National Blueberry Pancake Day! 

Last night, we talked about having blueberry pancakes. We opted for toast and scrambled eggs. 

This morning, I saw it was National Blueberry Pancake Day. And to think we almost celebrated a day early. 

We don't need no stinkin' syrup!

Sweet and delicious


Recipe:

  • 1 1/4 cups flour
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 1 Tablespoon baking powder
  • 1 1/4 teaspoon sugar
  • 1 egg
  • 1 cup milk
  • 1/2 Tablespoon butter, melted
  • 1/2 cup blueberries (fresh or frozen)

Combine dry ingredients. Mix egg and milk. Once thoroughly mixed, add to dry ingredients. Add melted butter to mixture. Pour a 1/3 cup of batter to a hot skillet or griddle. Add some blueberries to  each pancake. If using frozen berries, make sure to pay the berries dry before using. 

List of lists 

Michael, Andrew, and I will be embarking on a trip from our home in Illinois to Flagstaff, Arizona Labor Day weekend. Of course, this means I have been in planning mode for the last few weeks.

I have started my lists. Also, means I found a good use for the fluorescent graph paper I picked up while buying school supplies for Andrew. (Told you I would need this paper for something, Zakary!)

Lists that are currently in play:

  • Master list
  • Travel timeline
  • Travel binder – me/Michael
  •  Road trip binder – Andrew
  • Packing lists
    • main luggage – will be shared
    • car bag – Andrew
    • pit stop bag
  • Snacks
  • Shopping list
  • What to see on the road
  • blog/social media posts

One of the questions I often get asked about my lists: “does this help?”

Answer: “It helps me.”

I can’t vouch for everyone. I know that the thought of putting this much time and effort into all of this would drive some people crazy.

Lists help me attempt to control the chaos. Yes, I said it. I can be a little bit of a control freak.

But lists also help me when I am not surprised when something goes wrong. For example, I know that I need to pack a “puke bucket” in the car, because 3.78% of the time we have taken a road trip, Andrew has gotten sick. Not even close to every time, BUT if I don’t pack it, he’ll need it. (also the container of Dramamine with all the pills split in half is already in a pouch for a car bag.)

 

Just An Inch

I’ve been toying with doing something with my hair lately.

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Decisions, Decisions

I think occasionally about dying it, but realize that I wouldn’t do the upkeep.

Probably not

Blonde?

not brave enough for this!

PURPLE??

(photos modified using Modiface Hair Color App)

I love my hair being long, but usually end up with it in a pony or messy bun.

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I also thought it was cute when it was short. I buzzed it off after Andrew was born.

Add a bow :)

I GI Jane’d it!

On Tuesday, I decided I was going to get my hair cut short.After washing my hair, the stylist said, “You know, if you cut one more inch, you could donate your hair.”

I didn’t even hesitate. “Cut the extra inch.”

I knew that if I cut my hair the way I intended when I walked into the salon, it would be quite a while until I could donate my hair again.

She dried my hair, then sectioned it off into four pony tails and cut. After she said, “ok, now let’s figure out what to do with what you have left!”

Short Rapunzel is cute!

It’s not horrible! 🙂

I’m still getting used to the final product, but it was an extra inch. People talk about going the extra mile, but going an extra inch might be all you have to do to make someone’s life better.

Small Changes, Big Differences

Six weeks ago, I started on a journey. An amazing journey to become a healthier and fitter me, and not just for me but for my family. For those of you that don’t know, I became a Beachbody coach.

In those 6 weeks, I have lost 27 pounds. Let me say that again. I have lost 27 pounds.  

That’s 27 pounds, even with:

The pain of a plantar fasciitis flare up

Ouch!

3 weeks in a walking cast

A 1300 mile road trip to DC and back

(walking 10 miles in one day, in the previously mentioned walking cast)

We got to ride the train!

First subway ride!

MOVING TO OUR FIRST HOUSE TOGETHER!!!

and moving out of the apartment we seemed to have stuffed with 4 years worth of awesome!

We are still unpacking all that awesome!

U-Hauls Rock!

Andrew got to ride in the BIG TRUCK!

HOW?!

Shakeology

everyday, in the morning, no excuses!

Portion control thanks to the 21 Day Fix 

YUM!

So this was my 2nd lunch of the day: steak salad and fresh berries!

Being Prepared Limits Temptations!

Being Prepared Limits Temptations!

I know that people say “I’ll start when…” or “Where am I going to find the time…” or my favorite, “It’s too hard!”

I know that I was the same way.

“I’ll start when my foot feels better.”

“I’ll start after the move, when things settle down…”

“Meal planning is the worst”

All things I have said.

#AintGotTimeForThat

Don’t have time? Neither did I!

I can’t bring myself to call what I’m doing a “diet.”
First, because diets don’t work.
And second, I love food! I especially love to bake, but you know that, you’ve read my blog. 🙂
I’m 27 pounds lighter and I can’t believe how much food I get  to eat in a day. And yes, I still have a cupcake now and then, and NO, I don’t feel guilty about it

But that’s not the whole story…

Leave a comment or send me a message, because every day of this wonderful adventure just keeps getting better.

OH NO!

A catastrophe happened in our home this morning, and I only have myself to blame.

What was the horrific event you might ask?

We were out of peanut butter.

<gasp>

In my last post, I talked about Andrew’s regular breakfast: a peanut butter and Nutella sandwich. But this morning, we needed to re-group and find another breakfast for our commute. Luckily, we had picked up some Honey Nut Cheerios over the weekend for a number of reasons.

1. Honey Nut Cheerios are delicious!

2. I had a coupon.

3. There was a Star Wars poster prize in the box!

Contingency plans

Plan B

Oh, and of course, I had to label the bag.

Label all the things 

Every morning for  breakfast I make Andrew a peanut butter and Nutella sandwich. While I am at it, I make Michael a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I will wrap each one in a paper towel, and set the wrapped deliciousness in the appropriate spot: Andrew’s sandwich next to his drink and Michael’s on his lunchbox.

Apparently, this system did not hold up on Monday. Somehow, Andrew had Michael’s PBandJ and Michael had the PBandN.

Andrew was happily munching away on his sandwich in the backseat of the car, when he said, “Hey, does this have jelly in it?”

I looked back and he had eaten half of the sandwich, before realizing it was the wrong sandwich. Luckily, he isn’t an extremely picky eater or this situation could have turned our commute into a nightmare. Michael exchanged sandwiches with Andrew, who proceeded to eat all but a little crust of the peanut butter and Nutella sandwich.

A few lessons can be learned from this:

1. I must now label all the things!

Y chromosomes need a little guidance sometimes

I hope this was specific enough.

2. Andrew is probably getting ready for a growth spurt, which means all the new pants we just bought will be too short very soon.

3. Even though Andrew can be very particular about somethings, he really is a go-with-the-flow kind of kid, when he is well-rested!

4. Sometimes we can be so unaware of our surroundings that we will eat the PBandJ, even though we really expected a PBandN.

I think that the fourth point might be the most important. There are so many times when people just do something to be doing something. Andrew just took the sandwich that was in his spot, expecting it to be his sandwich, and ate half of it before actually processing what he was doing. At least that is what I want to think. Otherwise, my son is unaware of the difference in the flavors of Nutella and strawberry jam.

Please take the time to savor your day.

My Favorite Easter Tradition

I don’t even remember how it started. I am sure I read it in a magazine or saw it on television (this was in the pre-Pinterest/Google era).

Every year before Easter, I receive a magic jelly bean from the Easter Bunny. On the Saturday before Easter, you plant the magic jelly bean. When the Easter Bunny stops by, the magic jelly bean grows into a lollipop. I have done this with my little brother (now almost 28), Zakary (almost 17), and now Andrew (age 5).

Last night while we were out running errands, the Easter Bunny gave Michael and I a red magic jelly bean to give to Andrew. *wink* When we returned home, Andrew was excited to “plant” his bean. We decided to put the jelly bean under a rock behind the van.

The Easter Bunny I decided that behind the van might not be the best place to have the lollipop grow. There are quite a few people that walk their dogs in the mornings, and not knowing how early Andrew would be up, the “Easter Bunny” decided at 4 AM to go outside, move the jelly bean (which should read, “I threw the jelly bean across the street”), and bring the Easter treats in the house from the van. I, I mean the Easter Bunny, “planted” Andrew’s lollipop in the potted plant on the table, and left this note:

Maybe notes shouldn't be written at 4am

Maybe notes shouldn’t be written at 4am

I have tried to scale back my over-buying of candy for the holidays. I bought just a few Reece’s eggs, a marshmallow Spongebob lollipop, and a stuffed sting ray for Andrew. The unit of focus this month at preschool is the ocean. Ray the Ray was the perfect addition to our family! I didn’t get a pic of Andrew and Ray, but this is the wonderful photo of the Spongebob lollipop.

Imaaaagggginnnnnaaatiion!

Interestingly enough, Spongebob tasted like coconut.

A Little Much

I have definitely overdone it today: five loads of laundry, two loads of dishes, mini Quiches for breakfast, boneless ribs for dinner. I feel exhausted but cannot sleep. It’s not like I will be able to sleep long, I have to be up in three hours to flush my sinuses again. 

This evening, Andrew’s been flying a Lego spaceship he built humming the Raiders of the Lost Ark theme. Tomorrow is SciFi Sunday at our house, so the Star Wars theme will be hummed more than once tomorrow. 

Thank you again for all the well wishes regarding my health and speedy recovery. It’s been a long, frustrating, and painful three months, and hopefully it’s smooth-ish sailing from here on out. 

Finally, A Routine Procedure?

First and foremost, thank you all who have been thinking about me, sending good vibes and/or prayers. Your messages, texts, tweets, emails and phone calls have meant so much to me. 

This morning, I had what I hope was the last procedure to repair the issues caused from my wisdom tooth extraction in December. I was incredibly nervous, because … well, Murphy’s Law.

Now, arriving at Pre-Op

Surgery Flight Board

At Check In, I was assigned a code number.  Michael could use that number to track my progress during the morning. I had to take a picture of this, because one of the MANY things Andrew likes about going to the airport is checking the flight boards. And I have to admit, I love it too.

I LOL'd.

+1 if you see the Pokemon reference.

The procedure lasted a little longer than expected, but everything went well. Because of my history of issues with general anesthesia, I was given some extra meds at the end of the surgery, so that they were in full effect during my recovery. Once I was awake and moved into a post-op room, I was given a list of snack options. For some reason, graham crackers and apple juice sounded like the perfect snack. And for the first time in three months, I used a straw! Ok that doesn’t seem like a big deal, but for me it seemed like an incredible step to recovery!

I still remembered!

First time using a straw since December!

After what seemed like a very short time, I was discharged. Michael and I seem to have a tradition to go to Perkins for breakfast on hospital days. I am a not doing to complain, because it seems like Perkins is one of the only places in town that has Eggs Benedict on the menu all the time.

Cluing for looks

Zakary knows how to help me feel better 🙂

After the delicious meal, we dropped my ‘scripts off at CVS, grabbed a few supplies at Meijer, then home to settle me in. Zakary and I put away the groceries, and then settled down to watch an episode of my other favorite Benedict, Sherlock. 

 After an episode of Sherlock, it was time for a nasal flush. I won’t get into the disgusting details of nasal flushing. If you want to know more, let me know, and I will fill you in…weirdo.

Nose water

Hopefully, the use of this water is clear

This water has been left on the counter so that it will be at room temp, when I need to use it. On top is my favorite My Little Pony mug currently doubling as a drying station for the flushing bottle.

I made sure that all my supplies were in one place so that if I asked someone help, it wouldn’t have to send one of the guys in 5 different directions to assist.

Idiot Proofing?

I love all my nerd magnets

Supplies in one place

Everything needed for the sinus flushes 

Accountability

Of course I made a list.

I made a list to track the times for nasal flushing. This way one of my amazing caretakers would be able to lovingly wake me up for a flush, if I happened to be napping…whatever a nap is. I listed the time flushed in black, and the next flush due in pink. I also set alarms on my phone for every 4 hours that will repeat for the next week. 

 Not pictured: the list of 10 medicines I am now taking post-op…sigh 

 Feeling pretty good with residual “good drugs” from the hospital and the recommended first dose of pain meds coursing through my veins, I decided to make Italian bread pizzas while waiting for Michael to get home from picking Andrew up at school, picking up the rest of my prescriptions and getting an oil change. The oil change wasn’t really on the list, but CVS was really backed up. The prescriptions we dropped off at three still weren’t ready at 6, so they needed to kill some time. 

Mich/Amb

My labeling could be getting out of control

YUM!

Recipe coming soon!

Zak/Roo

Even though these have the same ingredients, they needed to be labeled

Less than 12 hours post-op, I am feeling pretty good. I am not sure if it is just wishful thinking, a great combination of meds, or being optimistic that this ordeal is actually close to being DONE! Whatever it is, I am not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Long Overdue Update Post

I want to apologize for being MIA the last few months. One of my goals for 2015 was to focus on this blog, but little did I know the beginning of my year would be so awful!

The Friday before Christmas I had all four wisdom teeth removed. No big deal, right?! People have that done all the time. Obviously I am not like most people. I had three major issues stem from the procedure.

#1. Evidently, the wisdom tooth on the lower right grew through the nerve in my jaw. The surgeon cut the tooth to the nerve, then split the nerve in half to remove the root of the tooth. (slowly I have been getting feeling back in my lower lip and jaw on the right side. It’s not completely back, but I think I can live without any further feeling returning…maybe)

#2. In the recovery area, I had a seizure. I was told it was 25-30 seconds long. By Monday, I had a high fever, cough, and difficulty breathing. After work, I went to the Convenient Care. I was diagnosed with aspiration pneumonia; most likely caused from inhaling saliva or blood from the gauze in my mouth during the seizure.

#3. Just after the New Year, I started having some weird horrible tasting and smelling, pea-green fluid draining in my mouth from a hole in my upper jaw. During the procedure, the floor of my sinus was broken, because my upper left tooth’s root was in the sinus. This meant there was an open communication between my mouth and my sinus. Now if this would have been on the right side, I might not have had an issue. In 2001, I had sinus surgery to open the sinus to promote proper drainage. For one reason or another, I never had the procedure done on the left. Because of this, the bacteria from my mouth was going in to the sinus and basically getting stuck there.

A month after getting my wisdom teeth removed, I had a second procedure to close the hole in my jaw. The procedure went very well, but the recovery was much more difficult than I expected. I couldn’t open my mouth all the way for almost a month.

This was the day after the closing of the hole in my jaw.

This was the day after the closing of the hole in my jaw.

My oral surgeon really wanted this procedure to be done in tandem with the sinus surgery to be done by an ENT. Unfortunately, the ENT to do the procedure was going on vacation, and couldn’t fit me in. So instead I was given a consultation appointment for 3 weeks after the closure procedure.

Fluid from my sinus was collected for cultures. The lab at the hospital was not equipped to give a complete analysis, so the sample was sent to the Mayo Clinic in Minnesota. After about a week, my results came back as bacterium that “should” be killed by the array of antibiotics that I had been on for the last month. But just in case, I was given stronger antibiotics and some steroids.

I finally had my consultation, and she decided that surgery was needed to solve all the sinus drainage issue. She scheduled the surgery for 5 weeks from that day. I was more than upset about this.  I had been having issues, that were seemly easy to fix for 2 months at this point, and now would have to wait another month.

This past Friday was the T-minus 14 days until sinus surgery. I had a pre-op physical. At that physical, I was told that I would probably not be able to have my surgery as scheduled at the out-patient surgery center due to my weight, I would have to have surgery at the main hospital OR. I was furious. If there was a weight limit to have surgery at that center, the ENT’s office should have NEVER scheduled me to have the procedures done there.

So now, I am waiting to hear back from someone from the ENT’s office to either a. reschedule my surgery or b. tell me my surgery is still on for the 13th. I am hoping for b, because I was given the first available appointment for surgery and that was 5 weeks from the date scheduled. I don’t know if I could handle another 5 weeks of sinus pain, pressure, and fevers.

I am hoping to create a posting schedule soon, and get this blog going again! I know y’all have missed me!