Downtown! Just listen to the music of the traffic in the city...
Okay, okay. Well, in case you don't live in the Oklahoma City area, you've just got to know about the turnaround that has taken place in our downtown area in recent years. The transformation of downtown OKC from my childhood to its current state is an absolute 180-degree turn. There used to be no life to it at all, and now it is constantly the busiest area in town. Downtown OKC offers Bricktown (the canal with boat rides, lots of restaurants, etc.), Chesapeake Arena--Home of the Thunder, the Cox Center where the Barons' hockey plays, the Redhawks ball park, the Myriad Gardens, the art museum, the bombing memorial and its museum, open air concerts, Bass Pro, the new Devon tower, tons of places to eat, plus so much more. When BJ, the boys, and I checked in at the Cox Center for our marathon relay at the end of April, we meandered across the street just afterwards and discovered the recently-opened gardens, which were renovated so beautifully! We loved it so much that we took BJ's parents back with us a couple of weeks ago. Here are some highlights of our trip:
At the splash pads:
At the Children's Garden:
A great time had by all!
Friday, June 15, 2012
Sunday, June 10, 2012
The Mudroom
Meet the boring wall in our entry way, between the garage and the kitchen door. Hello boring wall.
Thank goodness life is really all about teamwork, because I envisioned something much better for that wall but had little capability of producing it without my talented posse. My vision became a reality that was even better than my vision, thanks to my dad and BJ.
Now, meet the boring-wall-turned mudroom!
Man oh man, those boys are talented! My gorgeous mudroom cost about $200, which included the wood, wainscotting, molding, and all other supplies, the hooks, the baskets, and a little bit of the decor on top. I thought that labor would only cost me a lunch at McDonald's for my dad, but he ended up slipping cash into my purse for that. I'm so thankful for these men in my life that put up with my projects! (And that's not even mentioning the chair rail that BJ put up in Silas' room for me! I painted the wall beneath it a warm brown.)
But I digress!
This mudroom is a combination of several different mudroom designs I have seen, all rolled into one. I wanted some funky-looking hooks, and BJ found these at Lowe's for a real steal.
It was important to me to create a space that is functional for our family's needs; we often throw purses, diaper bags and work bags, Silas shoes, and gear (I'll call it gear--winter gear in the winter, rain gear on wet days, sun hats in the summer) onto a nice wooden bench I have in the entryway that I never intended to become a catch-all. The hooks are perfect for everything from bags to nursing covers to cameras. The bench legs run straight down into the tile so that we don't have to feel guilty about throwing boots or snowy shoes straight under them. In addition to its function, my posse kept the class intact by adding base molding and front-facing 1x2's.
The top of the mudroom consists of functional cubbies and a decorative shelf. The baskets hold winter hats, baby scarves, and jogging essentials.
All in all, this mudroom is one of my new favorite features of our house! Thanks guys!
Thank goodness life is really all about teamwork, because I envisioned something much better for that wall but had little capability of producing it without my talented posse. My vision became a reality that was even better than my vision, thanks to my dad and BJ.
Now, meet the boring-wall-turned mudroom!
Man oh man, those boys are talented! My gorgeous mudroom cost about $200, which included the wood, wainscotting, molding, and all other supplies, the hooks, the baskets, and a little bit of the decor on top. I thought that labor would only cost me a lunch at McDonald's for my dad, but he ended up slipping cash into my purse for that. I'm so thankful for these men in my life that put up with my projects! (And that's not even mentioning the chair rail that BJ put up in Silas' room for me! I painted the wall beneath it a warm brown.)
But I digress!
This mudroom is a combination of several different mudroom designs I have seen, all rolled into one. I wanted some funky-looking hooks, and BJ found these at Lowe's for a real steal.
It was important to me to create a space that is functional for our family's needs; we often throw purses, diaper bags and work bags, Silas shoes, and gear (I'll call it gear--winter gear in the winter, rain gear on wet days, sun hats in the summer) onto a nice wooden bench I have in the entryway that I never intended to become a catch-all. The hooks are perfect for everything from bags to nursing covers to cameras. The bench legs run straight down into the tile so that we don't have to feel guilty about throwing boots or snowy shoes straight under them. In addition to its function, my posse kept the class intact by adding base molding and front-facing 1x2's.
The top of the mudroom consists of functional cubbies and a decorative shelf. The baskets hold winter hats, baby scarves, and jogging essentials.
All in all, this mudroom is one of my new favorite features of our house! Thanks guys!
Friday, June 8, 2012
Cows, Beans, and Nuts
Well, it's been a while since I have provided an update on George. Last time we talked about George on here, he was frequently up in the middle of the night for feedings, which I figured was an attempt to make up for the loss in his growth rate. He had dropped from the 49th weight percentile at two months down to the 29th percentile at three months. Happily, he had gained back to the 38th percentile at his four month appointment two weeks ago.
At this point I am plugging along in the dairy-free diet. Emotionally I am doing quite well with this until I imagine a piece of pizza or see one of those Doritos locos taco commercials from Taco Bell. (Sadly, I really want to try that taco, despite the fact that I haven't been a Taco Bell customer in years.) The pediatrician suggested that I limit my soy intake because George might be sensitive to that as well, but it was difficult for me to really detect that in him. To add insult to injury, I began breaking out terribly about six weeks ago and it apparent that I myself was having an allergic reaction too. Two rounds of steroids have temporarily cleared the breakouts, but they just keep coming back. Because the breakouts began shortly after I changed my diet, I thought it was a safe bet that I was allergic to either soy or almond; both my soy and almond intakes rose substantially as I replaced cow milk with soy and almond substitutes. I eventually was given a standard allergy test and was found negative for the most common allergens, including soy (but they didn't check for almond). I eliminated almond from my diet and still am breaking out all over the palms of my hands, so I called today and have an appointment with an official allergist at the end of June. Meanwhile, because I was made certain that soy was not an allergy of mine, I decided to put it back in my diet to see if George would react to it. He did. So, out goes the soy. At this point then, dairy, soy, and almonds are out until I hear otherwise.
BJ and I end up eating at home most nights because it is so much easier to control for this allergy this way; I know exactly what goes into my mouth because I have prepared it myself. I get pretty uncomfortable at restaurants when servers use words like "probably not" when telling me the likelihood of dairy being in a dish. I know that I can't trust the average person's knowledge about this because I, too, used to believe that a milk allergy meant I only needed to avoid milk, and I wasn't aware of milk protein ingredients like casein, sodium caseinate, lactoglobulins, whey, ghee, custard, etc. Some restaurants I have eaten at actually do have allergen menus that I can request, and others have quite helpful websites. It would be extremely convenient if every restaurant made their ingredient lists available, but I guess that is just asking too much. In one barbeque restaurant in rural Oklahoma, our server actually brought me back into the restaurant kitchen with her to look at ingredient labels! =) "Safe" places for our family to eat include Qdoba, Pei Wei, Subway, Chipotle, and the fresco menu at Taco Bell; the process of expanding this list is ongoing. We have to be careful of cross-contamination at each of these places though; I kindly ask Subway sandwich-makers to get new gloves for my sandwich since I know they have touched cheese, for instance. Even worse, the other night at Qdoba I realized that the corn salsa I wanted for my vegetarian taco salad had shredded cheese strewn all about throughout it. When I pointed out to the gentlemen that I had an allergy and that I wished someone hadn't dumped cheese into the salsa I wanted, he simply looked at me and said, "That's rough." Okay, whatever. We settled with a different kind of salsa that night!
George's skin is gorgeous. Utterly gorgeous! He is gaining in his growth chart, is happy as ever, and these little sacrifices seem totally worth it. And as if George's improvements weren't enough to make it worth it, I can say that I have officially lost 51 pounds since the morning I checked into the hospital to deliver George. I'm only one pound above my goal weight at this point, and I see no reason why I won't achieve it. Thanks, George!
At this point I am plugging along in the dairy-free diet. Emotionally I am doing quite well with this until I imagine a piece of pizza or see one of those Doritos locos taco commercials from Taco Bell. (Sadly, I really want to try that taco, despite the fact that I haven't been a Taco Bell customer in years.) The pediatrician suggested that I limit my soy intake because George might be sensitive to that as well, but it was difficult for me to really detect that in him. To add insult to injury, I began breaking out terribly about six weeks ago and it apparent that I myself was having an allergic reaction too. Two rounds of steroids have temporarily cleared the breakouts, but they just keep coming back. Because the breakouts began shortly after I changed my diet, I thought it was a safe bet that I was allergic to either soy or almond; both my soy and almond intakes rose substantially as I replaced cow milk with soy and almond substitutes. I eventually was given a standard allergy test and was found negative for the most common allergens, including soy (but they didn't check for almond). I eliminated almond from my diet and still am breaking out all over the palms of my hands, so I called today and have an appointment with an official allergist at the end of June. Meanwhile, because I was made certain that soy was not an allergy of mine, I decided to put it back in my diet to see if George would react to it. He did. So, out goes the soy. At this point then, dairy, soy, and almonds are out until I hear otherwise.
BJ and I end up eating at home most nights because it is so much easier to control for this allergy this way; I know exactly what goes into my mouth because I have prepared it myself. I get pretty uncomfortable at restaurants when servers use words like "probably not" when telling me the likelihood of dairy being in a dish. I know that I can't trust the average person's knowledge about this because I, too, used to believe that a milk allergy meant I only needed to avoid milk, and I wasn't aware of milk protein ingredients like casein, sodium caseinate, lactoglobulins, whey, ghee, custard, etc. Some restaurants I have eaten at actually do have allergen menus that I can request, and others have quite helpful websites. It would be extremely convenient if every restaurant made their ingredient lists available, but I guess that is just asking too much. In one barbeque restaurant in rural Oklahoma, our server actually brought me back into the restaurant kitchen with her to look at ingredient labels! =) "Safe" places for our family to eat include Qdoba, Pei Wei, Subway, Chipotle, and the fresco menu at Taco Bell; the process of expanding this list is ongoing. We have to be careful of cross-contamination at each of these places though; I kindly ask Subway sandwich-makers to get new gloves for my sandwich since I know they have touched cheese, for instance. Even worse, the other night at Qdoba I realized that the corn salsa I wanted for my vegetarian taco salad had shredded cheese strewn all about throughout it. When I pointed out to the gentlemen that I had an allergy and that I wished someone hadn't dumped cheese into the salsa I wanted, he simply looked at me and said, "That's rough." Okay, whatever. We settled with a different kind of salsa that night!
George's skin is gorgeous. Utterly gorgeous! He is gaining in his growth chart, is happy as ever, and these little sacrifices seem totally worth it. And as if George's improvements weren't enough to make it worth it, I can say that I have officially lost 51 pounds since the morning I checked into the hospital to deliver George. I'm only one pound above my goal weight at this point, and I see no reason why I won't achieve it. Thanks, George!
Monday, June 4, 2012
Easiest Meal Ever!
My friend Amanda leads a somewhat similar lifestyle as me; she's a mother of two young children, which means that she is busy all the time! Recently she shared on her blog a recipe for the easiest meal ever. Of course, when you tempt me with a statement like this I'm going to have to try it, and I have to say that Amanda is right. For the amount of time and preparation that is actually put into this meal, it is utterly delicious. Plus, it's dairy-free, which is among our essential criteria these days!
So here's how it goes: grab your medium-sized crockpot and throw in four frozen chicken breasts (adjust the number of chicken breasts for how many are in your family or if you want leftovers). I use the Tyson "Trimmed and Ready" kind so I don't have to hassle with any kind of fat that needs to be trimmed. You do NOT have to thaw the chicken; just throw it into the crockpot frozen! On top of it dump a packet of taco seasoning and a small jar of any kind of salsa. Amanda recommended black bean and corn salsa, but last time I made this recipe I didn't have any of that kind on hand. Instead I used a Muir Glen mild salsa (Muir Glen salsa is expensive but the tomato taste is superb!). I liked the taste of the corn the first time I made this recipe though, so the second time I added a cup of frozen corn into the mixture. Turn the crockpot on high, stir occasionally, and the whole thing will be done in about six hours. In my experience, between the five and six hour mark the chicken will begin shredding, and I facilitate this process by using tongs to break apart the meat occasionally.
The shredded meat is really quite good. We serve it street-taco style on a couple of corn tortillas with some cabbage and chunked avocado. For extra ease, I actually just purchase a bag of the coleslaw starter, which consists of shredded cabbage and carrots. BJ also adds cheese to his tacos, but I can attest to the opinion that you certainly don't need to in order to make this meal good. Today is day five of potty training in our house, and this business sure is tiring! Perfect kind of day for a meal that requires so little effort. Thanks Amanda!
(Note: I took delicious-looking pictures, but can't seem to find them anywhere on my overloaded camera card. Imaginations are required.)
So here's how it goes: grab your medium-sized crockpot and throw in four frozen chicken breasts (adjust the number of chicken breasts for how many are in your family or if you want leftovers). I use the Tyson "Trimmed and Ready" kind so I don't have to hassle with any kind of fat that needs to be trimmed. You do NOT have to thaw the chicken; just throw it into the crockpot frozen! On top of it dump a packet of taco seasoning and a small jar of any kind of salsa. Amanda recommended black bean and corn salsa, but last time I made this recipe I didn't have any of that kind on hand. Instead I used a Muir Glen mild salsa (Muir Glen salsa is expensive but the tomato taste is superb!). I liked the taste of the corn the first time I made this recipe though, so the second time I added a cup of frozen corn into the mixture. Turn the crockpot on high, stir occasionally, and the whole thing will be done in about six hours. In my experience, between the five and six hour mark the chicken will begin shredding, and I facilitate this process by using tongs to break apart the meat occasionally.
The shredded meat is really quite good. We serve it street-taco style on a couple of corn tortillas with some cabbage and chunked avocado. For extra ease, I actually just purchase a bag of the coleslaw starter, which consists of shredded cabbage and carrots. BJ also adds cheese to his tacos, but I can attest to the opinion that you certainly don't need to in order to make this meal good. Today is day five of potty training in our house, and this business sure is tiring! Perfect kind of day for a meal that requires so little effort. Thanks Amanda!
(Note: I took delicious-looking pictures, but can't seem to find them anywhere on my overloaded camera card. Imaginations are required.)
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Our Spontaneous Strawberry Trip
I really wasn't looking forward to last Friday at all. Each year I attend an ethics seminar in Tulsa to support my former internship site, and the thought of driving two hours to Tulsa, attending the workshop, and then driving two hours back, all on my day off, just sounded like pure torture to me. But in Sommer's words, "It is what it is," and I knew it needed to be done. Then, on Wednesday morning BJ said out of the blue, "We should go to the strawberry festival in Stilwell this year!" Well, lo and behold, the little town of Stilwell, Oklahoma is about two hours east of Tulsa, which is two hours northeast of Oklahoma City anyway. My brain quickly registered this as a way out of a day of complete misery by myself, and I said, "Well, how about we all go to Tulsa together, and after my workshop we can head out east and attend the festival together the next day!" BJ agreed and his parents wanted to join us too, so as it turned out I left for Tulsa at 5:45AM on Friday, and everyone else left around lunchtime and met me right after the workshop was done. Just to make sure I wouldn't be oh-so-lonely on the ass-early drive to Tulsa, BJ and the boys gave me Adele's "19" album as an early Mother's Day gift. And we all know how much I love Adele.
All in all, the trip was great fun but the strawberry festival really sucked. The strawberry season had already ended, come to find out, and so no local delicious strawberries were available. Instead, we each ate a bowlful of Driscoll's strawberries (which were still delicious) and checked out the other festival happenings until venturing back home in the afternoon. Silas adores BJ's parents, and now he is bent on going on a trip with them again. The other day when I woke him from his nap, his eyes flew open and the first words out of his mouth were, "Go on a trip?"
although other moments clearly must have sucked.
Silas enjoyed the hotel room in Muskogee the night before the festival. He especially enjoyed the rare treat of sleeping between BJ and me in the hotel bed. I woke up at 4AM with his head wedged in my back, as he had turned his little body horizontally.
Susan tasting the delicious California strawberries
George and I had a good time too, although eating at restaurants where I couldn't easily control for dairy in my food caused me anxiety.
Silas and his Pop are such good buds. Together they rode the train, which Silas affectionately dubbed "Thomas" given its blue color.
Thanks to Grammy and Pop for a memorable adventure!
All in all, the trip was great fun but the strawberry festival really sucked. The strawberry season had already ended, come to find out, and so no local delicious strawberries were available. Instead, we each ate a bowlful of Driscoll's strawberries (which were still delicious) and checked out the other festival happenings until venturing back home in the afternoon. Silas adores BJ's parents, and now he is bent on going on a trip with them again. The other day when I woke him from his nap, his eyes flew open and the first words out of his mouth were, "Go on a trip?"
He definitely had some exhilarating moments on the trip...
although other moments clearly must have sucked.
Silas enjoyed the hotel room in Muskogee the night before the festival. He especially enjoyed the rare treat of sleeping between BJ and me in the hotel bed. I woke up at 4AM with his head wedged in my back, as he had turned his little body horizontally.
Susan tasting the delicious California strawberries
George and I had a good time too, although eating at restaurants where I couldn't easily control for dairy in my food caused me anxiety.
Silas and his Pop are such good buds. Together they rode the train, which Silas affectionately dubbed "Thomas" given its blue color.
Thanks to Grammy and Pop for a memorable adventure!
Friday, May 4, 2012
The 2nd Annual Relay
On Sunday, BJ and I participated in our second annual Oklahoma City Memorial Marathon Relay. Once again, we had a great time and are already planning for next year! The weather this year was quite an improvement over last year's relay; this year it only rained during about half of my leg instead of during every step of it! The rain was light and, if you like to look at things from the bright side, a little refreshing even. The temperature was the biggest difference though; a balmy 68 degrees compared to last year's 40-something. I wore a tank top the whole time and was never hot or cold.
Our finishing time was spectacular, thanks to every runner of the relay besides me! Greg, for instance, ripped us all a new one and ran eight minutes miles to round out a 48-minute 10K. What what! My goal, as stated previously, was not a time or distance really, which is a good thing since my performance wasn't on par with where I had hoped. I had not been able to run as much as I had planned and was struggling with a prolonged exhaustion as a result of George going through a mega-growth spurt. (You should see him now though! His legs are cute and chubby!) However, the goal of it all was to get myself out running so that I could lose all of that baby weight, which I have. I really would like to be a good runner; I'm not talking about one of those cross-country skinny mini's, because that's probably never going to be me. I just want to be able to run three miles on a consistent basis without feeling as though I'm about to pop a lung. Chanda, her husband Landon, BJ, and I have decided to keep up our running and we are going to sign up for the Moore War 5K at the end of August.
After we left the finish line, we went and paid our respects at the Memorial, which is really what the whole thing is all about. The Oklahoma City bombing has always struck a nerve in me, as it has with everyone who lives here and was here when it happened, and now that I am a mother I find it even more incomprehensible. For those of you who have never seen the memorial, it is a peaceful place on the site of the fallen building with a large reflecting pool. On either end of the pool is a large wall, one with the time 9:01 and the other with the time 9:03 (the bomb exploded at 9:02am). Overlooking the pool are 168 chairs, one for each of the victims. Some of the chairs are much smaller than the others, which I assume represents the children in the daycare who were killed in the blast.
I tell you now, I cry as I imagine the possibility of that happening to my children; should they be taken in a terrorist attack, I would likely go insane with grief. It was no doubt quite motivating that, as you run through the course, there were banners hanging on light posts depicting the names of individuals who lost their lives that day.
BJ and I think we will make this day's activities a part of our family for a very long time. We are eager for the days a few years down the road when Silas and George can participate in the Kids' Marathon also. In this event, the children keep a log throughout the spring and they run one mile 25 times. On race day, they run the final 1.2 miles to complete their marathon distance. What a great way for our family to always honor and respect this day. Many thanks to BJ, Chanda, Jordan, and Greg for running with us this year, and for Landon, who was strong sideline support.
Our finishing time was spectacular, thanks to every runner of the relay besides me! Greg, for instance, ripped us all a new one and ran eight minutes miles to round out a 48-minute 10K. What what! My goal, as stated previously, was not a time or distance really, which is a good thing since my performance wasn't on par with where I had hoped. I had not been able to run as much as I had planned and was struggling with a prolonged exhaustion as a result of George going through a mega-growth spurt. (You should see him now though! His legs are cute and chubby!) However, the goal of it all was to get myself out running so that I could lose all of that baby weight, which I have. I really would like to be a good runner; I'm not talking about one of those cross-country skinny mini's, because that's probably never going to be me. I just want to be able to run three miles on a consistent basis without feeling as though I'm about to pop a lung. Chanda, her husband Landon, BJ, and I have decided to keep up our running and we are going to sign up for the Moore War 5K at the end of August.
After we left the finish line, we went and paid our respects at the Memorial, which is really what the whole thing is all about. The Oklahoma City bombing has always struck a nerve in me, as it has with everyone who lives here and was here when it happened, and now that I am a mother I find it even more incomprehensible. For those of you who have never seen the memorial, it is a peaceful place on the site of the fallen building with a large reflecting pool. On either end of the pool is a large wall, one with the time 9:01 and the other with the time 9:03 (the bomb exploded at 9:02am). Overlooking the pool are 168 chairs, one for each of the victims. Some of the chairs are much smaller than the others, which I assume represents the children in the daycare who were killed in the blast.
I tell you now, I cry as I imagine the possibility of that happening to my children; should they be taken in a terrorist attack, I would likely go insane with grief. It was no doubt quite motivating that, as you run through the course, there were banners hanging on light posts depicting the names of individuals who lost their lives that day.
BJ and I think we will make this day's activities a part of our family for a very long time. We are eager for the days a few years down the road when Silas and George can participate in the Kids' Marathon also. In this event, the children keep a log throughout the spring and they run one mile 25 times. On race day, they run the final 1.2 miles to complete their marathon distance. What a great way for our family to always honor and respect this day. Many thanks to BJ, Chanda, Jordan, and Greg for running with us this year, and for Landon, who was strong sideline support.
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