how to give your spouse the love he/she needs most and hopefully vice versa.

And here are some entertaining perspectives about people trying hard to speak each other's love languages but not necessarily succeeding. See if you can guess which language is dominant in each person.




Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Awww, Logan. Where Have You Been Lately?

We always love a chance to get back to where we went to college, met, and lived for the first few years of our married life. Since I work for the University, there seems to be a good excuse every now and then. But last weekend we headed north for Sam's students' tri-state band symposium.

Winston and I had a great time running around while Sam was busy.

We chased squirrels.



We suffered the bitter cold (I forgot how "Logan is colder than Salt Lake" really feels...and it will only get colder...) as we ran around a park (which is newer and awesome-er since we've moved away).


We also rode the city's free bus just for fun (Winston's first bus ride), and visited some dear friends (and missed visiting many others!). Later with Sam we played at chic-fil-a (when did Logan get a chic-fil-a??), and ate at our favorite Firehouse Pizza with Uncle Jacob (our family's newest Aggie!)



 And, of course, enjoyed some yummy Aggie ice cream.



Everyone needs a little time, sometimes, to get your feet back on the ground, right? Our one-nighter in Logan was that for me. Life has been a little crazy the last couple of months, and I felt I was just being pulled along--dragged by one too many "to-do's." My fond memories of Logan offer me a kind of mystique, in a way, and I'll forever be grateful for the few years I had to live, work, and study there.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

The Fortune

Well, well, well. The most interesting fortune I can ever recall opening.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Pumpkins & Egyptians: It's Halloween!

I discovered two fun pumpkin patches near us, just a hop-skip-jump (almost literally) away from each other. Winston was so cute helping pick out pumpkins (we got 50 of them for a program I was teaching).

We're the fly-by-the-seat-of-our-pants kind of people when it comes to Halloween. I borrowed a few toddler costumes my nieces and nephews have out grown and figured I'd just use whatever was easiest for Winston. I wasn't sure if I'd get around to thinking of something for me and Sam.


But then my colleague mentioned one day last week that he thought I looked like an egyptian princess, and could pass for one easily (I've been asked before if I were Egyptian...I guess my dark hair and high cheek bones do that?). He inadvertently gave me my costume idea: an Egyptian.

Winston could be my feline (Egyptians always had cats in the tombs and as gods, right?). I quickly looked at google images for ideas on how to throw a costume together without running to the store, and decided Sam could be a mummy. An Egyptian, a mummy, and a little feline god urn (or whatever). Awesome.

A couple of nights ago we attended a not-well-put-together-and-not-really-worth-attending Trick-Or-Treat Street & Haunted Tunnel at a nearby rec center. There was no street nor a tunnel...it wasn't awesome, but at least Winston was a hit as a mini Superman.

I'm looking forward to taking Winston Trick-Or-Treating tomorrow. I think this year he'll actually get it!

Saturday, October 15, 2011

A Thousand Words

A picture is worth a thousand words, they say. I think the photos will do a better job at describing our struggles with Winston at Sam's sister Eliza's wedding yesterday.




I have a new respect and appreciation for dealing with young children at weddings. I now realize the struggles my sisters-in-law and brothers probably had at my wedding. Sheesh! Winston was not happy, and not to be consoled by anyone about 90% of the time. He sure struggled yesterday. I was emotionally exhausted, and never happier to get in bed and sleep. I'd say wrestling with a toddler all day is a mighty fine form of birth control!

Thankfully he has been such a cutie today. He's been playing nicely with his toys all morning--probably thinking, "This is all I wanted yesterday--my house, my toys, and some peace, quiet and alone time."



The wedding could not have been more beautiful, for a mid-October day. Everything looked lovely. We're excited for Eliza and Manuel.



Wednesday, October 12, 2011

My First Race

I ran a 5K today. My first race ever.

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At this beautiful place, on a beautiful autumn morning. It was awesome to see the moon setting and the sun rising as we ran.

My History of Running
In elementary school I looked forward to junior high track and always thought I'd be a runner, just like my mom and my brothers. But it turned out my dance practices were the same time as track. And later when they weren't, I wasn't really interested any longer.

I slowly got into running my first summer living in Logan. I loved running around campus, through the cemetery, with the canyon nearby and the huge trees lining most streets. Logan is beautiful! It was a perfect way to de-stress and focus on what I really wanted to do with my life.

Winborg's painting of sledding on Old Main Hill.
At that time, I happened to live at the very bottom of a very large hill in Logan--Old Main Hill. Combined with climbing that hill multiple times a day, running eventually wore too much on my knees. I kind of put running on the back-burner and took a class to learn how to swim--really swim--for exercise and not just for play. I liked it so much that swimming became my favorite way to exercise.

And then I moved away from a pool, to a neat little town that only had a pool open in the summer time. I was bummed. I tried running once or twice, but my knees still protested. I referred to work-out videos, biking, and walking, and enjoyed all I could of summer lap-swim times.

Then Winston came along and yoga became my favorite form of exercise and stress-relief. I lost a few pounds, too, and decided I'd try running again. It was great for the first 2 weeks of running, until...you guessed it...my knees gave out. But this was a different kind of pain--and NOT a better pain. I guess I had figured that my knee pain was because of my weight, and since I lost some, I figured I'd be ready run.

My sports-medicine-doctor brother gave me exercises to do that I (kind of) did, but I basically just decided against running. Until about 12 weeks ago.

Back to the Present
At the beginning of August, I got an email from the state office of a program I supervise. They were going to include a 5K run/walk in our annual training meeting. Cool, I thought. My colleagues and I often giggle and/or roll eyes about the contradiction of the food we eat during conferences and how sedentary we are--even though we are learning about nutrition and physical activity. I knew I should not walk, but run this.
Training schedule I used (I actually started at week 3, and that worked well for me).
The training schedule was very doable (and a decent set of tunes definitely helped!).  Easing into it greatly helped my knees.  I also read some helpful tips in the Healing For Life magazine. After reading about running mechanics, I thought, "Well, yeah. Duh. Why did I never really think of that?" I did my best to follow those and the tips from my Dr. Brother. And you know what--they haven't hurt at all (well, maybe once, but I just made sure to stretch some more and took a little ibuprofen to calm them down). Winston often protested to having to sit in a stroller through it all, but ending at a park made him happy.

So, today I took part in a very relaxed, go-as-you-will 5K run/walk. I ran the entire time, and finished 3 miles (not quite a full 5K) in 28:26.

Not bad for a very first race and only starting to run 10 weeks ago. If I can convince Winston to wear mittens and a jacket (you should see our battles over this!), maybe there will be more running this season. Otherwise, it might just have to wait until Spring.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Room Makeover (because it's been a whole year!)

A little more than a year ago, we finished multiple projects in our home, including Winston's room.


The green in his room is not what I was expecting (more spring-green instead of the grass-green; I learned from this new project that the difference is likely because the sample was satin and darker than the semi-gloss of the same paint--good to remember for future painting projects). I've been planning other things ever since we finished. But I was definitely DONE with painting for the time being.

One year later, I was ready for a change. So, up went some tape. We measured and marked about four places down the wall for each tape strip to do our best to make the lines straight.


I originally had planned for less green, but decided I didn't want to tape twice. We taped with a thin painters tape to allow thin green stripes between the colors.

Then, we painted over the edge of the tape to seal the edges, so that if any paint seeped under the tape it would be the color we wanted to be under the tape. This was a HUGE time saver and made the stripes more crisp. This technique works well when taping anything--ceilings, moulding, walls of different colors, etc.



Then we painted the other colors (which happened to be leftovers from other rooms in our house).



We removed the tape and Ta-Da! Pretty awesome--with only a few smudges.



I then took a tiny paint brush to fix the obvious smudges. There are others I couldn't really fix easily because of the bumpy texture of the wall, but you really can't tell unless you step really close. This took longer than I thought, but sealing the tape made it less than it would have been otherwise.



We decided there was too much green space, so we taped again to paint more dark blue. My sister-in-law suggested doing light blue, and we agreed. After some debate with paint samples, I decided on one that worked well (and all we needed was the small sample bottle--$3, baby!).

We painted some more, took down tape, touched up the few smudges and--Ta-Da! It was easier than I expected, and I am excited to play more with tape/stripes/paint in the future.



We took this opportunity to take down the crib and remove the changing table (sniff, sniff! My baby is no longer a teeny baby!) and purchased a new big bed for our growing boy.

Now Winston's room looks like this (taken at night when the lights play weird with the green...)





I have some fun projects up my sleeve that pinterest has fine-tuned. Hopefully within a few days weeks, I'll have something to show for those.

Until then, I can't believe how much space a twin bed takes! For the first second another time in our house, I feel like we need more space!  :)

Thursday, October 6, 2011

This Is How You Eat a Pepper

Winston LOVES red bell peppers. Usually we slice them for him, and he's as happy as can be. Last week from our garden we had about 15 red and ripe ones ready to pick. They were delicious.


On our way out of the house, Winston grabbed one out of the basket of produce in my hand and proceeded to eat it like an apple.


Look at how he ate off the bottom and top--the easy parts he could get his mouth around.



When he was done with those easy parts, he tossed the mostly-eaten pepper in the basket of produce sitting next to him in the car. Right where he thought it belonged.



Monday, October 3, 2011

Wear 'Em Out & Do Without

I've worn these babies out! My mom always said I was hard on shoes.

Eww, right?
 But really, I only wore these, like...oh...EVERY day for two summers.

I heart the beading!

I found a similar pair at Target a couple of months ago (on clearance for $4.98!!), but they just aren't the same. Different colors, different fit, different design. (sigh)

Can you see why I will miss them so?

In hind sight, I wish I had purchased at least 2 pairs when I bought them from Bass. Throwing them away was one of the hardest things I've ever done (well, not really...but maybe a close second).

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Pocket Protectors in Memoriam

My grandpa often wore a pocket protector full of pens and pencils, but would never loan you one of those writing utensils. Turns out he had about 15 pocket protectors full of pens. And the funny thing is, most of the pens don't work. :)

Notice the pocket full of pens?

So, for the funeral today, my dad and his brother and all of the grandsons wore a pocket protector full of pens. The sons, grandsons and great-grandsons also all wore a tie and tie pin of his. Winston was particularly fond of the train tie pins. I'm sure Grandpa wouldn't have been super pleased that they had rummaged through his stuff, but we all got a good chuckle out of it.


With the hustle and bustle of the funeral, I'm not sure any of us got photos of all the guys. But this will have to do for now.


Sunday, September 25, 2011

My Dear Grandpa Jack

 My dear grandfather passed away at 12:45AM Saturday September 24, 2011. He had emergency gall bladder surgery (with a stone the size of a robin's egg!), and complications kept him in the hospital for 6 weeks too many. He's stubborn and tried his hardest to fight it all--even the nurses sometimes. :) He always said he wanted to live forever, even if it meant being hooked to all sorts of machines--he wanted his great-great grandchildren to know him. I think it was a lot harder for him than he anticipated.

We all hated to see him suffering so. He looked so weak and vulnerable. Last Monday my dear grandmother decided enough was enough and feeding tubes and oxygen were removed. He no longer ate, but continued to receive pain medication.

My grandpa was always really good with dates and would remember birth dates of all those he cared about. Approaching someone's birthday, he'd say, "Well, well, you will be 23 years old next week." So it shouldn't surprise any of us when we learned he passed away on the anniversary of the day he was sealed for time and all eternity to his lovely wife and three children in the Manti Utah Temple. What a sweet way to honor the love of his life.

Grandpa Jack with Winston Jack on the day of Winston's birth.

Grandpa Jack with Winston on Winston's blessing day.
I love how they are looking into each other's eyes.
Our little Winston Jack is named after my grandpa. I'm glad we chose to do so. My grandma said today that he never did anything wrong in his life. I'm his youngest grandchild, and am so grateful he was able to see me become a mother. 

A week before Winston was born we celebrated Grandma and Grandpa's 60th wedding anniversary. What wonderful examples of love for all of us.

60th Wedding Anniversary Party

Something I will always treasure was the way Grandpa reached for Winston and caressed his leg one of the last times we visited, and the way he woke up to say "good bye little one" as we left. You could tell he cared for the little ones, his dear great-grandchildren.

A couple of days before Grandpa passed, and about the time he stopped responding to anyone or would respond with words we couldn't understand, Winston and I were visiting him for a few hours. Grandpa was mostly asleep, and only occasionally said anything--usually moaning and groaning. At one point I told my aunt I was taking Winston outside to run around. Grandpa piped up and said "Stay out of the road!" That's just like him--making sure we're safe and out of harm's way. Later that day as we went to leave, I gave him a kiss, told him we were leaving and that I loved him. He didn't open his eyes or move, but he very quickly, and very clearly responded "I love you, too." It was very sweet.

We miss and love him very much.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Closet Doors a la Fabric

None of the bedroom closets in our home have doors (well, okay, one does). Many were missing when we bought the home, and those that were still hanging around were just that--hanging around, and not in great condition. So, we ousted them not long after buying the house.

We have an endless list of house to-dos and the closet doors just get pushed toward the bottom. I decided I was done staring at folded blankets and hangers of clothing, but I was not in the mood to price out doors, and then paint and paint and paint them.

So, I headed to JoAnn's, instead. With two super-awesome money-saving coupons. Purchased 10 yards. $30-ish. Boo yeah.



I  My mom sewed some hems (I cut and ironed). I purchased some shower-curtain rods at Target for pennies (well, not pennies, but durable and inexpensive). And viola! For about $45, I've got some closet "doors" for our black-walled master bedroom.
























Now if Sam and I could just agree on a fabric for living room curtains...

Sunday, September 11, 2011

What Matters Most

My eyes have filled with tears many times the last few days as I've listened to radio programs, songs, stories and memories commemorating September 11, 2001. I've choked up a little reading some "where were you?" posts on Facebook and reflected on what I was doing 10 years ago.

I look back and realize how young and naive I was (and even now realize I still am) about the hard, ugly facts of evil in the world. I have a soft place in my heart for true Patriots of America and of the world; they represent such noble truth and hope.

Chances are I will never be in a situation resembling the collapse of the World Trade Center Towers. But my heart aches for the memory of those whose lives were tragically altered that fatal morning.


I hope to hold that memory forever, and to remember what really matters most.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

A Tip From A Successful Working Momma

The other day while driving home from work, I heard a news teaser on the radio. It basically said, "stay tuned to learn successful working mothers' secrets."

During the commercial break, I thought about what the secret could be. What do I do to have success in the workplace? And how do I do it without compromising home-life and duties?

I thought about how I really try to have steep boundaries between work and home (sometimes hard to do when I occasionally work at home).

I thought about how I really try to be professional in my part-time career, and leave all personal issues, etc., out of work so that I can concentrate on work.

I thought about how I don't try to do everything. That's really just impossible. There are a million things I want to do, but I just don't, because of my time restraints between momma-and-house-duties and work.

I thought about how the real secret is probably a supportive husband. There's no way I could do what I do without Sam.

As my mind was still guessing "the secret" successful working mothers have, the radio commercials ended and the news began.

Wanna know the secret?

The secret is that successful working mothers are depressed.

What?! What kind of secret is that? 

The news stated:
"Working moms who held onto a "supermom" attitude -- the idea that they can climb the corporate ladder and have a clean house, delicious dinner and perfect children -- were more unhappy and depressed than women who accepted the fact that they just can't do it all."

Huh. Not what I was expecting to hear (and sometimes that's just how they summarize and tweak the news to fit it into small highlights on the radio).

I was really expecting to hear a tip from successful working moms on how they do it. Not how they don't do it and how they really put on a front--a disguise to cover their contradiction.

(Sigh)

(BIG sigh)

As I've thought about this the last few days, I realize that it IS possible to be both, but not without compromising. What has to be compromised? Well, that's different for every body.

Sam and I made the decision long ago that we would raise our children. Thankfully I have a part-time job flexible enough that I can generally make my own schedule. I drop Winston off at Sam's work as soon as he's done and then it's my turn to work. Sam just commented the other day that he likes that I go to work when he gets done because it kind of forces him to spend time with Winston. If I were around during that time, he might just be busy with other things and not really take advantage of that father-son time. Being with our child as much as possible is our goal.

I also thrive best in an organized, clean home. So, that is a priority for me (ironically, however, my office is not so tidy...that piles up and doesn't get sorted as often as it should). I spend time after exercising (almost) every morning scuttling around the house doing necessary chores. Some days and chores take more time and effort than others, of course. I also spend time before bed doing the same. I don't find it time consuming because I (generally) stay on top of it.

I do compromise hobbies. I don't get to read as often as I'd like. I don't get to blog or facebook as much as I'd like (that's probably a good thing, though). I haven't scrap-booked in who-knows-how-long. For-fun shopping trips are usually just there-and-back without much browsing-for-fun. And date nights for Sam and I usually consist of a red box and popcorn after Winston's asleep. And that's okay with us.


In conclusion, if you are one of those successful working moms (or dads, for that matter!) with the secret of depression looming behind you, I encourage you to take this tip from me: it's OKAY and HEALTHY to NOT do and be everything. Figure out what is most important to you, given your circumstances, and make the best of it. Something will have to compromise, and that's the real secret of how you can be a successful [working] momma (or dadda).


PS I hope it goes without saying that the same principle applies to non-working mommas (and dads). The news report mentioned above also stated that stay-at-home moms are more depressed than working moms. We have to realize there really is just no such thing as Super Powers.

Monday, August 29, 2011

Packin' It Away

The awesome supply of fresh garden produce is fantastic, but a little much for the three of us.

So far, we have:
- Blanched and frozen some zucchini.
- Grated and frozen carrots and zucchini (yummy warm cakes and muffins on a cold winter day, here we come!).
- Whipped up pesto sauce with our flavorful, fresh basil and froze for later use.
- Eaten a bunch of meals with fresh ingredients.
- Canned salsa.

I'm spent. And it really hasn't even started yet!

Chopping all of this was the hardest part.
Have you ever made salsa to can? I definitely prefer fresh salsa, but home-canned stuff is good enough during the out-of-season winter months.

As part of my job, I teach how to safely can foods at home. It's really quite the science, but thankfully scientists have already taken the guess work out of it, and all we need to do is follow what they have to say.

Check out the latest 2009 edition of The USDA Complete Guide to Home Canning, or homefoodpreservation.com, or freshpreserving.com for the best and 100% accurate canning information.

Salsa is tricky because it combines border-line low-acid foods (tomatoes) with even lower-acid foods (peppers and onions). Low-acid foods have potential to grow botulism, which can be deadly (yikes!).

I could go on and on and on, but the bottom line is I (and any food safety and canning specialist) would never recommend to can any recipe unless it comes from a safe source (see links above; also check with your local cooperative extension service).


I processed them outside on the camp chef to keep the heat outside.
I used this awesome, easy-to-multiply generic salsa recipe. I'll add cilantro, maybe beans, etc., to it when I open it after storage.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

How Does Your Garden Grow?

A month or so ago, I was super excited because my snapdragons were finally blooming.

And then I saw a friend's blog who lives in Northern California, and she had gigantic snapdragons. I couldn't believe it! And then I remembered:

Oh, yeah... I live in a semi-arid desert climate.

So, my garden and flowers are doing pretty awesome, considering the desert heat and lack of rain.

Check it out.
NOW: Taken last week.
BEFORE: Taken in June
We are very much enjoying fresh produce from our back yard. I love eating fresh food.

Hidden in the leaves is a nice, big, white pumpkin.
Our pumpkin and zucchini plants have grown out of control! They are invading all the other plants, and weighing down the poor little jalapeno plants.

And a really cute watermelon.

We've got a long way to go on fixing the grass (and planting grass in the back), but it's nice to know grass grows so quickly.


BEFORE: grass just sprouting in our naked spots.


NOW: thriving and full.


BEFORE: just-planted, tiny little greens with no buds yet.

NOW: colorful blooms overfilling their spots (mums yet to bloom).
Our yard still isn't perfect, but this awesome flower bed sure brightens things up. We love it.