Ballet bugz

Tomorrow, we mark a milestone in our family:

First dance recital

My sweet, sweet babeez will have their first dance recital. After 12 weeks of spinning on their butts and shoving their arms inside their bodysuits listening to Miss Kristi and learning to be princesses, they will be on stage tomorrow.

I’ll be backstage for the show, being a teacher and all…but you can guarantee I’ll be crying a few big, fat tears when I sneak out to watch them dance.

Good luck, bugz. But don’t break a leg. Mommy doesn’t have time for that ;)

No ‘poo

I have a dirty little secret to share with you…

…I haven’t ‘poo’d in over a month.

I know!

Normally in our house, no pooing is a very bad thing. This time, however, is a little different:

I haven’t shampooed my hair since February 27.

Now, before you get totally grossed out, I HAVE showered almost every day since then. I have massaged my scalp and rinsed my hair with hot water. I have washed my armpits, my feet and my bum. But I have NOT used a drop of shampoo.

Grease ball? Far from it. My hair is lovely! It’s textured and shiny and soft. It isn’t frizzy or fly-away or limp. It’s beautiful.

I wanted to do a no ‘poo challenge from the moment I finished reading an article in the paper about a girl who swore off any hair product for six months. (I wish I could find the link…but the no ‘poo movement is large, and Google just won’t help me on this one…). I was intrigued: after all, my well water single-handedly destroys any moisture in my hair on a daily basis, coupled with my beautiful ginger experiment last summer and my general aversion to chemicals near my body.

But could I really go the no-’poo route?

My plans were initially derailed when I started my full-time office gig at NAIT last summer. At that point, I was up to 3 full days between shampoos, but a close office setting is far different from a sweaty exercise class. Thus, I fell victim to what the Western world did in the 1920′s: I started cleansing my hair daily.

When I became a stay-at-home mom again in November (hallelujah!!), I began my hair detox. I started by moving to every other day, then three days, then only on Monday and Friday. By February, I was only shampooing my hair once a week on Saturday mornings, following a coconut hair oil mask.

Hethr wrote a post around the same time about her no ‘poo experiment. It was a done deal. When we came home from our Mexico trip, the gloves were off.

On February 27, I washed the airport travel stink out of my hair with my favourite Aveda shampoo. Then, I stood my ground.

Every Saturday since then, I’ve rinsed my hair with two different solutions:

  1. 1tbsp of baking soda, mixed into 8ox of black tea, followed by;
  2. 2oz of apple cider vinegar and 6 oz of water

By the time I’m done, my hair is softer than my bugz’ hair. Other than the residual damage of stripping and bleaching it ginger last summer, it is incredible! I brush it, style it, do whatever for the rest of the weekend. I spend the better part of the weekdays with it pulled up, but I can wear it down until Tuesday without looking ick. Truthfully, though? I’d rather wear a ponytail that strip my hair every day.

No shampoo

I also have no makeup on. Whatevs. I live in the country. I don't even see the mailman. Oh, and the naked portrait in the kitchen is me. When I was 3. You can thank my parents for that house-warming gift. I love them so much...

But it’s nice, and it’s also cheap. It’s harmless, and it works. I get the greasies around Thursday, but thank goodness for ponytails :) And my bugz are on the same regime, minus the weekly rinse. I wash their hair maybe once a month, if that. Most of their blonde shine is just the result of rinsing and a squirt of Tahitian hair oil every few days.

But you be the judge: do you think you could throw off the shackles of modern cosmetics for a month?

I dare you.

{coffee break}

It’s that time of day…

Yup. The kids are playing downstairs, as they rebelled against “quiet time”. I’m winding down from a wicked case of Ikea-assembly-itis. It’s almost time to leave for the last ballet class of the year.

So I’m having an imaginary coffee and blogging. I’m in my new computer nook in the living room. It’s very cozy over here! The only problem is this silly wireless French keyboard I’m trying to use…

You see, the desk is small. It’s only 79cm wide. I have just enough room for my keyboard and mouse if I use the little wireless French keyboard that came with my iMac. There’s a reason I got such a smoking good deal on it ;) Here’s the deal: I can’t look at the keys when I type. If I do, I freak out. I can’t find the apostrophes and colons and semi-colons and all the delicious punctuation I need to feel like a happy, adept blogger.

If I follow my grade 7 typing class rules and don’t look, I’m fine. But I know it’s screwy down there, and I want to peek. AND THEN I CAN’T FIND THE RIGHT THINGS!!! Do you know how long it took me to find the brackets in my title??

This is what I get for cheating on my internet fast every day. Guilt and OCD paranoia. Ah well, people have accused me of worse!!

Off to ballet we go…hopefully I can get over my keyboard twitch so I don’t have to shell out money for an English one ;)

Bloggin’ It

This internet fast has been hard.

Not life-or-death hard, or poor-pitiful-me hard. Just a hard in the sense that there are days when I have so much to say and not a soul to say it to. Then, by the time the kiddos are in bed and I have some me-time, I’m overwhelmed and overflowing with words and just can’t organize them into a coherent post. I’m like a sugared up kid with duct tape over my mouth. It’s insane!

I’ve fallen off a few times, usually in that 2-3pm hour when I’m trying to give the bugz some quiet time and I have nothing else to do. My house is clean. My food is cooked. My laundry is absolutely all folded and put away. So I cave a little. I tweet-stalk and Facebook-stalk my friends, but don’t comment…just to take the edge off.

Overall though, I’m doing okay. We’ve done a lot together, my bugz and me. My house really is clean, and we play outside and go for a walk almost every day. I count my gratitude gifts and work on my gluten-free cooking repertoire. But there are times when I need the internet: days when I forget to write out a recipe for dinner and am torn between breaking my rule or eating rice pasta as punishment. Days when I want to research something online while the bugz play nicely. Days when I just want to veg a little because I’ve been so good!!

Ugh.

And then the weekend comes and I am free to be online as much as I want, and do you know what?? I don’t want to blog! I want to go out and do things and stay away from my house and be adventurous and watch movies and cook and clean and anything but blog. It’s like shopping: you always find something when you don’t have the money, and the second your bank account is full, there’s nothing in sight.

Sigh.

But it’s good. I’ve broken the habit. I still physically flip my phone on, but it’s less automatic than it was. I’m not concerned with what’s going on in the world – it can wait, and if it can’t wait until 7pm then it really doesn’t matter that much. I can still organize play dates and stay on top of who’s had their babies ;) With 4 days left in March, I’m happy with what I’ve done.

One thing is certain: I need my computer during the day. There are things that need to be done that can’t be accomplished in the 2 hours between bugz’ bedtime and my bedtime. As a compromise, I am buying a small desk for our living room so that I can be out in the open and still get my work done while they’re playing, instead of harping at them to leave my office. I can get photo prints ordered online, do my banking, etc and maybe even blog!

So even though this post is breaking the fast, I’m proud of myself. I was a full-on internet junkie, and now I’ve learned to live without it. I’ll probably still keep my cell data turned off at home – after all, I have an iPad and iMac, and the whole reason I don’t have a laptop is so that I can be present and able to stand up with a moment’s notice :)

Four days from finish, this mission was successful. Now I’m logging off until I finish teaching tonight, and you won’t see me breaking the fast until the week is done!

Ciao!

Counting up

What a week, what a whirlwind week! It felt like we did nothing and everything all at once. Leith has been out of town, and will be gone until the 29th. Unlike our usual solo-parenting stretches, this one has been surprisingly smooth. Let’s pray that it stays that way, and that I haven’t jinxed myself into a corner!!

216. Perfect weather for my first outdoor run of 2012

217. Movie time together, before he leaves again

218. New of brand-new baby arrivals!!!

219. Getting to the parkade kiosk one minute before the next 30-minute charge would have been applied

220. “Truffula trees” sprouting:

potted mums

221. Successful new recipes

salmon, brussels sprouts, broccoli

Poached salmon with roasted Brussels sprouts, steamed broccoli tenders, and ground raw almonds!

222. Talking to him before bed

223. Hugs and kisses after a frustrating day of feeling like the bad, angry mom

224. Sleeping so very soundly

225. Hour-long play baths, allowing this mama to have some me-time :)

226. Down time for all three of us; waking up happy!

227. Catching up with a long-lost friend :)

228. Hearing them pick out shapes in they see in the clouds: elephants, turtles, princess castles…

229. Leftovers for lunch…having more than enough food to fill our stomachs

230. Watching C-boo dance for me, spinning and twirling in the sunlight

231. Beautiful weather to walk to the mailbox; meeting some of our neighbours

232. Seeing the first fresh calves of the year!!

233. Late-night shopping trips with my bugz, buying seeds and starter trays. And yes, 7pm is “late night” in our house :)

234. 4 vases and blue stones from the dollar store to plant our tulips in…a special, surprising find!

rocky vases tulip bulbs

235. Moments of feeling overwhelmingly blessed by the two smalls sleeping in my bed, tears of wonder streaming down my cheeks

236. Going for walks together in the brisk spring air, with Gracie and Petey tagging along!

237. Flowers planted indoors…and their excitement, waiting for spring!

238. Simple dinners on snowy spring days

239. Bath-time shrieks and giggles, sisters playing together

240. The way they collectively decide to come and apologize for being rude, and ask in unison if they could pleeeeease have a story??

241. Time to read (okay, devour!) a new novel

242. Winter tires, even if it’s officially spring

243. Walking to the mailbox together (can you tell I’ve been enjoying these daily walks??)

244. Excitement about Princess gardening gloves

245. Wifi access to buy new books to read!

246. Empty bowls and full bellies

247. Bedtime snacks of mangoes and almond milk

What blessings have you counted this week?

A farewell to wheat

The time has come for our goodbye to a troublesome family member. That innocuous, smiling cousin who causes too much drama, but hides behind sugar-coated smiles. Who makes us sick to our stomachs, but that we invite back time and time again.

Oh, wheat. You’re such a jerk.

Today marks 2 weeks since the bugz have been off wheat. The improvement has been remarkable for such a short period of time! The only complaints of tummy aches have been the attention-grabbing kind – the kind reserved for picky eaters who don’t want to try new foods ;) Surprisingly, those tummy aches go away when the other choice is bedtime…!

Leith and I have been more moderate in our change over. There were a few bagels left over in the fridge, and I accidentally bought regular banana bread at the store. I thought it was gluten-free (because it was in the freezer…by other gluten-free things…), but fortunately, I read the label at home and discovered my error before the girls had any. I’ve also had the odd treat scarfed down when their backs were turned, and Leith has bought his lunch when he’s at work.

But today? Today is the end of wheat for me. Our house is officially emptied of wheat, and there is no turning back. I’ve already noticed a response in my own body when I have occasionally had wheat in the last week: quickly feeling groggy, bloated, and a little bit sick. While my own celiac tests were negative, it goes to show that there is something up about how the body tolerates this little grain.

When the bugz tested positive for celiac, we decided that our house would be wheat-free rather than trying to keep food separate and constantly explain why Mommy and Daddy could eat something, but the girls could not. I knew that there was a health shift towards removing wheat in people with no diagnosed wheat sensitivities, and I had no problem with being “forced” to eat healthier.

Wheat and sugar have been my downfall for as long as I can remember. I tried to cut added sugar out of my diet last spring, and with it came a lot of wheat. It was ridiculously hard, but I spent a greater percentage of my calories on whole fruits and vegetables, meats, cheeses, and very little baked or processed foods. I dropped weight like crazy, but it was the withdrawal that hurt me! It was all-consuming. I lost sleep, I was irritable, I was tired. My lifestyle was also too hectic for such an abrupt change; I’d failed to look at the necessary planning required to be successful.

Fast-forward a year, and I am ready. I am in a place where we have to make a change, or my kids will suffer innumerable health consequences. Celiac is not something that you can be cavalier about; it’s not like there’s a epi-pen they can carry in their back pockets in case of exposure. It’s a long, painful, drawn-out process of their digestive system failing – and not from a piece of bread. It’s from crumbs, and surprising wheat-filled additives in otherwise innocent foods.

I’m also in a place of knowledge this time, and knowledge is power. Having read and researched the implications of wheat in the diet for the past 3 months, I feel confident in my decision to remove it, as well as how to remove it and what to replace it with. Yes, there are a lot of gluten-free cereals, breads, treats and other conveniences available now. However, as our bodies are only really designed to eat seeds (grains) in limited quantities, it doesn’t make sense to replace one grain with another. Instead, we’re moving towards a more Paleo-inspired diet, rather than a modern, engineered diet.

Paleo? Despite the hype, it’s quite simple: meats, vegetables, fruits. Limited grain, seeds and legumes. Some dairy, but limited again. Basically, just enough dairy and grain to make life convenient, rather that having it dominate our fridge. Oh, and no junk: no additives, added sugar, flavours, etc. Just real food. The ultimate in clean eating.

Don’t get me wrong: this is a HUGE shift in our lifestyle. Wheat dominates almost every aspect of our grocery shopping, baking, and cooking, so this is ridiculously far-reaching. I’ve had to strip down everything I am used to doing in my kitchen and cross-check, rethink, look up, and relearn. It’s exhausting, but worth it. Once I’m past the mental drain of so much new, it will be life as usual.

In the meantime, I’ve started another blog to chronicle the journey. You can follow along at MagzD Gluten-Free. It’s a place to try out recipes, report on their successes and failures, and to provide support and resources. It’s my gluten-free, wheat-free journal.

In the meantime, here are some great resources that have made this transition easier for us:

Counting up {a day late}

Oh, who are we kidding? This post is two weeks late ;) But what a fitting post for my 900th post! A reflection of the beautiful gifts in my life:

My journalling fell to the wayside in the past two weeks; it was a few bursts of huge gratitude instead of my daily three. But gratitude is gratitude, in all its forms, and the past two weeks are proof that I have an abundance of gifts in my simple life:

167. Smiles and giggles and tornadoes of blonde curls racing

168. Time to wash the floors

169. Letting them stay up when Daddy is working late

170. Birthday parties for other kids, and their excitement!

171. Fresh fallen snow; big fat spring snowflakes

172. Homemade tortillas

173. Automatic bill payments

174. Telling stories late in the evening, having special time with just me and C-boo

175. Hearing her say, “I love you, Mom”

176. Support from friends when I’m worried

177. Airport websites to check on arrivals

178. Safe and timely arrivals on icy roads

179. A parking spot close to the stairs

180. Smooth endoscopies for both bugz, with no complications

181. Incredible, amazing nurses at the Stollery Children’s Hospital

182. A nap on the couch

183. Dancers dancing, listening, and learning

184. Getting to talk to my mom, my dad, AND my gramma, all in one day!

185. Better listening skills

186. Making real (not instant!) rice, and having it turn out!!

187. Surviving 8 hours without internet…choosing to be present instead

188. Water colours in the snow

189. Lunch with my dad

190. Gluten-free hamburger buns and colourful drinks

191. Finding cake toppers the day before their birthday – phew!

192. How excited they are about turning four – that they are “getting bigger!!”

193. Turning the radio down to listen to them play in the back seat

194. Four years as a family

195. Support from him, always, in all ways

196. Having my Gramma to call

197. Quick confirmation of celiac for both bugz, and a super quick referral to the dietician!

198. Beautiful birthday portraits of my bugz

Cboo birthday

Kitkat birthday

199. An inspiring weekend

200. New challenges to overcome, learn about, and the strength to know that there is nothing we can’t do as a family!

201. Laughing off the gluten-free conversion failures :)

202. Sunshine and spring temperatures after a very short winter

203. Water running through the rain gutters

204. Their incredible joy at seeing their seeds start to sprout

205. Trading winter boots for rubber boots

206. Resources written, spoken, and online

207. E-books in my purse

208. Hearing them explain themselves first, instead of whining: “Mommy, I’m tired, and it’s making me grumpy!!”

209. Cooking in my sunny kitchen!

210. Lazy afternoons in the kids’ section of the bookstore, reading in the giant teacup

211. Leaping chiweenies…laughter in the darkest moments

212. A documentary waiting on the PVR

213. Seeing my whole world reflected in my rearview mirror

214. Black dirt in the garden, instead of snow…!

215. Salty, crunchy homemade kale chips, hot from the oven

 

What gifts are filling your life today?

Barefoot and beautiful

I am a wee bit excited to sit down with my PVR tonight and watch The Nature of Things. While it’s not a show that I normally watch (for mere sake of not paying attention to when it’s on, and mainly being distracted by fluff like The Vampire Diaries…), this week’s episode  caught my attention:

The Perfect Runner.

A documentary-turned-episode about barefoot running. And I LOVE BAREFOOT RUNNING! I will re-post any article I can find to support barefoot/minimalist running so that I can put positive heeled everyday shoes into trash cans around the globe.

Disclosure: I haven’t watched the episode yet. Obviously ^^ … but I’m excited to, as a staunch supporter of barefootedness! I just want to get this post in before I shut down the internet for the day ;)

So what is barefoot running? Well, there’s a spectrum: anything from actually running/walking/existing barefoot to simply wearing a pair of minimalist running shoes instead of the traditional chunky runners we are familiar with. The concept is relatively simple. You are allowing your feet to act in their natural, god-given biomechanical state. We are the only animal on the planet who has created external protection for our feet. It makes sense; after all, we evolved as a nomadic group who traversed a variety of terrains and temperatures. Calluses only go so far in the winter!!

Thus, early wraps and shoes. Somewhere along the line, however, footwear evolved into function AND fashion. Hard wooden or leather soles replaced flexible moccasins. Thick uppers lasted longer, but sacrificed foot movement. And don’t get me started on the regality of adding heels. Over time, our footwear grew to encase our foot, rather than encourage it.

As with most problems, science stepped in. It looked at the symptoms, not the cause. It made our shoes cushiony, supported, springy, complex. Orthopaedics exploded in response to low back pain, sciatica, and sore knees. We kept adding to our shoes to solve the problems that wearing shoes created in the first place.

Enter barefoot living. The reaches and origins of this movement are too big for one post, so I encourage you to take a trip down Google lane. But essentially, barefoot living takes as much of the shoe away as possible, while still honouring the fact that we do need some protection from the modern environment. I have 3 rules for barefoot living in my own life:

  1. No shoes at home.
  2. No heels. Ever.
  3. Vibrams or Minimus runners.

So what does that mean? First of all, it means that when I am home, I don’t wear shoes. Not in the house, and in the summer, not in the yard. Yes, I’ll put on shoes if I’m out in the forest, but for the most part, the steadfast rule is no shoes. This is a rule both for me and my kids. My girls have a myriad of dress-up princess shoes that I am constantly down-playing and hiding. A barefoot Rapunzel in Tangled was a huge coup for me in this battle, as well as the gypsy in The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Ultimately, I want them to have the greatest opportunity for natural foot growth (and subsequently, body alignment) while they are young and not stuck in school.

Yes, my kids will be the bane of every teacher’s existence because they’ll kick their shoes off under their desks :)

But what about heels?? I was a rabid heel-lover for most of my twenties. I waitressed 8-10 hour shifts in 4″ stilettos. I can’t even consider a kitten heel. GIVE ME HEIGHT!!! …And then I learned how a positive heel of any height throws off your skeletal alignment. It also wreaks havoc on your pelvic floor, and as a devout pelvic-floor-health advocate, I had to honour that. Plus, there’s this stunning x-ray:

Look right down at the ball of the foot. That right there should convince you to kiss your Louboutins goodbye.

And finally, Vibrams or Mimimus. Yes, many of you have seen them by now: the creepy, 5-toes foot gloves loved by hippies, nature nuts and bandwagon jumpers. Or, maybe just by us normal people too. The shoe equivalent of toe-socks. The ick-inducing separation of toes into individual pockets of the shoe. Weeeeird:

But let me tell you: as a fervent hater of toe socks, I have MAD love for Vibrams. They allow your foot to spread out naturally, and for you to strike the ground with more mid foot. You see, traditional runners have a very high heel for a flat shoe. They force you overcompensate in your gait, which leads to a host of problems and complaints like, “I hate running.” Such an awful statement for beings who were designed to walk and run!

By negating the over-emphasized heel strike, and fixing other biomechanical impurities, these funky shoes allow your body to regain it’s evolutionary purpose of locomotion without pain. Now, that’s not to say it’s without effort. Barefooting takes some getting used to. It requires the activation of dozens of formerly sleeping muscles in the body. It’s the kind of decision that requires a person to gently introduce barefoot shoes into their lifestyle, working up to full time use.

However, if you can’t stand the concept of toe pockets, the next best thing is a minimalist shoe. Same idea, less separation. My favourite are the New Balance Minimus. Lightweight, flexible, breathable, and in this frigid province – SOCK FRIENDLY! Your toes can be married together in harmony. These are my every-day shoes – a little more socially acceptable, I suppose:

So there you have it.

I’ll be sitting with my popcorn and wine tonight, embracing barefootedness in The Perfect Runner. In the meantime, you can check out these links to barefoot living:

Aligned and Well – Katy Bowman

Barefoot Runner

Barefoot in the snow

The Nature of Things barefoot episode

The Perfect Runner official site

…and let me know what you think! Do you barefoot? Or are you madly in love with your heels?

Random Thursday!

I’m jumping back on the no-internet-during-the-day bandwagon today. I fell off after BlogWest…and just couldn’t be bothered to climb back on :) So today, I am offline from 9am-7pm. Sigh…it’s worth it, right??

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This is how I’ve been feeling lately:

Truthfully. My no drama rule has evolved to become an, “I just don’t care…follow the rules and don’t involve me anymore”

My reiki session on Tuesday was enlightening and encouraging though – everything in my head is sorted out and linear; it’s just my heart that hurts. That’s pretty sweet!

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My rural internet sucks. I’m totally going to go past 9am trying to get this posted…

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I started a new little venture: MagzD Gluten-Free! I didn’t want to bother y’all with my kitchen struggles, so it’s all in one place now. Check it out!

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Okay, I have 9 minutes left to check my bank account…gotta run! Ciao!