Thursday, November 13, 2008

follow-up: the diaper escapade

I really, really wanted to cloth diaper Aidan. I had totally planned on it. I bought a bunch of really cute cloth diapers, cloth wipes, wet bags, and wipe solution. I was SO set.

Then I gave birth.

Then I temporarily went insane.

And when I came to, I realized that trying to cloth diaper felt like one more huge pressure of motherhood. You know, pressure to be the perfect parent. And I am not a perfect anything, so to ease up and be gentle with myself, I went out and bought a package of Pampers Swaddlers. Oh, the guilt washing over me was great, yea, but when I opened up that first package of disposables, smelled the sweet powdery scent, and saw how well they fit, how trim Aidan looked, how little I had to deal with actual poop... I promptly forgot all guilt and fell in love.

I have to admit: for being little earth-killing, landfill-producing pieces of papers, those little buggers are AWESOME.

But I still had my supply of cloth diapers in a drawer. And I had promised myself I'd give them the old college try eventually.

I had sold my original cloth diaper stash to a friend, but my brother had given us a few of these diapers by Thirsties. The name sounded promising, the colors bright and adorable. But they leaked. I couldn't seem to get all the stains out. And my baby boy ended up with a wet bum no matter what I did. Grrrr.

Back to my softly-scented earth-stabbers.

And then Shannon let me try some bumGenius one-size diapers. I was skeptical there, too: could one size REALLY fit all? Would they leak as well? Would Aidan like them?

Aidan most definitely liked them:



They didn't leak. They fit him beautifully. The stains washed right out, even after a nasty big poo. And they are way, way easy. No folding. No blowouts. No weirdness. Plus, Shannon included a bottle of Baby Moon Juice, which is basically rich, oil-based soap concentrate that you dilute to make wipe solution. This stuff has patchouli somewhere in it, I know it, because every time I smell it, I'm totally back in high school at all the RenFaires I used to go to with the Drama Club and the incense sticks I brought home from them. Ah, memories.

I still have a box of Swaddlers by his changing table - THEY SMELL SO GOOD - but I am now officially a cloth diapering momma. I've got the disposables on standby for traveling, laundry emergencies (aka Anne forgets to do the laundry), and the skeptical babysitter. But that's about it.

I'm going to go hug a tree now.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

the delicious kindness of friends

When Jason and I first brought Aidan home from the hospital, our church organized a group of women to cook us several dinners, brought every other day so that we would not have to worry about making dinner every night when parenthood was still such a fresh task for us.

I had to admit, I was a little skeptical about the kind of food we would get. I mean, we've ALL been to a potluck where there's always that one casserole-looking dish that no one touches, except for maybe the cook herself. No one knows what it is. No one dares to figure it out, and instead they go for the baked ziti or a dessert or something. Surely we would receive a mystery dish somewhere in there.

Thankfully, we were wrong. EVERY dish was delish. Even the food that was clearly store-prepared was chosen with superior taste. Even better, every dish came with dessert. SCORE.

One dish, however, stood out way above the rest. We received it, devoured it, and I immediately begged the cook for the recipe, and she happily obliged. I know it wasn't her original recipe, but I don't care: it is HER recipe. And because I want to share the joy, here it is, the delight of my taste buds.

Kathy Fox's Addictive Chicken Pot Pie
Serves 4-6 (or one really hungry postpartum woman and her husband)

Filling:
2 lbs chicken, cooked until just done & cut into bite-sized pieces
1 cup frozen peas and carrots
1 can cream of chicken soup (don't use fat-free kind)
1 cup chicken broth
Cooking spray

Topping:
1-1/2 cups buttermilk
1-1/2 cups self-rising flour (don't use all-purpose flour = epic fail)
1-1/2 cups melted butter

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

For filling: Combine cream of chicken soup and chicken broth in bowl, set aside briefly. Layer cooked cubed chicken and peas/carrots in a 13x9 dish sprayed lightly with cooking spray; pour soup/broth mixture over this. Voila.

For topping: Mix buttermilk and self-rising flour together until smooth with no lumps. Stir in melted butter until smooth. (Note: it is so important not to add the butter until the buttermilk and flour have been mixed fully together - otherwise, the mixture becomes too thick to pour. Not sure why, but just trust me on this.) Pour over top of filling evenly; use spatula to smooth out and spread to edges.

Pop into oven and cook at 350 degrees for 1 hour, or until top is nicely golden brown.


Enjoy!

Monday, November 10, 2008

my cup overfloweth with love and joy

I don't remember life without Aidan, but man, it must have been boring. I mean, how much fun can life be without spit bubbles?



Or post-feed funny faces as he tries to work out the excess gas?



Or his utterly kissable sweet cheeks?



He certainly knows how to hang in the 'hood...



...and how to charm the socks off even the coldest of heart.



I love you and all your amazing moments, Sweet Pea.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

this is armageddon, I know it.

Lots of people are saying that it's a new day:



But I tell you: THE END IS NEAR.



Because if there's any person alive who can not scream with terror but instead SMILE with that THING on their face, and if there's a possibility that I ever might encounter that, that... five-inch hissing THING either in my lawn, in my kitchen, or *shudders* ON MY FACE, I'm pretty sure that THAT, not policy reversals, marks the end of the world as we know it.

Augggghhhhh....

(PS - the girl in that photo looks suspiciously like my friend Lotus from Sarcastic Mom, but I know she would never, ever, EVER do that to me...)

Saturday, November 8, 2008

90 days

Happy three month birthday, Aidan!



I love you, bud. You are the bestest.

why we should all go home a little early on Fridays

Actual conversation overheard yesterday at the Starbucks "booth" at work between hospital-employed barista who wanted nothing more than to go home as it was 4:57 p.m. on a Friday, and idling, indecisive customer:

(Barista): "Yes ma'am. What can I get for you?"

(Customer): "Hmmm. I don't know. Hmmm. I can never make up my mind on coffee..."

"Can I suggest anything for you, maybe?"

"Hmmmm. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm."

(several seconds of exasperated silence)

"Ma'am?"

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."

(several more seconds of silence and impatient looks)

"Would you like a few more minutes to decide, ma'am?"

"No. Hmmmmmmm." (reads sign on counter) "Toffee Nut Latte... hmmm. What's that like?"

"Well, ma'am, it's like a latte... that's flavored with toffee nut."

"Really. Wow."

Friday, November 7, 2008

five places I want to see

1. China. I may get to do this sooner than I originally expected.

2. Paris. Because no self-proclaimed hopeless romantic should ever miss out on the chance to kiss their beloved at the Eiffel Tower.

3. Jerusalem. God is everywhere, all the time, I know, but I want to place my bare feet on Holy Ground, where Jesus walked and lived and changed the world forever.

4. Grand Rapids, Michigan. I can't travel back in time to live in Jason's childhood, but he can take me to see the places and the people that meant so much to him.

5. Heaven. But I'd really like to see places #1-4 first. :-)

Thursday, November 6, 2008

where anne completely alienates herself, ends up with no friends, and dies alone

I'm going to do it. I'm going to talk politics. And GOD. In the SAME POST.

Oh my.

Over the past couple of days, as the polls closed and the numbers poured in and the blue outweighed the red, I've heard mostly strong reactions from my friends. Some are elated. Some say they need a strong, stiff drink. Some called Tuesday night "fantastic and historic" and used words like "hope" and "change". Some are convinced our country is going to hell in a handbasket.

I've heard all the arguments. I've heard all the reasons why I'm a bad Christian if I vote for Obama, or why I'm a bad Christian if I vote for McCain. I've read all sorts of articles, speech transcripts, and even Scripture supporting or opposing the candidates. I've heard someone claim that Jesus himself would not vote for Obama. I've heard McCain repeatedly called "McSame". And above all, I've heard a universal decry of hate against Bush and his performance in office over the past 8 years.

I'm TIRED of it. I'm so glad this election is over.

Why? Because as a Christian, I am told over and over again not to trust in man, but to trust in Him. And yet, I see so many Christians forgetting the sovereignty of God and allowing despair to overtake them because the candidate they voted for did not win Tuesday night. My wise husband noted this on his blog today:

Several friends on social networks have made updates similar to "despite the election results, trusting in the sovereignty of God." If the election had turned out differently, would you have made that statement today? We often make that kind of statement when we are in the middle of circumstances we see as BAD. The fact is, God is in control no matter who is president. If McCain had won, we would still need to trust in the sovereignty of God. Don't put your trust in princes, but in the King of Kings.


I won't lie: I'm kind of jazzed that Obama won. I like him. I do believe that he'll be a positive force in our country and even our world. If you want to know why I supported Obama in this election, you can read articles like this one and this one and this one and, from the horse's mouth himself, this one.

But I could very well be wrong. I'm very aware of that. Frankly, both candidates had positions on issues opposite of my own beliefs. There was no perfect candidate, and there never will be.

Though it is a daily exercise I must do, and often do not accomplish as much as I would like, I choose to put my total faith in God. I vote to the best of my knowledge, and the rest... the rest I have to put in His hands, regardless of whether my chosen candidate wins or loses.

Though I am hopeful in our President-elect and his abilities, I do not put all my trust in him. I do not see him as the salvation of America. I see him as a man who has inherited a HUGE amount of responsibility. A man greatly in need of our prayers.

And I'll be the first to admit, when I see the economy taking a huge nose-dive, when homes all around me are falling into foreclosure, when dear friends of mine work so hard and yet still cannot afford to buy groceries, when our soldiers continue to die overseas, when decent healthcare becomes less and less affordable, when government continues to spew out corruption and greed... I want to blame someone. And I want someone to come in and fix it. And I want to hope with all my might that someone charismatic enough, smart enough, educated enough, and honest enough would come in and save the day. I look to man and not to God. But He is always on the throne, no matter who is President. Even if we voted for a totally corrupt, ignorant, atheistic moron, God is still sovereign. He is still in control. He is bigger than any man or woman we elect into office. He is GOD. And He will always save the day.

I'm tired of the divisiveness among us. I'm tired of feeling as though I have to defend my choice for President in order to prove my worth as a Christian, particularly in the hot-spot issues of abortion and homosexuality. I'm tired of holding my tongue and deliberately evading the "who ya votin' for?" question because I'm just too overwhelmed with life in general to get sucked into a heated political argument. I'm tired of listening to people tearing each other apart in the name of "justice" and politics. I watched, recently, as two friends literally ripped each other to shreds on Facebook, complete with some horrid name-calling and personal attacks, because they were voting for different candidates. It was completely obvious that they would need to "agree to disagree", but instead, they just wouldn't let up. They kept verbally prodding each other, insisting on their own righteousness, only to further inflame the other person. It was bordering on the ridiculous and would have almost been funny had they not been throwing their faith into the argument as well. It broke my heart, because it's the same scene that's been playing out all over the country for so long.

I pray that we can go out into the world and speak of Jesus with the same fervent optimism and passion as I've heard many people speak of their presidential candidate of choice. I pray that we would not let politics compartmentalize, falsely categorize, and divide us, but that we would stand united with humility and compassion and not allow the circumstances of this world - political or otherwise - dictate whether we were in despair or jubilation. Our President-elect, though granted great responsibility and power, is only human. He is only a man, one man. If we put all our hope in Barack Obama, or any other President, we will inevitably be disappointed, let down, failed.

Our God reigns, forever and ever. He is constant. He is sovereign. He is the God of love, of justice, of life eternal. And He will never, ever be voted out.

And He LIVES, my dear friends. Go out into the world, dance in the streets, throw the parades, and proclaim the Good News.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

wordless wednesday: how we do



Despite him having been born to the whitest parents in America, I'm proud to say Aidan now knows how to roll in da hood.